Chapter Thirty-Two: The Aunt’s Visit

In the few seconds she spent pondering, blood suddenly began to surge uncontrollably from beneath her. Ling Yinyin had no time for sorrow or distress; her flow was always heavy during the first few days of her period. If she did not find a way to deal with it immediately, she feared she would end up in a literal pool of blood.

"We must return quickly..." She clutched her lower abdomen, her voice faint and listless.

Mo Yin asked, "What is the matter with you?"

The soldiers of the various Qiang tribes were slowly withdrawing from the battlefield. The monotonous and somber sound of horns echoed periodically through their ranks, sounding weary and desolate.

"Young Master Lin, I am fine. My arms were just numb from being tied up by them for so long!" Su Muxue’s weak voice drifted from inside the carriage.

"Now, let us see what this so-called man in the black robe really looks like!" With a wave of Qin Yifan’s large hand, a gust of wind swept across the man’s face.

"Get lost—" Su Kexin looked at Lin Fan and spat out the cold, shame-filled words.

Xiao He felt extremely fortunate that he had switched to a different streaming room before he started gifting Qiao Biluo, otherwise, he reckoned he would have had to run away with the "Train Hero," carrying his plane.

Tenderness like water, the tryst a dream; how can one bear to look back at the path across the Magpie Bridge! If the love between two hearts is destined to last, why must they be together morning and night?

Diao Qianyun watched her cousin, who was terrified out of his wits, with a mischievous grin, feeling immensely satisfied.

Huge crashing sounds rang out continuously. With every thunderous roar, the entire building trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse.

In that moment, Lin Fan thought of Su Kexin. When she had looked at him with that expression that morning, he had a premonition that he was in for trouble, and shortly after, she had kicked him right out the window.

As a result, even though she had gained the villagers' approval, she could not immediately change the thriving atmosphere that Chi Xing had left behind.

But good times do not last; the water cellar had not even been built for a year before it began to run dry. Whenever there was even a slight drought, most users were left without water. Only the large family of Long Quan still had water to consume.

Before he could process how suggestive He Jue’s words were, Zhang Feng’s mind was completely derailed by the warm sensation of those lips.

This fellow knew that today was the day the "Great God Pill" was distributed, so it had tagged along; otherwise, it was usually very hard to catch a glimpse of it.

Shi Feixuan was struck by a sudden jolt. Her own natural talent was exceptional, and she had already caught a glimpse of the sword-heart clarity, but Zhang Liang’s words made her feel as though her sword-heart had become tarnished, making it difficult to ever reach that state of clarity again.

Almost simultaneously, a strange "force" enveloped her like a bell jar, crushing her body and sealing off the surrounding air. Something was being drawn out of her, transferring outward from the point of contact between the ball and the racket, as if she were a fish sealed inside a container.

The reactions of these people were all captured by Zhang Liang’s eyes. He did not care who took command, as long as they could ensure the capture of the Moon God Sect members.

"Heh! Believe it or not, as soon as I give the order, my brothers outside—who have long been impatient—will rush in and hack you to pieces!" the burly man suddenly turned hostile and barked.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" As Yao Muchen roared, he spat out another mouthful of blood. The others inside the furnace did the same, spewing blood in unison while frantically driving the black furnace to smash into the old man’s chest.

Afterward, he had been in a state of panic and searched everywhere, but found no leads. As soon as he heard the police had found the body, he packed his bags to run, never expecting to be caught the moment he left.

"Does the Princess wish to see her?" Nanny Wang did not know what Qing Yue meant by "fine," and having no habit of guessing her mistress's intentions, she simply asked as a matter of routine.

Hua Ziran looked suspiciously at her fourth sister and the stranger, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

"It is not like that." Zhou Zekai shook his head, then pointed toward the camera and spoke.