Chapter 40: Soon is How Soon, No is No Way

After taking a bath, the alcohol went straight to her head. She firmly preferred soaking over showering, so even though drinking and bathing usually did not mix, Shang Jiuxu still drew a hot tub for her, keeping a watchful eye to ensure everything would be fine.

The more the alcohol stirred her senses, the more awake Sumian felt. A thread of intoxication pulled at her consciousness like walking a tightrope. In her youthful understanding, since she could not stand beside him in name, she craved some definitive proof. Shang Jiuxu’s reaction told her that he felt the exact same way.

Connected rooms, mid-

Lan Qingqing's voice was gentle and soft, originally an extremely pleasant sound. But at this moment, with Jing Ye glaring at her, no matter how lovely the voice was, it sounded to Ling Luo like demonic screeching from the depths of hell. Ling Luo instinctively took a step back.

[To be continued...], every week's time-travel back is caused by the mutual influence of two worlds, the result of rationalization to conform to the operation?

Seeing this, Fang Zheng immediately smiled, smiling with incomparable joy. Though it was only two pinecones, it was a heartfelt, satisfied smile, completely devoid of hypocrisy, pure and clean.

After all, the vassal states and tributary countries everywhere were fickle opportunists; the moment they saw the Tang Dynasty grow weak, they would likely rebel immediately.

And if things were like this, the sensations within this Nightmare Space would become increasingly real. Enjoying oneself within the Nightmare Space would no longer feel as illusory as it used to.

Baili Wuyou had actually ignored the imperial concubines' tally tokens for a while; what on earth was he up to? Did he go share a romantic moment with Bai Yuchun?

As they drew closer to the snowy wilderness, the carriages and horses coming and going along the post road gradually increased. Feeling the vibrant atmosphere of the settlement, the exhaustion from a long half-day of cultivation seemed to lighten considerably.

Upon reaching the classroom, she found that most of the classmates were already there. After all, many of them were boarders, and Chinese students' dormitory life begins quite early, even more so by high school.

That osmanthus tree was one of the top ten innate spiritual roots, and its greatest ability was endless vitality. Let alone Wu Gang's Golden Immortal cultivation realm, even a Quasi-Sage probably lacked such capability.

"Wind Sound Bell!" Xinghun’s gaze tightened. Wasn't this the Wind Sound Bell he had lost earlier? How did it end up in Wu'er’s hands?

However, as for the experience of buying gifts for boys, she could count those few times on one hand.

The dazzling light instantly stimulated our eyes. Damn it! It's a flashbang! Recovering his vision, Liuxing squinted and looked around, but the priest was already nowhere to be seen.

Qian Qingshi merely lifted the corners of her lips in a smile, yet her eyes were utterly glacial. Could it be that if she minded, it would instead make her appear petty and devoid of the bigger picture?

"Eh, Young Master, didn't you always dislike Young Master Ye?" Long Qie looked at Xiang Yu in puzzlement.

At this moment, Gai Nie was standing right outside the hall, understanding that Jing Ke had only one chance—only this single chance—otherwise, he would have to make his move. Jing Ke's five-step ultimate assassination had never failed, yet at this moment, Gai Nie indeed had an extremely bizarre feeling that Jing Ke would not succeed.

Feng Lang was indeed very much like Zhenji, except that Zhenji's appearance was somewhat leaner, and he was slightly taller. Yet to him, Zhenji felt more like someone seen only in dreams; seeing Feng Lang again now, he momentarily couldn't recall what Zhenji actually looked like.

Even when he decided to bring her to meet Hua Yuze, he had already anticipated this scenario. Yet when he actually witnessed it, it still felt uncomfortable.

On the first day, Zhenqi was drowsy and didn't pay much attention. This Linggui Taoist Temple was also built against the mountain, overlapping layer upon layer. The bright yellow tiles, hazy with rain mist, looked like ink colors smeared across the mountains. The temple guest rooms, neatly arranged yet winding like a long fish wagging its tail, possessed the momentum of a soaring dragon eager to dash up into the firmament.

Although most of them felt uncomfortable and uttered a few complaints simply because Xiao Tie had repeatedly caused trouble and annoyed them, that was indeed what they felt in their hearts.

"No matter, it's only right." After finishing, Lin Su turned around with a deliberately profound air and walked back behind Yuanyuan.

At this point, Lias and her peerages, who had been absent for a long time, were cooperating with Bai Yu's contract beast, Fenrir, to eliminate the black dragon above.