Volume One, Chapter 34: Could Second Sister Be Feigning Illness?

34. Xie Ruyue looked at the maidservants behind Xie Jiaoyue, hesitating slightly:
"Second Sister, who are these people..."
Before Xie Jiaoyue could speak, Shuangye, standing behind her, said:
Images of Yun Guang waiting for her at the cave entrance churned in her mind. Only now, having calmed down, did she realize that when he was looking her over back then, he must have been checking to see if she was injured. A sudden warmth flooded Mi Nuo’s heart.
"Heh, Palace Master, that is where you are wrong. Talk of conspiracies and crooked paths is merely an excuse weaklings make for their opponents. If what one does succeeds, it is considered the righteous and orthodox path."
This person was known to both the Cheng family and the Jiang family; they were old acquaintances. Jiang Yixiu called the Dean "Uncle," and so did Cheng You.
Batu frowned, sweeping his hand to gather all the earth-element spiritual energy within a radius of tens of thousands of feet. He condensed it into several towering mountains using his Earth Domain, then hurled them madly toward Yao Ruoyu.
The lightning element is a composite type, existing between the wind and fire elements. Thus, lightning possesses the dual attributes of both, resulting in flashes of electric fire and gusts of fierce wind.
"You..." Zhu Zizheng only then realized he had been tricked. He gritted his teeth in fury, his face flushed red. In his heart, he longed to cook and eat Xuan He, but it was too late; his stomach was gradually swelling.
"Surgery? When did this happen?" Cheng You’s voice trembled as she spoke. Her heart felt as if it had dropped into an ice cellar, growing colder by the second.
Su Baiduo felt a sharp pain that brought tears to her eyes. Her pitiful, teary-eyed expression made Huo Shaoqing unable to bring himself to act. She was always so stubborn, and he was always so soft-hearted.
The monster Zhu Yan gradually rubbed its head against the building, its nostrils twitching as it sniffed the air. Perhaps sensing some irritating scent, it let out a few frantic roars before slamming its body into the structure. The survivors below, realizing the danger, fled the building immediately, leaving it to collapse.
Feng Yi knew this was a private family matter and it was not his place to interfere, yet looking at Qiqi, who had already fainted, he could not help but hesitate.
The suction force came too suddenly and with astonishing power. Although Jun Wuji had been on guard, he was still ensnared by the force and tumbled off the cliff.
"After Guan Junhou inherited his title, the original Marquis estate was expanded significantly; he is certainly one who knows how to enjoy life. By the way, how is Guan Yuhan doing?" Guan Yuhan’s life was not in danger, but it would not be easy for Lou Lingcheng to detoxify her. Having seen the towering, opulent Guan Junhou estate today, she gained another layer of insight into Guan Yuhan.
As Feng Yao walked along the street, she suddenly detected a faint trace of spiritual energy nearby. What Feng Yao sensed was indeed Yu Chenzi and the others.
The flood dragon left behind a final remark before transforming into a cloud of pitch-black smoke and returning to the Yin-Yang Dragon-Phoenix Map.
Wen Yukou had been feeling uneasy, as if she had forgotten something. Hearing Hua Yue’s tearful complaint, she suddenly remembered.
In an instant, a thick layer of frost formed on Ming Xi’s wrist, spreading rapidly toward his arm and body.
"How did you know the person they were looking for was me?" Chu Yunfei was desperate to understand. He remembered that as soon as he had stated his name, he had been led directly to the third floor.
"Auntie, there’s no need. We’ve already eaten. Why don’t you sit down and rest for a while?" Yanran stood up, walked over to my mother, and said to her very politely.
I longed to slam my foot on the accelerator and overtake the Range Rover acting as the wedding videography car in front of us.
Yet, Tian Ying saw that every one of Ling’er’s past lives had ended in a miserable death, devoid of love or family. Most importantly, in every single life, her death involved falling off a cliff.