Chapter 58: Handling Moyin

"Go, and return soon."

Moyin said, "With me here, have no fear."

Ling Yinyin beamed with joy. "Okay."

Moyue chimed in, "Brother, I'll go with you both."

"You are not going. Stay right here in the clan and guard the territory properly. I haven't settled accounts with you for what happened last time."

Moyue: "……Brother."

Moyin's face turned cold. "Don't call me brother, it won't work."

Well, he was exceptionally polite and seemed very easy to get along with. His looks and height were both top-tier. Though it might sound a bit superficial, Xia Nuannuan found it hard to imagine that someone with such the appearance of a noble young master could be a bad person.

After all, once rule-based abilities were unleashed, let alone building a house, one could probably conjure a towering skyscraper in an instant.

"Nan Yunlong, the humiliation of today, I will surely return to you manifold in the future!" Nan Man took a step forward and shouted coldly.

"Su Ruoruo, did you fall into the toilet?" Outside the door, Su Mian crossed her arms and smiled amusedly. The early morning exercise had left her covered in his scent, and she fled into the bathroom, blushing furiously.

Aware of this, he had refrained from demanding a spiritual mark of submission just then, knowing full well that Lin Chen would never agree to it.

Knowing that if they lingered any longer, Jin Zhong would surely remember their faces and settle scores with them one by one.

The palace attendants were also holding boxes of gifts, which reportedly included Khotan jade, ivory, enamel, and various other rare treasures from the palace.

As far as Lin Chen knew, the Xuanwu Empire had once ruled the entire Xuanwu Continent and was the undisputed premier empire.

In the dim light of night, the man's expression appeared quite gentle, vastly different from the arrogant and domineering demeanor he had shown toward Ye Weinan when she first met him.

The Sword Dao Domain was distinct from the Sword Qi Domain; it tested one's comprehension of the Way of the Sword and could not be compared to mere sword qi.

Anxiously racking his brain and searching deep within his memories, he finally recalled the source of this scent—it was the distinct smell characteristic of caves sealed off for years.

Yet now... Lin Liang sighed, reached out to take out the long staff, and prepared to wave it to test it out. Regardless, this was the fruit of his very first smelting.

The old woman did not know why Nanfeng was trembling, assuming he was merely nervous. After applying the scraping oil, she took the tortoise shell in both hands and began the scraping treatment. Although elderly, she had a strong grip, and with just a single stroke, Nanfeng’s excited shivering turned into shivering from pain. Had he not forced himself to endure it, he would have nearly cried out.

The moment they stepped inside, everyone's gaze immediately converged upon them, for no other reason than the fact that Alice and Sodya were simply too breathtakingly beautiful.

In truth, Uncle Zuo had known something about this danger beforehand, which was also why he had urged me to refuse. However, this did not mean that Fang Qian was trying to harm me. Even if Fang Qian hadn't mentioned it, Yang Zecheng would have arranged it for me anyway, seeing as Chongqing is closest to Chengdu.

Even so, everyone had still not given up on what Chen Xu possessed, because the temptation was simply too immense.

After carefully examining Lu Yuru from head to toe and discussing her condition with Lu Yuru's attending physician, Li Feier's conclusion was this: Lu Yuru only had a mild concussion, and everything else was fine. As for the amnesia, it was also a normal phenomenon—it might be temporary, but permanent memory loss could not be completely ruled out either.

"What are you laughing at? Can't control your joy just thinking that taking a few pictures means you can go back and collect your money? Fine, I'll grant your wish! Come on, take out your phones, video cameras, and pinhole cameras, and get a good look at this robust body of mine. Come on, come on!" As he spoke, the middle-aged man even struck a few exaggerated poses.

"You cannot participate in warfare in the Underworld; not only does it disrupt the so-called balance, but you also cannot attain true combat—in order to remain in the Underworld, one must lose, and the power of the Bridge of Helplessness is something even the Supreme Underworld Evil Emperor cannot withstand," Qingluo said faintly, a trace of fatigue flickering across her eyes.