Chapter 26

She did not know why she had come back to life, returning to the good old days, but she knew that as long as she was obedient, her father would not divorce her mother, and he would not stop loving her.

Just as Lan Tian was at a loss, she decided to check out the company where Cang Haiting was interviewing.

The two chatted happily, sparking a bond. When the new year rolled around, Gao Ji went to take his exams. After finishing, he heard that Tao Ran was gravely ill, so he went to visit her.

After some playful banter and lighthearted rebukes, the food on the table remained untouched. Urged on by Fei Ge, Yue Qianxin, who never touched a drop of alcohol, tasted the sweetness for the first time and plunged into the jar of Cold Pool Fragrance wine, refusing to let go.

There is no such thing as lucky colors or lucky days. It was simply that on the seventh, she wore a purple dress, and he, having picked a wisteria flower from the road, walked past her.

Wang Quan thought to himself, "Just as I suspected!" He then dug deeper into the ground. This time, the soil was firmer and riddled with rocks, making the excavation far more laborious.

After speaking, Su Yi turned and walked toward the mouth of the alley. He did not know that as he turned, a sharp glint flashed in Tian Liang’s eyes, and a faint, elusive smile played on his lips before he, too, slowly followed Su Yi out of the alley.

Fan Ming laughed at the sight: "Big brother, that’s just a groundless rumor, it’s fake. Look, aren’t I standing right here in front of you, perfectly fine?"

Hearing this, had he not been afraid of being discovered, Chen Guangyao would surely have jumped up and pointed a finger at Jiang Shaoren to give him a piece of his mind.

Indeed, Qin Luo’s expression darkened, but he stiffened only for a moment before recovering, looking somewhat dejected, a bitter taste lingering in his mouth.

The young man looked at Ling Luoxi in embarrassment, cold beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. No matter what, he was just a novice who had recently entered the industry; he could not be like Hei Feng, who replaced every explanation with a reckless, wanton smile, no matter what he encountered.

Chen Naimo’s expression shifted instantly. I was horrified! I was completely dumbfounded! He went from boisterous laughter to a stony, stoic face in a single second. Before I could even react, he climbed out of the car with dashing ease, his movements elegant and gentlemanly.

Why was the door unlocked?!? I anxiously pushed the handle, and it opened! Without a second thought, I rushed in, rounded the screen, and grabbed the cat with both hands.

"Uncle Six, I heard you know something about this Soul-Suppressing Stone. Could you tell me about it?" Zhang Niu had come down from Happy Villa specifically to hear about this matter.

The shops along the roadside gradually closed their doors, and the pedestrians on the street became fewer and fewer, yet I remained rooted to the spot like a statue, completely motionless.

Zhang Niu had gone over to see the road construction inside; a flat path about five meters wide had been cleared on both sides. It was paved with stones and sand, and the underlying geology was not bad at all—it was quite decent.

With Lin Lei’s current physical constitution, starting a fire with wood was effortless, but he had grown accustomed to eating raw meat and was too lazy to bother, usually tearing into it directly.

On the train, Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo were in the upper berths. Not wanting to rest yet, they sat by the window, watching the scenery pass by.

Reluctantly withdrawing from his meditative state, Qiao Qiao saw Ling Feng still focused, eyes closed, refining his true essence. A vast expanse of red light steamed upward in the vicinity, swirling around Ling Feng before submerging into his fire-attributed sword energy.

"Mm..." Li Ge, fast asleep, murmured in his dream, hugging my leg tighter. From my angle, all I could see was the back of his dark, messy head.

The tourist area was still bustling with people. Because Zhi Han’s phone had been switched off, Pei Junhao stopped the car and dialed Liu Ruotong’s number instead.

Based on this alone, Yang Yulan thought it was still too early to declare victory. A-Feng curled her lip in disdain—a gesture she had unconsciously picked up from Jiang Ming.

If this was a show for the Borjigit tribe, they would eventually realize it had been a wasted effort. Leng Yu touched the letter in her sleeve and tucked it in further; it was not yet time for it to play its part.

"Good, that looks much better!" She tossed the silk handkerchief aside and raised her voice to Nanny Wang, "Nanny, deal with it according to the family rules!" With that, she turned gracefully and walked away.

"It’s simple. If any reporters ask you, just spout nonsense. Whatever you do, don’t tell them the truth!" Mu Hongling said.

For several days, Mu Zhihan had been caring for her father. Pei Junhao rarely returned to the estate; firstly, his company’s workload had increased due to expanded trade from the collaboration with the Liang family, secondly, he wanted to clear his mind and find Ziwei, and thirdly, he did not want to give Liang Manru any leverage to sabotage the partnership between the Pei and Liang families at such a critical time.

Li Ning had encountered people rushing at him with knives more than a dozen times. All he could do was draw his blade and strike, regardless of whether they were friend or foe. Unable to distinguish between them anymore, he could only kill those who sought to kill him in order to survive.

Luo Xi held Qing Feng and wept aloud, for herself, for Qing Feng, and for Fei Yu. In this moment, she thought of nothing else; she just wanted to have a good cry.

"Have you ever thought that she might be the Ninth Brother’s person?" The Thirteenth Prince knew what Mu Ximei was thinking, so he asked.

"I heard that someone wanted Da Mao, which is why all these troubles with Chang Fa happened." Seeing that Zhao Yunchuang was unhappy, Lady Liu changed the subject.

He did not expect that the eight lifetimes of hatred the Purgatory Ice Demon held for him would all be unleashed upon the Blade of Gale.

He was a magical beast; those miasmic vapors had no effect on him, but if Huang Beiyue had not been protected by the aura of the Ten Thousand Beasts, she would likely have been corroded on the spot.