Chapter Sixty-Five: She Softly Called Him Husband

"Paragliding?" Ouyang Junyan was stunned. "You like such thrilling activities?"

"It's not thrilling at all, actually."

Ever since she tried bungee jumping, Fang Zhiyin felt that she could challenge any high-altitude activity.

"Would you be willing to accompany me?" She looked at him expectantly.

"No problem." Ouyang Junyan agreed immediately.

Seeing how compliant he had become, Fang Zhiyin didn't feel particularly happy, because she sensed... everything Ouyang was doing for her now, all his kindness, was merely an attempt to make up for something.

With that thought, most of her good mood vanished.

Since the two of them were so quick to reach an agreement, Ouyang Junyan soon arranged a place for them to go paragliding the next day.

These past two days, Li Ziqing had opposed her at every turn. Originally, she should have scoffed at such bodyguards, but now she found herself somewhat unable to do without Li Ziqing.

Or perhaps the teachers and students at First High just liked gnawing on the main gate? Did they want to gnaw a bit more this way?

I couldn't help but recall the day he wanted me, that overwhelming joy, the tears bursting in my eyes, his childish face.

"Amitabha, why not lay down your blade and become a Buddha?" Xinji's voice was old and low.

Families like the Chengs, with their century-long accumulation, had already become enormous entities.

Moreover, the irregular pulse told her that the patient's emotions had fluctuated again, causing her brows to knit even tighter.

And if he died, would Eastern Li never have a prince wielding power with ruthless determination again?

"So? Does what I say now carry no weight, am I no longer in charge?" Yun Mu Lin pressed aggressively. Today, he wanted these people to make a clear statement, not evade with ambiguous words.

Pang Bo echoed Ye Fan's words, but his gaze remained fixed on Black Emperor, full of resentment.

Chu Xiangwan's anguished cry carved into Xiao Yunting's heart. He knew his Wanwan would suffer when Yu Juan gave birth, but he hadn't expected pain like that.

Just then, Qing Mo and Ding Ding both arrived to report: one said Fang Hua had been knocked out and replaced on Chen Yu's orders, the other said assassin Yang Wu was also working for Chen Yu.

Military songs—skill didn't matter. Jiang You had only sung during military training chants, but in this moment, given the scene and emotion, his singing was more passionate and heroic than ever.

Xiaozhu was about to wake up; sensing his approach, she didn't want to open her eyes. Warm, gentle touches were felt on her face, and she heard his low murmurs. Her heart was flooded with bittersweet sorrow. Was her departure making him so miserable?

"Really? Tell me, tell me!" Ruixue grabbed Chen Mao, pressing him with questions. She hoped to be chosen, longed to be chosen, but knew it was never an easy matter.

Ying Fang had already prepared bathwater for him. Dried pomelo peels and fresh pomelo leaves were boiled in hot water and poured into the tub, filling the entire room with their fragrance.

Yet some people not only refused to pay, but even went to Qidian's website to curse me, confronting me every day. That, I cannot tolerate. Why should I indulge such people?

"Possible, my foot! I say the celestial star officer is hiding from Jiang You!" declared a deity.

For a time, all the officials and gentry of Qinghua Mansion became busy, preparing to attend the grand Mid-Autumn banquet hosted by the imperial envoy at the General's residence the next day.

Everything costs money: eating, drinking, sleeping. Su Dan knew very well he couldn't survive.

Suddenly, the zombie's back began to writhe, as if something was about to crawl out.

Gradually, a transparent channel appeared between the black dog and the energy sphere. As soon as the blue energy sphere entered the channel, it became unstable, appearing as if it would vanish at any moment.

Since arriving in the Young Prison World, he had used all his strength. But after more than two years, he had only advanced from the early to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. If he wanted to leap to the Divided Spirit stage, how could he manage it without decades of effort?

"I'm sorry, I won't help you. If you want to take good care of your mother, then survive!" Ren Yixu's words carried a cold edge. He no longer paid any heed to Bobo's pain, taking bandages and medicine from his backpack and beginning to treat Bobo's wounds.