Chapter Ninety-Four: A Changed Countenance

Back when he heard that Ye Cangming had been kicked into a manure pit by Chu Yuyao, he had a sudden whim and told Wusheng to find someone to write that book, The Tyrannical Young Master Ye Falls in Love with Me: A Romance Sealed in a Manure Pit.

He had only meant to make everyone laugh, who would have thought Ye Cangming would trace it back to him.

And even dig up his humiliating drunken past and drag it out to be humiliated all over again.

Wusheng stared at that apricot-colored gauze dress. Wasn’t that the one the demoness from the Joyous Union Sect had once put on his master three years ago?

Not that one.

His figure did not move at all; his hand left a flurry of afterimages, and in the end his fingers caught the sword tip with perfect precision.

He had originally meant to go see his master, but Xiao Bo told him that his master had gone on a long journey and probably would not be back for several days. Xiao Qingchen walked out of the room and came to the front courtyard, thirty zhang long and ten zhang wide.

Leng Zibing blinked. Yesterday it had still been a five percent stake; today he was already asking for the entire Leng family. Her own foolish uncle really did have a wonderfully optimistic imagination. Did he think that just because he asked, her father would agree?

Why didn’t Gu Ting attack those disgusting giant ants, and why wasn’t he attacked by them either, yet still managed to make it safely through the desert and enter the next map?

Zheng Yilu hurriedly sat up and reached to straighten the dress that had been pulled halfway down her body. A flush still lingered on her cheeks; she pressed a hand to her burning face and let out a soft breath.

Just as Zheng Yilu was at a loss over what to do, a voice came over, and she clung to it as though it were a lifeline.

Only when she drew near did he see what He Yumo was carrying: a bowl of instant noodles, with a poached egg floating on top. In a way, it actually looked all right.

Ye Mu struggled fiercely, both hands clawing at the fish tank as he desperately tried to raise his head, but in the end he could not overcome Xiao Jinyan’s terrifying brute strength. Water splashed everywhere, yet Xiao Jinyan still would not let go.

After the meeting ended, it was already noon. As soon as Luo Qintian stepped outside, Yuan Xiang immediately went up to him and obediently followed behind him. Luo Qintian only gave the docile Yuan Xiang a faint look and said nothing.

With a few swishing sounds, the spatial formation inside the cave suddenly vanished, and no one knew what would happen next.

Xiu looked back at her, walked over, and put an arm around her shoulders, showing his support for Bella through action.

Yu Qingjue’s confidant was blind. Though his martial arts were formidable, he could not make out either of their faces.

The Sun God brings light and the growth of crops, while the Nile nourishes the people of Egypt; as for the dispute between the two, it was impossible to tell for the moment who would prevail.

Yan Xiang looked at her master, so moved that she could find no words. All this time she had thought her master loved only the eldest senior brother and did not care for her. She had never expected that at a critical moment, her master would still think of her. Her master’s love for her ran so deep.

The man looked at her, his expression unchanged, but Rong Xi saw a smile hidden very deeply in his eyes.

The blessed grotto was where they usually studied formations together; how could they casually bring outsiders in? Besides, they were currently researching an extremely powerful formation, one capable of wiping out all the half-demons on the Guangwu Continent.

But since Beiming Yuan had agreed, Mu Ling was naturally quite pleased and immediately accepted.

“No way, you’re full after eating so little? How will you manage when you have children in the future?” Ni Huang scratched his head, a trace of doubt on his handsome face.

Ru Ge was lying crookedly on the couch in her sleeping chamber with a book of historical discourse in her hands. The outermost layer of her splendid robe had already been removed, leaving only the white inner garment and the underclothes beneath.

“Damn it, I really can’t understand why some people love to act so damn pretentious.” Liu Mo lightly shook his head and cursed inwardly.

At this moment, Ling Yun understood his own path with incomparable clarity: his way of the sword—fearless and unafraid—was his true sword path.