Chapter 40: Breakfast

As the kiss deepened, the girl yearned to go further. Under the cover of darkness, she silently slid her hand toward his shirt, reaching for the top button. Her restless hand was immediately caught by Mu Anyan. He pulled away from her lips, his voice low and husky: "Don't fidget." Jiang Mugui was dissatisfied; how could she let such a golden opportunity slip away? Her hand, trapped by him...

Fifteen days later, the world-renowned Lanmen Gentlemen arrived in Qin City one after another. Their movements were so covert that few could glean any details about them.

"Junior Sister Qian-Tong, I'm so glad you're here too. Let's go have some fun; what’s the point of staying here all day?" Han Ling'er feigned surprise, though, in truth, she had known all along that Yin Qian-Tong was present.

Only moments ago, the man and the snake had been locked in a life-or-death struggle, each intent on destroying the other. Who would have thought that the snake was so spineless? In the midst of the battle, it went into heat and forgot everything else entirely.

At this moment, the destructive nature of the attack became secondary; instead, it was the stunning spectacle that left an indelible impression upon their minds.

"We have to deliver the grain tax together anyway," Zhang Yan advised gently. He truly hoped that Qin Fengyi could mend his relationship with His Majesty, and thus, he offered much consolation.

In reality, the indigenous people in the Yunnan and Guizhou regions also had a tradition of worshipping the Phoenix God, though many had begun to embrace Buddhism. Qin Fengyi decided that everyone should just stick to worshipping the Phoenix God.

The immense shockwaves in the surroundings made Mo Xian’s entire body ache. With every step he took toward Ling Fei, the overwhelming pressure made him feel as if he would vomit blood, and his very bones seemed to crack, spiderwebbing with fractures.

"Chicken Claw, what happened? Who hit you?" Mo Xi noticed that Peng Yu was disheveled, and seeing the bruises on his face, he guessed someone had beaten him.

Night seeped through the window, and a desk lamp glowed in the room. In the silent space, only the telephone kept ringing. Lu Huai walked over and picked up the receiver.

No one knew how such an unassailable aura could emanate from the area where the Clan Head resided.

Perhaps because he had slept enough during the day, Changsun Changqing felt no urge to sleep despite the late hour. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, motionless, while his mind churned like a stormy sea: with Changsun Huaijin’s illness, he had been so frantic and busy that he had forgotten the promise he made to Gu Yichu. Only now did he have the leisure to think of it.

I glanced at my watch—twelve-thirty. I assumed that "high noon" must mean twelve-forty-five; that was my own interpretation.

The shopkeeper frowned as he looked toward the entrance. An old man, dressed in crumpled clothes and wearing a bitter expression, was clutching a red cloth bundle tightly as he walked into the shop.

Suddenly, a rich, medicinal fragrance permeated the air, filling every corner of the restaurant.

After bandaging Bai Muchen’s wounds, Chu Xiuyuan and Changsun Changqing discarded all his bloodstained clothing to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

Sitting in the first row, Hai Cheng’s eyes widened, not missing a single detail. He stared intently at the Flame Steel Ape’s fist as it smashed toward Pan Wei.

An intense fervor erupted on the faces of every Vampire clan member; in their delirium, they felt as if they were witnessing the arrival of their Progenitor.

The light on his body gradually faded. A single moment of enlightenment was worth more than years of bitter toil. This transformation was of profound significance to Yu Hao; it was a clarity of the soul, granting him a brand-new understanding of the path of cultivation.

She could not understand why Heaven favored Lu Moshan and Xiao Anmo so much. Clearly, they had committed so many heinous deeds, yet they were still able to live happily.

Because she was a good child, her schedule was very regular; every night at nine o'clock, it was time to go to bed.

In this way, when they encountered uncertainties in the future, these investment magnates would be able to provide them with protection and support.