So good.

"The Snow Sprite clan are beings nurtured by heaven and earth, unique entities. It is no exaggeration to call them the Children of Heaven, as they are the closest existences to the Heavenly Dao, naturally capable of borrowing the power of the Heavenly Dao," Elder Xue explained from the side.

"Alright, the matter we are gathered here to discuss today is not the death of Mo Yun, but rather how to punish Zheng Yue," the Great Elder cut straight to the point, speaking with great majesty.

Even if it were forcibly uprooted now, the slightest carelessness would trigger a world-shaking pain, leaving an indelible mark deep within the soul.

He worried that if the Khitan prince were to resort to tricks and implicate him as well, the prince could all the more securely and carefree win the hand of Du Yuyan.

The servants had long since loaded the carriage with clothing and various provisions, naturally including health tonics, and a physician had been arranged to attend to Granny A-Shan. Seeing the two of them step outside, the servants eagerly stepped forward to serve. Liu Qingyan and Lu Siguang boarded the carriage, and in a short moment, they arrived outside Lu Yujian's door.

Even her older brothers and sisters, who had always doted on her, spoke on behalf of Sun Yirou, saying that she had suffered a great deal being abandoned outside for many years and that they must treat her well.

"It doesn't matter. There are no outsiders here anyway, and no one will spread the word. Besides, even if someone were to talk, do you think people would believe you, or would they rather believe us?" Qin Wanyi raised an eyebrow, looking immensely pleased with herself.

"Good child, this is not your fault. Perhaps my little girl was simply born with thin fortune," Xiao Lingbai patted Lu Tiantian's hand, offering comfort.

He Suoyi spoke with such solemn conviction that He Nuangliang naturally knew this was neither consumption nor contagious. Yet she still chose to put on an act, pretending to be utterly clueless, letting them think she was terrified of contagion—so what if they did?

Therefore, upon hearing just now that these special entities cannot leave the place of their birth, does that not mean the Snow Sprite clan is practically restricted to activities within the snowfields?

Hmph, this so-called younger brother with whom he shared no blood ties seemed gentle on the surface, but deep down, his self-importance was simply too high. Yu Zhicheng watched him leave with a smile on his face, inwardly mocking him to himself.

Something was quietly drawing closer in the silence, carrying an utterly brazen and undisguised posture.

"There is!" Yin Rongyu naturally provoked, and after receiving a visibly displeased glance from You Jiayou, he added with a mischievous and pointed chuckle, "That will probably only be achievable the moment you end up in her bed." He flicked the facial mask in his hand back and forth slightly.

"If he fails to satisfy us, I will still put a stop to this marriage," Song Deqing said beside them with a stern expression.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and beneath the moonlight, the crape myrtles danced in the autumn wind, unable to escape their fate of swaying with the gale.

Ouyang Feng stared at the man, and the man returned his gaze. In terms of momentum, the middle-aged man was by no means inferior to Ouyang Feng.

After entering the room, Zhao Fuxin turned around and closed the door securely. Inside, Shen Binglian was nestled in the old matron's arms, evidently having just finished crying, with Ah Mei standing by her side. Seeing Zhao Fuxin enter, Shen Binglian hurriedly sat up and could not help bursting into tears once more.

The newcomer stopped when he was two zhang away from the old man, moving with such lightness that even holding Zhao Fuxin around the waist did not affect his pace in the slightest, a testament to his supreme lightness skill.

Ever since taking over the Tanyue Casino, Floating Joy Elder, who had expected it to be bustling with customers every day, tasted bitterness again and again. He had not anticipated that the influential demon clans of Xiling and the Five Horses and Two Clans would hold such immense sway in Yimu City. Most gamblers went to their casinos, leaving only a fraction of the crowd trickling down here.

It seemed her authority as a teacher was still quite formidable, as both Rinslet and Claire obediently withdrew their elemental divine armaments.

Galaxies are vast indeed. Despite sparing no consumption of spiritual energy and running at full speed along the way, it still took him a full five days to reach the destination.

Just as the two of them were feeling bewildered, Kota also arrived outside the window, tapping on the glass to draw their attention.

This incident happened earlier this year, which meant that after this family turned into ghosts, Lü Qinghao harbored malicious intentions toward Lü Mengmeng and subjected her to abuse.

Lü Mengmeng opened her mouth and directly swallowed the Hell Blood Bodhi. Meanwhile, Tang Chenghao, kneeling on the ground, finally realized that he had been deceived by Lü Mengmeng and completely taken in.

There is a saying: "Better a thousand days of thief than a day of vigilance." If the Sin-Washing Coffin had set its sights on me, it meant coming to take my soul, and I was already in the state of a ghost. If I were to touch it again, I feared I would be directly absorbed by the Sin-Washing Coffin and completely vanish from this world once and for all.

After gathering enough courage for herself, Yi Qiling stood up to tidy herself up, her mind filled entirely with thoughts of how to escape this place.

He would press my head against his shoulder when I was wronged, telling me that I never needed to feign strength in front of him, telling me that even if the whole world refused to believe me, I still had him.

Whether he was human or ghost, he was always the sole speck of light in the boundless darkness.

"Good grandson, even if you hadn't mentioned it, Grandpa wouldn't keep that many people around. How many people are there in Great Ming, and how many are here with us? Can we manage without reducing staff?" Wei Zhongjian chuckled heartily as he looked at Ximeng.

After waiting for a long time without seeing Murong Xue come to find him, Murong Yifu wore a cold expression as he walked to her room and knocked gently. Yet there was no response. He pushed the door open slightly and found Murong Xue sprawled across the bed in a thoroughly ungraceful posture, curled up without even a blanket over her.