Chapter 30: Trapped in the Restroom

As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Mianmian pressed the hang-up button without hesitation.

Beep... beep... beep...

She set the phone aside and lay wearily on the sofa. Though her mood was still somewhat heavy, the outburst just now had brought her some relief.

The phone’s screen dimmed, but before long, it lit up again and began vibrating incessantly. On the caller ID, the name flashed: Mom.

Ruan Mianmian didn’t even glance at it, letting it buzz on and on, over and over.

Seeing Jin Niang’s attitude, she could already picture what lay ahead for them. Was this truly how things would end up?

Meanwhile, at Ten Thousand Sword Sect, everyone seized the time to heal their wounds and restore as much strength as possible. Especially Xue Jing—having absorbed so much blood energy, her power had not diminished but grown, even surpassing Murong Gu. She had become the greatest hope for them all.

Hu Qing fell silent, reached for the bowl of soup, and quietly drank it, spoonful after spoonful.

Ling Yuqi gave a derisive laugh, the corner of her mouth curling into a mocking smile. “Then I thank you for the warning.” With that, she turned, pulled open the door, and left the office.

Xiao Qing had planned to go boating with Xiao Yu, but seeing the oppressive, dark clouds, they abandoned the idea.

It was best to reveal the impostor as soon as possible so the king could confirm her identity. If she proved to be the princess, she would be treated as such. And if, when the demon dragon returned to wreak havoc, the kind-hearted princess was still willing to offer herself as tribute in exchange for the dragon’s departure, then so be it.

Some people had never dealt with Ge Nanxing before. Seeing his insistence, they frowned—wasn’t this approach far too rigid? With so many lounges available, why insist on this one?

Naturally, those who first stormed the Blood Sect were the ragtag groups each major sect had recruited, sent as the vanguard to wear down the Blood Sect’s strength and test what tricks they might have left.

When others confessed to her, she often simply ignored them and kept away from all men. Most people said she was proud and aloof, but only she knew the real reason.

The first requirement for contacting friends through the system was to spend some silver; you could craft a transmission talisman to send your message.

Although Zhang Taibai couldn’t see the expression of the Leo leader—since his perspective was that of the Leo leader at that moment—when he glimpsed Count Dracula’s truly surprised face not far away, he could deduce that the Leo leader had been caught off guard as well.

“I have no objections either. Since we lost, we’ll do as you say,” said Jidian. A loss was a loss—there was nothing more to add.

Tang Yan shot him a look and said, “There you go again. Even with your mouth full of fruit, you can’t keep quiet.” Everyone burst out laughing.

Wuhen’s body trembled slightly. He slowly turned to see Chang’e standing gracefully by the water’s edge, her breathtaking beauty unchanged, her gaze seemingly indifferent.

Why did I exist? What had my existence ever brought him? Whether it was the merchants’ endless mockery and scorn, or the dignity and temper he lost again and again because of me, now even his painstaking efforts were given away so easily. Yet I could never do anything.

The skeletal patroller slammed its rusted iron sword down in front of Lin Feng, dealing him 43 points of damage.

The car roared as it sped out, shooting past the company gates and tearing down the highway.

Qiu Ming thrust out his hands, and deep pits erupted in the ground before him, severing all the vines at once.

“I called you three times, sis, and you didn’t even hear me,” Luo Xuechen rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“This order is true.” The Marshal of True Martial, with his ruddy face, silkworm brows, and a three-foot beard under his chin, spoke little but exuded authority without effort. As he sat in the command tent and glanced at the decree, he pronounced his verdict.

When Zhang Hao drove back to Youcai Village, it was already past ten at night. Upon returning, he found Qin Ruoxi and Han Qiuxue had already washed up and were lounging comfortably on the sofa watching TV, legs crossed and as relaxed as could be. Seeing Zhang Hao return, neither said a word.