28 The General’s Wife and the Concubine’s Brother 6

"So, you are saying you refuse to kneel, Your Highness?" the eunuch asked in return, as if to confirm the matter.

The early summer sun was not intense, but it was exceptionally bright. Gu Lanshan sat under a parasol on the terrace, backed by potted flowers meticulously tended to every day. They bloomed in a riot of colors, and as the breeze blew, a faint, comforting fragrance drifted through the air.

In the year or more they had known each other, he had never treated her this well, nor had he ever coaxed her like this.

It was only in the afternoon that Gu Lanshan recalled how she had made excuses to Sheng Shi that morning, using her menstrual cycle as a shield. Perhaps her period had taken offense, for it decided to pay her an early visit that month.

The demonic avatar had already forged the Underworld King Sword to confront the encircling tribulation immortals. Below, the divine avatar charged into the sun, and instantly, countless golden crows erupted from the solar core. Amidst the flowing flames, a fifty-foot-tall Sun God manifested.

And so, the person and their pet went to work—one holding the fire-starter, the other igniting the flame—and in no time, the perfectly good room was engulfed in a raging fire.

One day, Ling'er called home and learned that Helian Feng's condition was critical and could no longer be delayed, so she decided to beg Elder Ai to surrender the Purple Jade Guanyin.

Zong Yang gently set down the crow and walked forward a short distance before closing his eyes. Behind him, two blazing crescents suddenly tore through the air, leveling every building on both sides of Tianque Avenue.

With that, he reached out and opened his robes. Qingfang was startled, assuming he intended to do something, and instinctively shifted to the side. Seeing her reaction, he could not help but laugh. "Do not be alarmed; I have no intention of consummating our marriage with you." As he spoke, he shed his outer robe and rose from the wedding bed in his undergarments.

Yet, he caught the scent on Hua Mulan—it was pleasant. It wasn't the smell of soap, but a very faint, delicate fragrance. He didn't know what it was, only that it was delightful. In truth, he chose to sleep beside Hua Mulan precisely because she lacked any unpleasant odors; like him, she cherished cleanliness.

Taking advantage of a misstep in Niudan's play, he wiped out his opponent's main formation in one stroke, followed by a relentless offensive and the thunderous beating of war drums.

A mournful cry, like that of a beast struggling before death, echoed in Jiang Xiao's ears. When she opened her eyes again, everything before her had returned to peace.

"Ji Qingli, don't go too far." Xie Sinan's expression was grim. Seeing Ji Qingli so intimate with this man of mysterious origin only added to his irritation.

Qing Qinghe immediately released the hem of Jiang Ling's garment, and Jiang Ling quickly followed suit. Her kindness was a virtue, but she was ignorant of the dangers of the world.

I forced a smile, though I suspect it didn't look very natural. Jiang Qi, not knowing how to comfort me, could only hail a taxi to take me back to school.

Li Mingyang endured the pain to explain and analyze the situation for Yang Mi, who then loosened her grip and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Though it wasn't particularly cold outside, Hua Mulan felt the biting chill of the wind and shuddered.

Just then, a delicate rose drifted from a branch, heading straight for her face. The peerless Phoenix Consort reached out to catch it instinctively, only to find a dark shadow lunging for the flower as well. Their fingers touched briefly in the air before pulling away, and the rose fell to the ground.

The scarred man tried to resist, but the "Temptation" security guards were no ordinary men; they pulled out their weapons and leveled them directly at him.

"Master Qin, is this the piece of bone you were looking for?" Having truly found the bone, Zhao Wanping's attitude toward Qin Hao became much more respectful.

Everyone stared blankly at Hu Xuedong, whose face was twisting uncontrollably—more dramatic than a Sichuan opera face-changer! *Puff, puff, puff, puff...* Seven jets of air suddenly erupted from Hu Xuedong's face, forcing seven silver needles out from under his skin.

Later, Su Naini's mind conjured an image of Long Yu cradling a baby with one hand while holding a milk bottle in the other. He hadn't just taken over the kitchen chores; he had even become a stay-at-home dad.

This explanation hinted at space-time abilities. Others might not understand, but Cheng Jie certainly knew clearly that only by wielding the power of space-time could one vanish without a trace before so many eyes. Upon hearing Su Mu's words, Cheng Jie fell into deep thought once more.

Had it not been for the incident with Yang Qinghe, Qin Hao would certainly have spent a few days touring the capital with his mother. But with this matter arisen, Qin Hao was eager to return home. He now only wished to practice in silence, contemplate the laws of nature, and achieve the Heavenly Realm as soon as possible.

"You... if you are human, why do you wear a mask?" Tang Feng tried to raise his right hand to point at the eerie mask, but after straining his arm, he found he could not lift it at all.

"Do you think I'm joking? The Hundred Flower Palace has no room for the useless." Jun Zhu's tone was icy as he gestured toward the untouched meal. He loathed the people of the Dark Night Organization; Xia Zhen's tragic fate was all caused by them. To them, transmigrators were merely tools used to harvest faith.

"At the time, you explained the content of the rock paintings but couldn't understand why they depicted the 'Buddha Realm' and the 'Human World' in reverse within Yuan Hao's eyes. I suspect this is the key to cracking the puzzle," Han Jiang boldly speculated.

Upon hearing this, the fire dragon's claws grew several inches, looking terrifying as they shimmered like sword qi. It lunged fiercely at the Squirtle.

Having the energy to curse at himself meant he wasn't as badly off as he had imagined! The carriage stopped at the familiar old spot, and Lian Po climbed inside.