Chapter 48: Abducting Moyouli to a Brothel

Luo Ningsang did not hear Mo Youli and continued asking, “Momo, tell me—which of these beautiful ladies is the flower queen?”

Mo Youli suddenly stopped. Luo Ningsang, caught up in what she was saying and unaware of what lay ahead, walked straight into his back.

“How do you expect me to resolve this? Have the child, then marry Cheng Yu?”

All of a sudden, Mo Shengxiao came toward me and threw herself into my arms, wrapping both hands around my waist.

The officials fell to their knees in a great rustle, pleading one after another for Tusu Qingli’s life. Tusu Qingyun opened his mouth, but could not bring himself to refuse. His eyes, fixed on Tusu Qingli, were filled with reproach and reluctance—as though he blamed her for putting the emperor in such a difficult position, yet could not bear to see her executed because of their bond of blood.

“Oh, Brother He, Sister-in-law and Meng’er are both grown people. If they aren’t home, they must have gone out to clear their heads. It’s not as though they could simply vanish, is it? Besides, you know Meng’er has been becoming more and more withdrawn lately. She often stays in her room for ten days or even half a month...” Han Luchen said.

Smashing the stone table would have been easy enough, but leaving a palmprint in the stone required immense strength and an exceptionally high degree of control over one’s force.

As she pondered this, Yang Xiabing tossed her damp, wet hair aside. Her eyes fell upon something hanging from the clothesline: a pair of boxer briefs, and unmistakably a man’s.

The bright lamplight stretched the shadow of the embracing pair across the ground, blending them into one until neither could be distinguished from the other. They held each other so closely that not even a sliver of space remained between them.

“My sweet Xiaolei, tonight we’ll try a new position. I guarantee you’ll enjoy it to the fullest!” Tang Shaoyan swept her delicate body into his arms, his wandering hands growing bolder.

“All right. Here is the purchase contract. If everything is in order, just sign your name.” Mrs. Shen casually took out a sheet of paper and placed it before Lin Yanran.

“But I haven’t seen my brother for such a long time. He was so badly injured this time—I must go back and see him,” Lang Nuo’er said stubbornly.

Seeing Nalan Lan’er come forward and embrace her at once, she sat down casually in a chair. Wan’er and the others had already withdrawn, while the table was laden with an assortment of sumptuous dishes.

“Kill!”

The knights let out a thunderous, perfectly unified roar. An endless, frenzied battle aura burst from every one of them. At the same time, the velociraptor mounts beneath them shrieked and drove their speed to its absolute limit. Their footfalls thundered like drums, whipping up clouds of dust that filled the sky.

No, what was wrong with the emperor today? He seemed completely unlike himself. The court ministers felt as though they were dreaming, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Yet the gains were unmistakable. After killing Kailang, he could feel that his cultivation had advanced another step. Once he recovered fully, his combat power would be even more terrifying.

The moment Wei Ya gave the order, the Imperial Guards of Taining Hall swiftly departed, leaving Zhang Mi and Li Rong’er bewildered. At the same time, the three-thousand-strong army rose from their tents and assembled in the open ground outside Taizheng Hall in less than the time it took for a stick of incense to burn.

This evil cultivator had actually increased by a thousand in an instant. Bai Fan had never encountered such a change before. Could it be that these merit points were related to a cultivator’s sins?

A child sitting obediently near the front had a slender build. Judging solely by his physique, he looked much like an ordinary seven- or eight-year-old child. He opened his mouth and asked a question.

When distinguished guests of the Drunken Immortal Tower went upstairs to drink, their attendants and guards were naturally looked after. Most were led to a side courtyard, where wine, food, and refreshments were served. In any case, the expenses would be charged to the distinguished guests, so the Drunken Immortal Tower lost nothing.

Luo Tian countered with another question. He did not know whether the matter was true or false, and the hosts themselves could offer no explanation. Then did Wan Jiaan know the truth? And how much could he trust of what Wan Jiaan told him?