Chapter 30: The Gift

Mu Anyan shuddered, his mind reeling as if struck by lightning.

He instinctively tried to push the girl away, but her grip on the back of his neck was ironclad, leaving him helpless. With a shred of sanity remaining, he managed to free a trembling hand to roll up the car window. Once it was fully sealed, he tried to push her away again, but the girl lifted his face, attempting to force his teeth apart.

Her kissing technique was incredibly skillful, and for a moment, Mu Anyan was stunned...

Why did Ke'er have to show up at this very moment, and why did she have to sit right next to him? Was there some invisible hand orchestrating all of this? Forget it, he must have been watching too many mystery films.

First, it was Bai Yiyi's modesty, and now this Yu'er. Ye Junyi's heart felt ice-cold, and her body went still, yielding to his vigorous thrusts from behind. The mix of physical pleasure and heartache made her begin to sob.

"Uncle Zhao Dong, you don't need to go in; just stop at the gate," Yan Lan said, looking at the students passing by outside the car window.

"Ahem, could you two please stop acting so affectionate? Time is running out; let's begin the surgery. Has that doctor not arrived yet?" I scanned the surroundings, but it seemed as if no one else was there.

"Young Master? What happened? Who hurt you?" The person who entered saw the man lying on the ground and hurried to help him up.

Blocking the attack—it’s over, it’s all over. My demonic protective aura hasn't fully recovered; how am I supposed to withstand this strike?

She propped up her aching body and called out for Qingyu. To her surprise, it wasn't Qingyu who entered, but Juanxiu, whom she had tacitly allowed Qian Hongying to deal with. She couldn't help but freeze in shock.

After Fei Yihan finished speaking, he walked back the way he had come. He did not look back this time, his slender figure slowly fading from Yan Lan's sight.

As soon as they met, Jiang Yin began chattering incessantly. They had wanted to come and help when the darkness descended, but after the Heavenly Tower appeared, they were suppressed by an inexplicable force and were only able to act now.

"A meeting?" This surprised me even more, but I didn't dwell on it. I immediately stretched out my hand to touch the trembling Gate of Migakote. The moment I made contact, a familiar sensation flooded my entire body, leaving me feeling immensely comforted.

Thirty years ago, on the chaotic chessboard of the world, this master of unknown fame sacrificed his pieces to trap himself, willing to be imprisoned by time in order to leave behind the hope of breaking the game.

Back then, there was a great general who stood on the platform, summoning ghost soldiers and forming battle arrays. With fewer than a hundred wicked spirits, he conjured a monstrous killing intent.

With such power, the dozens of soldiers closing in could not stop the sword formation. It was like a towering wave hitting a reef—no matter how terrifying the momentum, it was merely shattered into pieces.

The word "Thanks" had barely left his lips when he saw a flash of white light, and then a sword pierced his heart.

Lady Leng returned to her courtyard, dismissed the servants, and half-reclined on her bed. She had been exhausted after spending so long chatting with her mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law.

Yang Shan fell asleep the moment he lay down. When he woke up, they had already reached their destination; it was Lang Si who had roused him.

With a cheer of excitement, Yang Feng walked out of the practice room and headed toward where Ye Xuan was, intending to learn more about the Puppet Dynasty.

Across the four sea routes, several great masters, including his own mentor, had joined forces, yet they failed to stop the Lord of Silver City.

However, after focusing his senses, he realized the yin energy in the Jade Spring wasn't particularly dense. By all logic, this ghost shouldn't have much cultivation. But if it truly lacked power, why was it so troublesome to deal with?

The disgust in Lu Xudong's eyes flashed clearly in my mind. He was just lost in the heat of the moment, wasn't he? To think I was actually lost in it, believing he had at least some shred of sincerity toward me.