Chapter 29: Sharing the Same Bed

Lu Jianwei let her hair fall loosely around her shoulders, dressed in a pink nightgown. Her skin was fairer than snow, almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks. She steadied herself against the doorframe, appearing calm as she walked forward, but inside it felt as if fifteen rabbits were darting about—her heart nearly leaping up into her throat.

Gu Huaizheng’s gaze grew dark, his mouth dry and tongue parched. A burning sensation surged in his abdomen. He hurriedly grabbed his clothes and entered the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said, then shut the door with a bang.

Lu Jianwei

He soared out of the fissure, returning to the valley where he had first descended, and destroyed the teleportation array there. As the death aura of the dead star diminished, it would attract others to investigate, so he obliterated the array, then used the Purple Star Astrology to deduce and locate the other three discovered arrays, destroying them all.

“Yes, I’ve already received word from the Shadow Squad. Those four are on their way here,” Jiang Chao said, holding a cigarette between his lips and taking a deep drag.

This was no ordinary rain—it was spiritual rain, formed from condensed spiritual energy. Such rain, if it fell upon spiritual fields, would naturally nourish spiritual plants, but here, the Azure Armored Heavenly Soldiers used it to extinguish the Flame Demon.

She lowered her head in shame, feeling utterly humiliated. Yet Cheng Yun seemed not to notice Xin Tong’s embarrassment. He brushed Hua Shuo aside onto the ground and scooped her up in his arms.

Cheng Yun truly couldn’t understand the feelings Xin Tong expressed, but during his limited time with his biological mother, he had gained some faint understanding of maternal love.

“Heh, who else could it be? It’s the Moon Princess’s brother, a disciple under Master Du. I heard he’s only at the Golden Core stage,” a helpful disciple explained.

Xu Baiyu was a particularly straightforward and naive child, so Xi Luo couldn’t immediately guess what had upset her.

Ye Fei blew a smoke ring and said, “There’s reason to be suspicious. Dragon Lord, think carefully—why did the previous four groups always fall into ambushes?”

At this moment, Chen You’s battle gear was left with only a single crystal shield intact. His toolbox still had enough stamina for him to forge a longsword, but his Great Black Sky energy was almost depleted, and he dared not overdraw his physical resources to force another attack. The only remaining threat he could muster might be the last two shots of Divine Strike.

Because Meng Da was distracted, his hand loosened slightly. Qian Qianqian called out for help again, “Save—” before she could finish her plea, Meng Da hurriedly pressed her mouth shut.

Lin Fei glanced at the casino, immediately growing excited and leading the way toward the entrance of the Tianyu Casino.

Looking ahead, he saw a valley atop the mountains, shrouded in mist from afar, giving it an ethereal aura and a lively charm.

Mo Jiuhua had asked casually, half in jest, but was surprised when the other nodded seriously.

Qiao Yu was beneath the ginkgo tree—walking, laughing, sitting, or lifting her chin. After nearly ten minutes of shooting, the photographer called her over.

She sighed, covering her eyes with her hand and slowly inhaling. She couldn’t keep going on like this.

Tong Tong felt quite gratified, nearly ready to appoint Mi Le as “office manager.”

Moreover, Mo Yu now wore her hair short, and at first glance, she truly looked like a proper young man.

At this moment, the Han family members all stood dumbfounded, staring at the thrown fire thunder with vacant eyes—even Han Feng was stunned.

Tong Tong’s anger toward his foster father had nearly dissipated. The port city was bitterly cold, and the house still lacked heating. He worried that old Tong might catch a chill. He thought, next time old Tong brings food, he should let him stay in the hospital overnight—it was far warmer than home.

Shao Han continued reading the newspaper in his hand. His son’s wedding was imminent, and it was only right to offer his blessings.

“Today I intruded abruptly upon you gentlemen. I hope I haven’t taken up too much of your time. If not, perhaps we could converse a while longer.”