Seventy, please come over.

May brought a slow rise in temperature. Wan Shun moved into the new house with Yu Yan, Uncle Snot, and Wang Bing.

All the materials were entirely natural, so there was no need to worry about toxic substances like those found in later generations.

The small two-story courtyard house had three rooms on the ground floor. The central room served as the main hall, the right room was Yu Yan’s bedroom with a private little bathroom, and the left room was a small storeroom for storing grains and various items. Adjacent to the storeroom, three rooms on the left housed the dining room, kitchen, and—

From that day forward, An Yanfeng decreed that no matter who it was, no matter how busy, everyone in the An family must return to pay respects to An Muxin.

Cao Gai and the others were already in place. Yang Kang nodded at Li Feng, Xiong Biao snorted, seemingly dissatisfied with a draw, Miao Qing smiled, and Cao Rui stuck out her tongue at Li Feng, calling him a big villain.

“Don’t crowd me, don’t crowd me, Lord Yama will see everyone died so tragically.” Black Impermanence’s face began to distort.

I still have a seventy-year-old mother at home to support; our livelihood depends entirely on this job.

“Oh, Lan Ge, it seems you’re two years older than Qing Si. I think you two are quite a match—why don’t I help you pursue Qing Si?” Si Tu Qingyin spoke loudly, so everyone in the main hall heard her.

I’ve always tried to avoid disturbing the spirit cat within Liu Yiyi. That creature was originally sealed in the stone chamber beneath Binhai University. Though it helped me back then, it remains a malevolent spirit; possessing Liu Yiyi is ultimately harmful.

In the district near Central Park in East Upper City, many exclusive townhouses stand. Most have a footprint only five meters wide, appearing cramped from the outside. Yet most people strive their whole lives and may never own such a home in this area.

Lu Feifei recalled her first meeting with An Muchen: she had initiated the flirtation, only for him to sweep her off her feet and leave her with a child.

Suddenly, she squatted down, feeling terribly wronged and inexplicably wanting to cry. She didn’t even know why herself. Perhaps it was the past few days of forced compromise, or his overbearing nature. Lu Feifei was flesh and blood—why should she let him lead her by the nose?

“Heavenblood, that mission maniac, seems to have taken another assignment,” Tian Lei remembered aloud.

Qin Haonan’s surroundings shifted from an ordinary room to a grand palace. Qin Haonan and Linglong gazed around with amazement at the transformation. Just then, Qin Haonan noticed Linglong’s form beside him becoming indistinct, and he was startled.

Pal nervously spoke, fully aware that Qiao Kelite would absolutely do as she said—especially now, when she seemed angry.

The entire process was slow, terrifying, yet not at all bloody—throughout, not a single drop of blood spilled from that gaping maw.

“Sanctuary of Sacrifice”—this was Stardust’s unique ability, liberating her corporeal form from the confines of space and neutralizing attacks that could deal fatal damage to Lang Qi. However, after activating this power, she could not return to her corporeal state for five minutes.

Yin Canghun felt goosebumps rise again; that sensation returned, as if something lurked in the shadows, silently following them. He even suspected that the thing was what they’d found in the corpse ravine and corpse woods—it had never left, always trailing the group.

Morning Dawn’s reply made the situation even more mysterious, impossible to predict what would unfold next.

The thick quilt shifted and billowed, and occasionally a flash of snowy white would peek out from beneath, making one blush furiously.

After getting into the car, Sun Qingqing said nothing, simply stared at Li Quan with a smile, as if there were something peculiar on his face.

If tonight’s events reached Lü Buwei, Lord Changping would be placed in a difficult position; Ying Zheng and Lady Huayang too. Lü Buwei need only say, “The King of Qin is still young, and not mature enough,” to undermine all of Lord Changping’s arguments.