42. After Rebirth, I Married My Fiancé’s Younger Uncle (Part One)

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Moreover, Song Yiyi’s bond with him was extraordinarily deep. She had been able to come to this world through that bracelet, and he had a premonition that she might be the person who fulfilled the formation’s conditions. If it was indeed her, there was a real chance she could activate the formation.

Although Dragon Taming Mountain was comparable in strength to the Seven Great Super Sects, it was not part of the current balance of the cultivation world. It existed parallel to the Seven Great Super Sects, and neither side interfered with the other.

Song Yiyi turned her head and saw a crack splitting open in the northern wall. The clacking sound of stone shifting reached her ears, filling her with indescribable excitement.

On this day, Ruitai returned to Chengdu in triumph. The people lined the streets to welcome him, and the entire city was bursting with excitement. Upon learning of the victory in Sichuan, Emperor Zhao Gou also sent men to bestow rewards. The people of Chengdu, protected by Ruitai, revered and loved him even more than they did the emperor. The prefect of Chengdu and the other officials existed in name only; Ruitai held all the real power in Sichuan.

Tomorrow she had to leave to film some behind-the-scenes footage. Gu Lian glanced at the time. No matter how late it was, she had to tell him today so that he could be prepared.

“Ah...” The coffee shop suddenly opening was clearly beyond Xia Shinsen’s expectations, while Xia Gucheng and Xia Nagisa had evidently been startled by the abrupt sound.

The moment he imagined Song Yiyi having intimate contact with another man, bloodthirsty jealousy rose from the depths of his heart. The thought of killing the man before him lingered in his mind.

Feng Qiye waved his hand impatiently and occupied the prefect’s office in an unrestrained manner, very much like a cuckoo taking over another bird’s nest. When he left, the prefect seemed to have received a pardon from heaven. He bowed repeatedly to Feng Qiye, as though he wished he could give him the entire government office.

Sure enough, the moment Song Yuchen “passed out,” the handkerchief that had been held beneath his nose was “snatched away.” Without a word, Song Yuchen immediately drew a deep breath.

She truly could not come to terms with it. A Zhang Beichen like that belonged to Li Wanning. If Xuanxuan left with them, what would she do?

Fang Yiai looked toward Gu Qing, a peculiar expression in his eyes. He knew the other man was a prince whom he could not afford to offend, yet Gu Qing was helping him regain his dignity.

Madam Qin ultimately could not withstand her concern for the child. She took the phone from Lady Zhang, and the husband and wife leaned their heads together to look at the photographs.

“This commoner knows his guilt.” Gu Qing bowed again as he spoke. Fine, you are the emperor, and I cannot afford to provoke you. Are you satisfied now?

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Noodles floated in steaming broth, garnished with a few green leaves and an enticing fried egg. It looked extremely appetizing.

In other words, with Jiang Fan as the Holy Son of the Jiang family, Jiang Hao and Jiang Miaoyi were destined to become sacrifices, serving merely as his foils.

Although the words sounded pleasant enough, Liu Nianzu’s expression—one that practically wished for him to leave at once—was far too obvious.

In the Ganlu Palace, Li Er did not retire for the night. Instead, he took out a dossier filled with names: Gu Qing, Wu Mei, Di Renjie, Su Dingfang, Xue Rengui, Xu Jingzong... Then he added Li Yifu’s name after the others.

The local officials of every rank in Fanyang were present as well. Just as the army halted before them, the head of the Lu family was about to salute when a thunderous shout rang out.

“Almost every well-known businessman in Binhai City is here. I consider myself respectable enough to be counted among them, so I decided to join the festivities.” With that, Jiang Zongjun gave a self-mocking laugh.

Therefore, in a place where safety glass had not yet been widely adopted, most of these evenly shattered fragments had come from the vehicles themselves.

“Yes! Yes! It was all said in jest!” Chang Gexing seized the opportunity to move behind Xiao Meiniang. Bending over as though to examine her cards, he secretly blew across her graceful neck. Feeling the strong scent of a man, Xiao Meiniang could not help blushing from her neck to her face.

Many of the Turks seemed intent on throwing away their lives. They charged into their own ranks at astonishing speed, using their bodies to block the advance of their cavalry. Their fierce and desperate resistance came wave after wave, like a raging tide that never ceased.

Bored, Cheng Yaojin glanced around and saw the gloomy fellow sitting in the corner. The corners of his mouth involuntarily curled downward. The resentful-looking man was Li Tianfan, Li Mi’s son. If there was anyone in the world who did not wish to see Li Mi gain another son, Li Tianfan would surely have been first in line.

“Sister Jinlian is right. Brother Pan killed them to rid Dongzhou of harm—to do a good deed. I truly do not understand what you have to lament about.” Li Feifei glared unhappily at Dongmen Qing.

After Lan Xianshu left the restaurant, he hired two highly paid, all-purpose chefs, and Gu Xi remained there as well.

“Oh, right. The old hall master asked me to tell you something.” Piaomiaoleng’s expression grew solemn. Wang Ying suddenly felt that being the master of the Supreme Mystery Hall was not as easy as it seemed. Whatever Piaomiaoleng was about to say was unlikely to be good news.

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Just as Ye Ying was secretly gloating, Pan Haodong walked up to Shen Xinghe with his hands clasped behind his back and stared down at him condescendingly.

The rest was simple. Hu Dafa crouched down and instructed Qiu Biao, who stood behind him, to move a certain distance away. While studying the design of the security lock, he drew out his prized tool, inserted it into the keyhole, and began twisting.

That was why he was confident enough to say that by the time Lin Qingxue went to bed that evening, she would see the scab fall away.

Yu Fei pulled out the long arrow. Its tip was stained black. Startled, he turned around and saw Duo’er already lying on the ground, thrashing helplessly with white foam bubbling from his mouth.

After returning to the palace where she lived, she never stepped outside. Every day, she wept as though washing her face with tears—without the slightest exaggeration.

Li Qiaoyun herself had endured hardship and received the education of a refined young lady. Naturally, she spoke and carried herself with grace, earning deep affection from the public. Any play featuring Li Qiaoyun was virtually guaranteed to fill every seat. At one point, a single ticket sold for five silver dollars—a staggering price by the standards of the time.

“Caw, caw. So this is all the Dragon Host amounts to? You cannot keep me!” the shadow said with smug laughter.

Nameless rose to his feet and said calmly, “This is precisely the effect you need. Calmly sense everything around you; only then will you be able to see your opponent’s movements. Once your training reaches a certain level, you may even become capable of sensing my arrival.” Having said this, Nameless walked over to the side.

“Thank you, Senior, for coming to our aid.” Manglong was the first to react, and he became as respectful as anyone could possibly be.