Chapter 46: Special Ingredients

Early in the morning, the day after the game update, Ning Yun half-consciously stretched out her arm.

Suddenly, something wet licked her hand.

Without even opening her eyelids, Ning Yun mumbled sleepily, "Xiao Bai, stop licking. You aren't a dog..."

Ever since she returned to the game from reality, Xiao Bai had probably been afraid that she would vanish into thin air again, so it always liked to keep watch by her bedside.

Every morning, it would give her a lick, as if testing whether she was still warm and real.

"Rest assured then, I'll be off. Take good care of yourself, Young Madam!" Xiaoye climbed into the carriage, and Murong Yi instructed everyone to hold on tight before starting the carriage in motion.

Prince Zhao had only made a bid out of amusement, never expecting anyone else to chime in, let alone a younger generation, leaving him momentarily baffled.

The two of them exchanged a glance; although they could both see the desperate desire to survive in each other's eyes, they also caught a hint of camaraderie. Clearly, their respective inner struggles were intense... What if Zhou Kaijun was merely bluffing? Wouldn't that mean they had backed the wrong side? Given Liu Hu's methods for dealing with traitors, the consequences would likely be far worse than death.

Gripping their weapons tightly, the two of them waited in nervous anticipation. This kind of suspense made time crawl at a snail's pace. The distance was clearly only about thirty meters, yet both felt as though they were waiting through an entire year.

Throughout the entire day, Ling Yuan felt a constant sense of eeriness, because Gu Yingsheng and Lu Xiao... Their rhythm was simply far, far, far too in sync.

"Oh my, impressive, truly impressive. This little brat is really something else." Laoye shook his head, laughing nonstop.

The yellow sand beneath his feet had barely shifted when the long iron chain in his hand lashed out, and with a few bounds, he burst right out of the initial whirlpool crisis.

The staff member found it quite peculiar. The young lady looked quite sharp; could it be that she wasn't even clear on her own marital status?

Though Xinman felt a hundred reluctances in her heart, she was, after all, Xu Shuo's friend, and she wasn't so devoid of tact—provided Xinman didn't badmouth her behind her back to Xu Shuo. However, a devious and cunning person like Xinman would definitely speak ill of her.

I knew nothing of this matter, and after a section of the wall collapsed, the roaring gale gradually died down until it fell completely still.

Yang energy carried both benefits and drawbacks for ghostly entities; excessively exuberant Yang energy could even directly shatter a ghost's soul into oblivion.

Just as Yang Tian was about to throw a punch, he sensed a formidable force pressing down over his head, forcing him to retract his fist and dodge to the side.

"Ha, go ahead and beat me! Even if you beat me to death, you won't get a single shred of information out of me!" Blood spilled from Brother Qiang's lips as he burst into a ferocious laugh.

Right now, he was punching a large tree, blow by blow. With the first strike, a flurry of leaves scattered. Unlike before, his face was distorted and flushed, with sweat pouring down in large beads.

"Since no one else is stepping forward, this friction will end here. If there are any more unprovoked provocations in the future, don't blame the Dragon Valley Legion for being ruthless," Sading replied with an icy tone, then signaled all his team members that they could withdraw.

The Lord of Dongyi was a distant nephew of the old ruler, not an adopted heir—to the five major clans of Dongyi, the person sitting on the throne was merely a puppet, as long as he remained obedient. But to the common people of Dongyi, "filial piety" was an explicit and unambiguous rule. If those in power paid no heed to filial piety, wouldn't things at the bottom descend into even greater chaos?

The sky was blanketed in gloomy gray clouds, volcanoes dotted the landscape below, and the air reeked of sulfur with a severely depleted oxygen content.

After getting the money from Brother Feng, Lin Sisi suggested going out to celebrate. Lin Feng could hardly refuse, so the group headed to a food stall.

Meanwhile, Sheng Jinhao and Mu He, currently stationed aboard the Iron Crocodile, held a completely different attitude.

"Can't you hear me, wizard?" Skovald raised the broadsword in his hand, barring it right across Colin's brow.

Jixia brought in hot water, and Ji Wujing soaked a fresh towel, wrung it out, carefully avoided Gu Jianmiao's injuries, and gently washed her. Afterward, he used another towel soaked in medicinal broth to meticulously dab her wounds one by one.