Chapter 47: The Enchantress Who Drained Her Vital Essence

“Don’t pretend you—ah…” Wen Ling had not even finished speaking before she threw her head back, unable to suppress the sound.

Her fingertips dug into his long, powerful arm as she said in broken breaths, “Bastard, get out of my room!”

“I won’t.” Zhou Yinhe shook his head, his eyes bloodshot, and bent to kiss her.

Wen Ling bit down hard on his lip. She did not release him until the metallic taste of blood spread through her mouth. Opening her hazy eyes, she stared at Zhou Yinhe’s face before her.

She turned her head away and refused to look at him again, biting her lip and despising her own fickleness.

Several minutes had passed, yet they still had not arrived. Looking around, he realized how enormous the ship was—even finding a room was so difficult. It was truly frustrating.

“Then what gives you the right to say that anyone who has farmed can endure hardship? I can endure hardship too,” the art teacher protested, still unconvinced.

“Cousin really is something!” Huang Yanru gazed at Ouyang Pengcheng’s retreating figure at the stairway, seemingly lost in thought, her spirits somewhat listless.

“Why don’t we turn the boiling water we use to mix the gruel into milk? That would make it more nutritious!” Su Yujia suggested.

Before long, Xue Jingshan’s red sports car stopped outside Qingyuan. The two of them hurried out and went forward to meet her.

Both of them felt that the temperature inside the car had dropped to freezing. A chill permeated their entire bodies, everything before their eyes grew blurred, and time and air seemed to freeze in place.

“Why should I be afraid?” she asked. To this day, she still had no name. Aunt Rabbit called her Doll, and so did her elder brother.

Lin Jiachun wore an utterly helpless expression. She had originally wanted to ask Li Yaojie something, but after he said that, she completely forgot what it was.

“Actually… it’s not like that. I simply didn’t know where to take you to have fun, so I didn’t answer your question!” Li Yaojie stopped as he spoke, then continued a moment later.

“Mr. Taibai, forgive my presumptuous visit. I hope you will not take offense.” County Magistrate Fan smiled and extended his hand.

By the end, Mu Yichen had forgotten how many wine bottles had piled up beside him and Lin Fei. In any case, he was already seeing double.

Demon Gold clenched his fists slightly. What Purple Cloud Fate had just said meant: I can defeat you. If we fight here, your path ends now. Under ordinary circumstances, Demon Gold would have accepted a battle with Purple Cloud Fate without hesitation. Yet, for some reason, he chose silence.

Li Ji was dead. The pillar of the Li family had vanished. Everyone had witnessed the battle between Zi Duantian and Li Ji; the Demon Lord and the Ghost God Heavenly Official were no exception. Their eyes narrowed slightly as they once again experienced the terrifying strength of Zi Duantian.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lili followed Su Hao step by step all the way over, chattering incessantly as she went. Naturally, Su Hao had no intention of answering any of her tedious questions.

As the undisputed victor, Li Yuanba could not possibly endure being mocked at the very last moment.

I could not help sighing inwardly. Even if Lin Qing later became my capable assistant in the business world, he was not the cerebral type—he was a man of action.

Ever since she had met him, all her former standards and requirements had been rendered meaningless. As long as it was him, she liked everything about him.

Yuxu’s resentment was known to everyone. Why, then, were the senior disciple and the old Daoist from the artifact shop also troubled and partial in their thoughts? Moreover, Yuxu had still struggled in an attempt to escape, while those two had merely dodged aside without exchanging a single blow. Why, then, did they seem to be in even worse condition than Yuxu?

After surveying the surroundings, Jing Yuchen charged straight down the only available path.

Immediately afterward! The moment Fang Tianhao finished speaking, a series of agonized screams rang out from within the residence, each one more horrifying than the last. The father and son exchanged a glance. Before they could enter the house, Huzi came rushing out in a panic.

The resettlement of immigrants inevitably led to disputes over land. The soil in Danyang and Wu Commandery was fertile, yet there was scarcely any unclaimed land.