Chapter 51: My Butt Feels a Bit Warm

For the rest of the meal, Lin Wen did not dare to say a single word, terrified that Sang Yu would spray food all over his face again.

Sang Yu felt rather awkward.

Jiang Jingming placed some food into Sang Yu's bowl and soothed her, "Don't take it to heart."

Looking at the food in her bowl, Sang Yu nodded.

After the meal was finished, Lin Wen asked Sang Yu with utter seriousness, "Sister-in-law, don't you think Lazy Sheep's hairstyle is extremely cool?"

Tentatively, Sang Yu asked, "Have you ever considered that your—"

Bai Weiyu felt that she might still be somewhat bothered by having overheard the conversation between Lina and her last night. After all, it was a private matter, and she would probably get over it after some time.

"Thank you." Qin Wangshu took the cup and took a sip. It was not too hot, and the milk was sweet and fragrant, making it very easy to swallow. She tilted her head back and drank the rest in one go.

He could no longer suppress the agitation in his heart and rushed forward recklessly, desperate to open the palace doors.

In the dead of night, apart from the patrol squads, all the Great Wall Guards had returned to their respective barracks. Baili Xuance did not belong here, and naturally, he was the only one wandering around the open space.

Vayne had already activated her ultimate, dodging the Troll King's pillar of ice with a Q roll, and began outputting damage with all her might.

Mu Qing was finding it hard to parry. He realized that he was struggling more and more; his inner energy was constantly draining, his physical strength and stamina were failing, sweat was beading up profusely on his forehead, his breathing was labored, and his chest felt tight. His entire body felt like a skeleton about to fall apart.

Mu Qing thought for a moment and simply decided to let the Fire Spirit help him obtain the manual. Once he got the manual, even if the Fire Spirit learned the Nether Ghost Palm, it still wouldn't be a match for him.

"But we have worked hard for revenge for ten years. Are you really going to give all that up? If we do, these past ten years of effort will have been completely in vain." Although Li Xin was somewhat prepared, he still could not avoid feeling shocked and heartbroken.

With a fierce glare, Zhu Kun was about to fly into a rage, but the other party's words instantly extinguished his anger and chilled his heart by half.

The other person was wearing a blue-and-white checkered shirt, looking quite neat and sharp, with a bright and sunny smile, holding a drink in his hand.

This time, he wore a silver-white fox mask, making him look exactly like his persona in the Step-by-Step Lotus Pavilion—crafty, insidious, and unfailingly triumphant—rather than Yan Qiubai, the Marquis's heir wearing the black jade mask, who was aloof and detached.

"The barefoot doctor is back on the street peddling dog-skin plasters again." Chu Yunyi's slender eyes were studded with starlight.

Sheng Lezhan did not know what was actually going on, but under Xia Ju's fierce glare, he still felt a bit guilty, lowering his head and not daring to look at her.

Liu Qianzhan collected his thoughts and replied, "It's not safe here; it will come in handy." His mood began to grow gloomy again. There were some people he still did not want to face, but subconsciously he knew that what was bound to come would eventually come.

Mentioning the curfew, seeing that the hour was late, Nanny Sun used polite conventions to ask her to stay. Who would have thought that Madam Zhanghua seemed entirely oblivious to Nanny Sun's hints of seeing guests out? Not only did she fail to rise and take her leave, but she instead smoothly took up Nanny Sun's words and chose to stay overnight at the Virtuous Prince's Mansion.

"Step aside! Or don't blame your grandson for being unfilial." Cheng Yun's back was stiff, and his voice, choked with tears, carried a chilling edge.

Shen Qingming and Qianli joined forces, Shen Qingming wielding the Longyuan Sword, and Qianli wielding the Moli Saber. In truth, Shen Qingming could just handle the fighting while Qianli simply held onto him.

Listening to Gu Mufeng's bone-chilling words, Gu Yanting felt as though a knife were continuously stabbing into his heart, and his brows furrowed deeply.

Hua Feiye was right; that kind of miraculous lightness skill required at least thirty to fifty years of foundation. Jiuer had only been missing for two years, so her martial arts could not possibly have progressed at such a terrifying speed.

Three years ago, Zhang Wuji and He Zhonghua, in order to protect Yu Bulao, were forced to plunge into the endless abyss, only returning to the mortal world much later from the Yanxiu Kingdom deep in the ocean, bringing along the ice coffin of Emperor Shun.

These sworn brothers were utterly loyal to the Bandit King and regarded him as their own flesh and blood. Seeing the Bandit King killed, they were filled with intense grief and anger, one after another clamoring to avenge him and slaughter the enemy along with all the enemy's relatives.