Chapter Forty-Five: His Promise

Mu Changxiao walked into the room, his gaze settling on Song Tang’s face.

Song Tang’s smile faded slightly. Meeting his eyes, she said earnestly, “My lord, I am very pleased that you would defend me so fiercely.”

Mu Changxiao turned his face away and strode to the table, where he sat down. “Let’s eat.”

“Mm.” Song Tang answered, catching the faint upward curve of his lips from the corner of her eye.

The room was warm and cozy as the husband and wife sat facing each other.

Today was the first time they had properly—

Although she had been in China for quite some time, her command of the Chinese language was still very poor. After arriving, she began speaking to Song Gongzheng in her halting Chinese.

The broad-backed dragon had exceptional endurance. Even after flying for three days and three nights, its speed showed no sign of slowing. It continued on until they reached their destination. The dragon was perfectly fine, but Bai Fan, who had been riding it, was utterly exhausted.

“You dare toy with me!” Li Ke roared furiously, yet he did not dare attack rashly. For one thing, he could not see through Jiang Huairen’s strength; for another, Jiang Huairen appeared far too ordinary. In Li Ke’s view, those two points alone proved that Jiang Huairen was no ordinary man.

Cai Zhengguo was completely bewildered by his wife’s reaction. In his memory, she had doted on their son tremendously—one might even call it indulgence. Their son was practically the apple of her eye. How, then, had she suddenly come to speak of him with such clenched-teeth hatred?

Zhang Tian’s approach was even more direct. He had not learned many spells, relying instead on his own understanding of magic whenever he cast them. At this moment, he was once again using the same techniques he had employed outside Tianyu City—but this time, they were no ordinary spells. They were the Flames of Chaos and the Frost of Chaos.

At some point, dark clouds had gathered across the sky, as though mourning the souls of the dead. A fine drizzle fell upon Mount Hua, washing the bloodstained earth clean.

The two figures attacked without the slightest hesitation or probing—each move a fight to the death.

Jiang Huairen walked toward Zhu Hongwu. In the next instant, Zhu Hongwu sprang at him like a lion awakening. Jiang Huairen failed to react in time and was sent flying. Pain surged through him, and he felt as though his body had nearly shattered.

The thunder dragon’s might did not diminish; instead, it steadily grew stronger. The blue-orange whirlwind, however, was being worn away. Li Shufei and the other man turned pale as they stared at Jiang Feng in terror. It was the first time they had ever felt so utterly powerless.

Ling Yu entered through the gate first, then beckoned Zhang Tian over. Zhang Tian followed her inside, and once they had entered, the gate slowly closed.

As Hang Yi packed the game console into its waterproof case, he explained, “It uses batteries, so you can’t play for too long.” Then he remembered that the boy could not understand him and pursed his lips.

Shen Wanyu rubbed her throbbing forehead. How long had things been quiet? Trouble had already begun stirring again. Forget it—those who refuse to court disaster will not perish. Let them make fools of themselves. She would simply deal with each move as it came.

She was the same. If Lin Huihui had not suddenly called to tell her that Fu Yuanye was having an affair, what would her life have become? She had believed it was love, when in fact it had been nothing of the sort. Sometimes, she thought that perhaps Heaven made you endure hardship and restraint only to lay the foundation for happiness in the days to come.

The man before her wore a dark-blue brocade robe. He was as handsome, wicked, and razor-sharp as when she had first met him, yet her eyes were filled with nothing but disgust and fury.

He did not move. He merely held her against him, his head resting beside her neck. Only after a long while did he rasp, “A-Yan, bite me once. Let me know this is real.” Do your utmost with every skill.

With a sweep of his arms, the stern man lunged like a giant eagle pouncing on a hare. Space and time collapsed rapidly behind him, whipping up a storm.

Perhaps it was because Xiang Wei had struck him before, or perhaps there was some other reason that could not be explained. In any case, whenever he saw Xiang Wei now, his heart began to panic. A man who could even beat himself up—what was there that he would not do?

“Mr. Mei, it is late. Shall we return?” Hongfu glanced toward the house, then walked over to Mr. Mei.