Volume 1, Chapter 30: If She Cannot Be Happy, Then No One Will Be

Neither human nor ghost, her eyes were sunken and her face was haggard, devoid of a single drop of blood. Black blood trickled from the corners of her mouth, and what was that mass of blackness behind her?

Gu Xi replied with nonchalant ease, "Between being proactive and passive, I generally prefer the former." The implication was to wait for the hare, taking the initiative by striking only after the enemy had made their move.

At the center of Shuiyunjian stood an open platform. With New Year's Eve fast approaching, it was filled with flowers flown in by air. Exposed to the cold wind for too long, they were nearly frozen solid.

Tian Xin, busy bickering with Yu Xiubai, was slow to respond, and a new message from Yu Yale popped up.

The two hurried over, watching as one figure after another emerged from the distorted gateway.

Having not seen him for these past few months, the hatred I felt for him had subsided slightly, but now, hearing his voice, that deep-seated resentment surged once more.

Had I learned of this while pregnant or during my postpartum recovery, I would undoubtedly have harmed my own health.

Throughout the time, Jian Mingxuan kept a stiff face and remained silent, like a strange child with a speech impediment. In some respects, she felt that Jian Mingxuan was quite similar to Mu Zhijun, and so it was perhaps easier for one oddity to communicate with another.

Even now, wrapped in this cheongsam, my body was still covered in scars—some inflicted by him, others scratched into my skin while I bathed.

Lu Shi jumped for joy and ran to the well to draw a bucket of water. "Ouch, it’s so heavy! Fifth Brother’s place is no different from a temple; you have to do everything yourself. If you come here, you aren't allowed to ask for help, or he won't let you into the courtyard next time."

"By the way, I have already found the Seven-Petal Snow Lotus. When will you come down the mountain to meet me?" Chu Ye asked.

"Five!" Lin Xiao held up her hand and shook it. Princess Lin was a studious person; throughout the journey, aside from smashing city gates, she had been busy learning the Southern Yi language. Whether it was the lingering memories of the original owner or her own genuine talent for linguistics, she had managed to learn quite a bit after just a few days.

Although it was only a short sentence—the shortest entry in the entire diary—by comparison, it was the condition most likely linked to Lily's disappearance.

"This servant was muddled." Nanny Liu rose as instructed, fetched a thin quilt to cover Lin Xiao, and wept silently as she did so.

Even now, her face bore a languid expression, as if nothing in the world concerned her.

Sheng Wuyou’s voice seemed to pierce through time and space, instantly pulling her back from those mottled, flickering lights.

Tuantuan looked at the increasing number of sniffers trailing them like bone-deep sores and couldn't help but complain. Seeing how confident the two had been earlier, she had assumed they were quite formidable, but in the end, they still couldn't shake them off.

He squeezed his large hand, trapping Chen Tianya in the center of a massive palm print. Within the print, purple energy crisscrossed—a manifestation of the power of creation.

Qin Muren looked at the armbands they wore: Eastern Theater, Western Theater, Southern Theater, Northern Theater, Central Theater. The five major theaters had all dispatched their strongest elites.

Bruce took a step forward and leapt, seeing light ahead. Knowing he had reached the depths of the cave—the place where the great treasure lay—he naturally wanted to make the most flamboyant entrance to claim his prize.

"Are you feeling unwell? Shall I have the imperial physician come to examine you?" a voice dripping with mockery asked.

It seemed the Star Black Horse, much like the Star Transformation, required a vast amount of equipment as sacrifices to increase its grade. I truly wonder how high it can be upgraded and how effective it will be.

However, the more decisive the order, the harder it was for the Chief Eunuch to believe his own ears. Yet, based on his years of serving the Emperor and his understanding of the man, he knew clearly that if he remained here to disturb the Emperor any longer, he would likely be flayed alive if not killed outright.

Xie Bangui’s goal was simple. Although his palm strike had finished off many of the strange fish, he could not predict how many dangers still lurked beneath the water. He only hoped that the sudden drop in water temperature would temporarily impede the fish and buy him some time.

Zong Hun watched Ouyang Xue’s retreating figure and shook his head helplessly, but he had more pressing matters to attend to and hurried toward the courtyard gate.

The more Di Hao understood the Heavenly Emperor’s thoughts and what he feared, the more aggrieved he felt on behalf of Yu Xi.

Judging by the expressions on their faces—some surprised, some angry, and others profoundly bewildered, as if they did not understand how they had been killed—some had fallen to the ground because their bodies were bent at odd angles and could not hold their footing, while the rest stood in neat rows.

"Why would Third Sister say such a thing? Aren't you afraid of outsiders misunderstanding me?" Ji Wan wore a look of utter heartbreak.

This situation had occurred more than once. The less qualified a monarch was to receive the recognition of Heaven, the earlier they were cast down from the altar upon reaching the final ninth step.

After listening to Sulyvahn explain that most of the knights of Irithyll had been dispatched to Lothric—a fact confirmed by the outrider knights he had seen leaving the city—Gwyndolin smiled and nodded.

Although Ethereal 10086 had promised to refit the *Fel Heart*, Zhang Lin suddenly realized he had no idea how to notify the other party to begin work.

The roadside was no longer an option, as it would block the intersection; the traffic police had already intervened. To recite, one had to go inside the park.

Ling Xi vanished from Zichen’s field of vision, but Zichen was reluctant to return. He sat on a large rock nearby, watching the lake water, lost in a trance.

"No! Take the sword!" Du Feng shouted. But the command talisman still struck An Yao. She let out a muffled groan, remaining in a comatose state, her injuries clearly worsened.

Anton finally witnessed the scene where a Sister of Battle soldier, the moment she jumped through a window, had her head blown apart in mid-air.