Chapter 58: The Little Wolf I Raised Is a Rare Gem

Xiao Nanli suppressed his anger and replied provocatively, “Feng Su, I quite like your woman.” With that, Xiao Nanli strode away with his entourage, leaving Feng Su behind. Feng Su’s handsome face darkened, and he held Li Jiuwei tightly, murmuring, “I wish I could hide you away, so no one else could even look at you.”

“...Don’t play the possessive lover,” she retorted. “Let me see your face. Is it serious? Will it leave a scar? If your face is ruined, I’ll make him pay.”

If Xia Yueqing truly had such ability, then Pei Yiting would have been hers long ago. After several encounters, Huang Wuye had brought Helian no benefit—in fact, he’d suffered quite a few losses in secret.

“Honey, faith alone isn’t enough now,” Pei Yibai sighed softly, pressing down gently onto Song Weiyi.

His warm tongue teased her, drawing her into his game. Her body leaned away in resistance, but he followed, pressing closer, his relentless kisses pulling her back. His hand searched along her waist, gripping her firmly, his lips sealing hers, deep and intense, as he released a soft, yearning sound.

Even though the officials were troublesome—often finding excuses to persuade Kangxi against actions that might shake the foundation of the Qing dynasty—Kangxi still secretly ordered experiments. Any policy that proved useful was brought into the court.

Feng Qing laughed upon hearing this; it truly was a miracle. She didn’t know what the harems of other emperors were like, but she knew that in Haoning’s harem, such a scene was unheard of—a tale to astonish.

When the time comes! That noble, cold, unmatched CEO would be hers! Hahaha! In her room, Ruan Qin finally tore off her mask and laughed triumphantly.

Therefore, once her children became truly independent, with strong convictions, choosing the one they believed would bring happiness, she would never stand in their way.

She thought the Filipino maid would cruelly force her to keep walking—until the child fell directly from her womb, only then would she be allowed to stop.

On one hand, Mo Shi did not know the Snow Walker’s true attitude toward magical mishaps; on the other, he could not find a respectable explanation for this failure—loss of control was never good, never “good.”

The Ice Armored Python’s massive body twisted and thrashed, coiling desperately to crush the Arrow of Heaven.

The Corpse King’s face of hatred vanished; the hollow, blood-red eyes showed a trace of helplessness, then despair... Its body began to tremble, not with hatred, but with genuine fear and submission.

Meng Hui activated Spectral Sprint, caught up with Jax, and killed him, so notifications flashed across the screen one after another.

Wang Yong, weakened by drink, was just as the others wished, and said little. But once they settled in for meditation, Mu Hong instructed everyone to sleep, which Wang Yong found quite odd.

“With a friend like you, who knows how many lifetimes of fortune he’s accumulated?” Tu Jiaojiao sneered.

At that moment, Wang Yong’s attendant returned with a message, and everyone followed him to Cao Zheng’s house.

Looking at Dai Li’s appearance, Qiu Xuan smiled wryly but said nothing more. “When you go home, send my regards to your parents. Stay there for a while. When the day comes that you wish to return, do so,” Qiu Xuan said.

“Wuyue! Is this really possible? Can I truly start over?” Han Yan asked in disbelief.

Ye Fantian possessed a peerless domain—the domain of space. He wielded the power of space, and though not yet fully adept, he was gradually uncovering its secrets, one by one.

Suddenly, Bai Aoqing couldn’t help but cry out, his face awash with bitter resignation.

Several large pots boiled with water. Yang Mo placed the wild boar on a newly made rack, had two boys hold the ends of the sticks, and then stabbed its throat with a knife. Bright red blood poured out, splashing into the basin below.