Chapter 96: The Man Who Kidnapped Her

Unconscious, Li Jiuwei fell into a cool, crisp embrace.

The sun hung high in the sky.

Feng Su was honing his skills with someone at the billiard hall. Yet his mind was elsewhere. Every so often, he would pull out his phone and glance at it.

Fang Tiantian, holding a cue, grinned widely. “Feng, you’re a man, aren’t you? Take the initiative—persistent men always win over strong-willed women.”

He put his phone away, tossed the cue aside, and muttered, “I’m done.”

Restlessness gnawed at him.

Jiang Chence casually thrust a bottle of Chanel Chance Eau Tendre, its packaging pink and delicate, into Su Youqing’s hand, making her beam with delight.

As they stepped through the gates of the Jincheng Sect, they were met by the Grim Elder Ke Qingshen, Ling Xiaozu with his Heaven-Piercing Sword, and the three heroes of Jincheng, all waiting outside.

As Princess Jingzi spoke, she gestured toward Jiang Chence by her side, only to realize with sudden alarm that he had vanished at some point, leaving her alone.

Seeing his father conversing privately with Zhao Xianguang, Bing Shaofeng’s lips curled ever so slightly as if a thought had struck him.

After the new imperial edict was announced, neither Great Yan nor Great Zhou voiced any objections. The vanquished states of Great Chu and Great Qin, of course, had no say in the matter. The remaining nations, however, were unwilling to accept it and considered rebellion. With no other recourse, Gu Chen resolved to act decisively, exterminating every member of those royal families. Only then was the uprising quelled.

A sudden gale swept through as a massive sword gleam crashed down upon the palm of the Floating Pagoda. At this moment, the sword-light no longer resembled a fleeting shadow, but was more like the fierce energy of a blade—bold, unrestrained, and wild.

“You fiends and charlatans! If you dare, come out and face me in honest combat. I am not afraid!” Jin Tianze did not dare enter the house again, nor would he leave; he stood guard outside in the courtyard.

With a hint of implication, He Qingfan’s lips twitched with the faintest of smiles as he murmured softly.

“Luoyu, hold the line here. I’ll follow them to the clinic!” Han Qiming handed a jade token to Feng Luoyu before hurrying out. Feng Luoyu glanced down to see it was the leader’s badge, symbol of authority over the team. From this moment, he became the temporary captain of the Flame Dragon competition team.

Above the cultivation chamber, all the origins converged here. Four streams of Immortal-Slaying Sword Energy responded to the call, following the aura of the Slaughter Immortal Sword, merging with their master’s presence and pouring into He Qingfan’s body all at once.

Her heart felt overwhelmed by endless sorrow, wave upon wave, suffocating her.

Cui Yingying’s mother worked shifts day and night as a hospital nurse. When she came home, sometimes she would sleep during the day, sometimes at night, but every time before she lay down, she would take a sleeping pill.

The ministers riding in sedan chairs fared even worse: one of the bearers stumbled on a stone, nearly tipping the chair over, and a bump on the head was the least of their worries.

The bald-headed man, hearing these words, immediately expressed his gratitude repeatedly. Working here was far better than trying to rob out-of-towners.

To eat well—what happiness that is! Jin Zhuoer glanced about furtively as she devoured her food, afraid someone would notice her ravenous appetite and be scared out of their wits by the sight.

It was not so simple as the Prince of Nan’an wishing to hold a wedding feast—the emperor’s approval was required for marrying a princess.

“So where exactly are we headed?” Zhang Yunfei, quick to react, stopped what he was doing and asked with his hands on his hips.

Horse-Face hurriedly tried to twist his large hand away, but it was too late. The momentum carried a gust that swept across Ox-Head’s groin. A heartrending howl rang out, his bull face twisted in pain and turning blue, bloodshot eyes glaring as the alcohol left him half-sober.

When the kitchen stewardess, Madam Liu, arrived with four or five maids and matrons, Su Jin was eating with great enjoyment.

He hadn’t finished his sentence before Su Juan pinched the soft flesh at his waist, making him look at her in protest.

After all, Ling Yuge had always targeted Rouge, even going so far as to strike her once. Ling Yuge had longed for her departure, but after Rouge’s last trip to Yizhong City to find Chenfan, and seeing her again at the Tang Clan, Ling Yuge’s attitude had softened, if only just a little.