89 Splicing - 3

Liu Yitong did not order the soldier to return to the tribe and call for reinforcements. He wanted to treat this as a test, to see what results half a month of intensive training had produced. The outcome, however, left him deeply frustrated. No one came. It also meant that the past half month of training had fallen far short of the effect he had hoped for.

Even apefolk suffered no discrimination in Blackstone Tribe, so would not those women fare even more like fish in water?

The moment Ling Yunfan returned to her quarters, she shoved Tong Tianyi out the door and slammed it shut with a bang.

The one not wrapped in a bath towel was none other than Wu Momo. From the sound of her voice, she seemed to be moving closer to Rota, and it was obvious how excited she was.

Fiora spoke stiffly. In an instant, Cha Na knew it was all because of him, so he could only smile at her awkwardly and take out a paper bag.

After a few exchanges, the battlefield between the two shifted from inside Dragon Hall to the courtyard outside, and everyone hurried to their feet and followed.

The Fiery Emperor looked at Lei Lie with disdain. “I hear your son, Lei Jiuxiao, has broken into Flame City.”

A few breaths later, once it was certain that nothing more would happen, the thick clouds dispersed, and the Eye of Heaven slowly withdrew.

In no time at all, the entire Bell-Green Manor fell quiet again. Mi Xianchu still sat on the large rock to one side, staring at Gu Chaoxi, whose beauty seemed heaven-made, and even now had not recovered his senses.

Song Wuqian had injured him. Though he was no match for Song Wuqian, he could still kill the two young masters of the Song family’s main branch.

She had seen plenty of such things in her previous life. Though at the start of their marriage he had devoured her utterly, now she was gradually beginning to strike back.

Whether in reality or in dreams, Han Jifeng had never met that American, yet he had vaguely guessed that Tang Li must know him, and that there was even some old tie between them.

By the time the ambulance arrived, the unconscious Zhu Mengmeng had already been dressed. But the child in her womb had still not been completely expelled, the bleeding had not stopped, and the trousers she had just put on were once again soaked a glaring red.

After some thought, Duan Zimo told those people that so long as Duan Jiang showed no abnormal changes for the time being, there was no need to interfere.

He had hated someone for so many years, only to discover in the end that person had nothing to do with him at all. Only then did he realize how meaningless all that hatred had been.

“If the Eldest Princess insists, I have only one method.” As an imperial physician, he already worked with his life hanging by a thread. He had never been skilled at treating such cold ailments to begin with, much less this kind of chill poison that had entered the organs.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, during the reign of the late emperor Mu Nanfeng, there had been two most capable sons beneath his knee: the First Prince, Mu Yufeng, and the Second Prince, Mu Yichen. At the time no crown prince had yet been appointed, and these two princes had been the strongest contenders.

They could have chosen any other time, yet they did it on the very night of his engagement. Otherwise, every headline today should have belonged to Mu Yichen.

Before sitting back in the driver’s seat, he used his finger to wipe away the silvery trace on her lips, the gesture as ambiguous as could be.

Bai Mo and Xu Huanyan had once disliked each other on sight, yet who would have thought that later, when Xu Huanyan became pregnant, it was Bai Mo who stayed by her side?

Mechanically dressing herself, Leng Xianning looked at the man beside her and slowly bent down. Her cool lips touched his forehead, his eyes, the space between his brows, and at last brushed lightly against his lips.

Li Xiaogong did not move. He intended to continue talking with Guo Xiaoke a while longer. As the Grand Commander of the Eastern Jiangnan Circuit, he knew this place would become one of the chief gateways to the outside world, and it was necessary to learn more about the foreign states beyond Great Tang.

Leng Xianning was startled. She raised her head and looked at the person standing not far away. He seemed familiar, yet she could not remember who he was.

Ning Yuanlan smiled even more blissfully. Ning’er—last night, he had called her that in just this tender, cherishing way.

Thus, Xiao Suchen’s return made all those masters who knew the inside story secretly rejoice that they had escaped with their lives, and every one of them wore delight upon their brows. When those above were in high spirits, the servants below naturally benefited as well. For a time, the South Court felt like a day in springtime, bright and full of lively warmth.

“Ouyang Mie, let me go this instant!” Liang Muqiu was both angry and afraid, yet she had no idea what to do.

“Exactly so. That is why the final sentence from Consort Liu carries a deeper meaning.” Xiao Qian had no intention of taking advantage. Since he knew the rules, he would say them aloud. He himself was an exceptional man, and he even believed that starting at the eleventh mark, he might still seize first place.

Nan Lichuan looked into the distance and understood. He nodded. “Then do as you like.” With that, he returned to his chair and reclined once more, though his thoughts had already drifted far away.

“You seem troubled, Young Master Leng?” Baili Yanxi walked to her side and casually pulled the window shut, instantly blocking out the pitch-black night beyond.

“So you fly planes too.” Ye Xiaomei looked at the man, whose whole appearance radiated sunlight, with some surprise.

Later, the merfolk rebelled. To keep from constantly seeing Tong Ling, he led the army into war. Only by burying himself in battle could he stop thinking about a past that no longer existed.

Zhao Wugu was greatly alarmed and pointed at Heng San, who had not yet left. Only then did Old Madam Xu come to her senses. She quickly lowered her head and prostrated herself on the ground. But it was already too late. Heng San had heard the disturbance. He reined in his horse, turned it around, and swept his gaze this way. After hesitating for a moment, he jumped down, blade in hand, and slowly approached.

Lin Li shook his head and said, “I have no ties left in this world. I need not trouble General Meng to do it for me. To have fought the general once is enough that I leave this life without regret.” With that, he slowly drew the sword at his waist and prepared to cut his own throat.

Along the way, one could see that every part of the residence had been cleaned spotless. Aside from the side rooms that had just been repaired, many other places had also been newly papered, making the whole estate look refreshed and renewed.

The captain of the personal guard immediately took half the guardsmen below to make arrangements, leaving the other half behind to protect Han Xin.

Dong Chao had no time to care about what was happening behind him. The instant the young man before him struck with his palm, he had already closed the distance by three or four meters.

“Heh, ha.” Ren Woxing went through a set of Black Sand Palm and was delighted beyond measure. At last he could move freely in the light. It was far better than that tiny sliver of merciful light that had once crept through the crack of the door in the black prison.

The netizens not only began to feel sorry for Su Ran, but also could not help shipping Su Ran and He Yuzhou as a pair. The more they shipped them, the more fervent they became, and they even immediately set up a dedicated fan forum.