Chapter 81: Fang Zhiyin Finds Himself Unable to Speak His Heart

In the vast expanse of the sea, Fang Zhiyin felt herself sinking into a deep, deep dream. At first, she did not realize she was dreaming—her consciousness was murky and confused. Later, she became aware that this was indeed a dream, for although the setting was the ocean, all sorts of illogical objects and buildings appeared. Yet even after she realized she was trapped in a tremendous dream, she could not escape. She did not know why this had happened to her, nor whether there was any hope of waking up.

Her limbs were beyond her control, that helplessness so overwhelming it made her want to weep.

Within the dream, it felt as though she had once again been hurled into the sea with cruel force; deprived of gravity, she could only keep sinking deeper and deeper, watching herself fall into the abyss with open eyes, utterly powerless.

No matter how many deadly skills were used against him, he could pass through the ranks like a leaf untouched amidst a thousand troops—none ever struck him.

Originally, An Kelin still felt a hint of resentment, but upon hearing these words, it was as if someone were cheering her on. She straightened her back, offered Lin Ziyu a gracious smile, and seemed to return to her former proud and aloof self.

Although Xu Rui’s body had been touched by many men, Wei Bao felt that Xu Rui was more sincere toward him than Fan Xiaolin or Wang Qiuya. He could not be sure whether Fan Xiaolin and Wang Qiuya’s feelings toward him were influenced by financial concerns.

Xu Xingguang cast a cool glance at An Kelin, signaling her to be mindful of her words. After meeting Xu Xingguang’s eyes, An Kelin clenched her hands tightly, and her tone grew much more restrained; she did not wish to provoke any conflict with Xu Xingguang at that moment.

Jun Juechen had been in this world for quite some time. Long accustomed to spending his days with Rong Jingmo and mingling among the elite, he had naturally acquired knowledge of many rare and exquisite wines.

He did not want to be the second brother. He wanted to be her man. But in this life, fate had decreed he was too late—always a step behind.

Just then, as she gently caressed her hand, there was suddenly a weight upon it. Before she could react, her body was pulled sharply forward, falling into a familiar embrace.

Under the night sky, the procession of carriages continued to travel at a steady pace. Hidden behind the trees, agents from the Bureau of Statistics and officers of the Guard were not detected.

Returning home, Lu Huijuan found the courtyard gate open. She stood stunned for a moment, recalling she had clearly shut it herself. Could the wind have been so strong as to blow it open?

Yet her words nearly startled Jiang Bai out of his skin. In a world capable of birthing true suns and moons, there must at least exist beings or powers of the Nether Realm; the number of sentient creatures within would surely be in the hundreds or even thousands of billions.

Although Kongyin Temple was a pure land of Buddhism and not a place of hustle and bustle, only a single monk swept the steps, and the temple itself was eerily silent, leaving the visitors feeling a distinct sense of unease.

But if it truly was Tan Yan, the thought was terrifying. Upon careful consideration, one could sense the lurking strangeness.

Now that both sides had torn off their masks, it was almost impossible to recruit Jiang Bai; the opposition would certainly be on guard.

The sole savior—the Second French Empire—was now barely able to protect itself, mired deep in European affairs.

Chen Ji’s gaze fell upon the continent. In an instant, he saw countless ruined and abandoned castles and villages, witnessed innumerable slumbering offspring of evil gods awakened by this light, all letting out furious roars.

She cursed inwardly, immediately pressed herself to the floor, reached beneath the bed and searched, finally pulling out a clay jar—only to find it completely empty.

He surmised that the villagers here drowned those who violated the clan laws by throwing them into the river.

Early-stage cultivation of spinach is difficult, but once it takes root and pest prevention is managed, its vitality is remarkably strong.

This enemy was a third-level warrior, slower in movement. The battle axe in hand had barely been raised before Xin Ji swept past like the wind, his sword flashing, slicing through the opening, taking the enemy’s life in an instant.

"You really have one fault—you’re not loyal," Zhang Heyang said, setting down his chopsticks and turning his attention to West Lake beef soup. The viscous broth, enriched with egg whites, perfectly balanced salt and pepper, while the aroma of Shaoxing wine blended with the grain-like beef, producing a flavor that was rich, smooth, and exquisitely delicious.