Chapter 61: Affection

"Not at all." He refused to admit it verbally, yet his hands applied more pressure, deepening the blush on her face.

She dug her nails into his arm: "You still deny it. I remember it clearly, the day I danced Swan Lake..."

Though spoken in jest, a bitter ache still lingered in her heart at the mention of this. Her slender eyelashes lowered, evoking a deep sense of pity.

...

After the large hand moved away, Gao Linhua naturally opened her eyes. The reflection in the mirror was clear and familiar... This was undeniably herself from the past life after growing up.

In this lifetime, because of her, her second aunt had fundamentally altered her destiny of an early death, building a happy family now complete with a pair of twins. As for her uncle, he no longer had to rush about just to make a living, nor did he marry that venomous relative like in the previous life! Moreover, they now had a lovely son.

As for the attendants, Wu Song needed to hold down the fort at the Zhu Family Manor and maintain relations with Prefect Cheng, so he naturally could not leave.

"Come out!" Yang Jiuzhen gave a fierce pull, dragging a large swath of light and shadow out from Ji Mengxue's body. This was originally her dharma avatar, and she was making a final struggle because she refused to lose her self-awareness.

The next second, she produced a water skin, the holy water inside radiating a pure brilliance under the sunlight.

Now hearing Lady Kong claim that the child in her womb was a boy, how could the Prince of Xian remain as indifferent as before? What he needed right now was precisely a son. Therefore, once Lady Kong pointed this out, although embarrassment lingered on the Prince of Xian's face, his heart was filled with joy.

Every time she saw Lady Wang's eager expression whenever she begged for silver, Gao Linhua wished she could just give her a slash with a blade. She loved money so much that eventually, everyone would be dragged to their deaths by her.

"Hey! Big Brother Chun!" Duan Miaomiao was overjoyed at this. It turned out that the senior martial brother whom she yearned for day and night, causing her such inner turmoil, actually also enjoyed being with her in this secluded paradise detached from the world?

This time, everyone only had to face Lin Xing'er's choice and the Sword Ancestor's own expectations.

Though situated in the wilderness, it did not feel desolate. Lush forests and blooming wildflowers covered the ground, while a winding stream gurgled forth, joyfully leaping over the occasional mossy boulder it encountered on its relentless forward journey.

The crisp sounds of fierce weapon collisions blended into the roaring river. Just as Qin Hu and the Tujue cavalry were locked in a fight to the death, Li Yexiu finally reached the opposite bank, lifting his Mo Dao high and aiming squarely for the topmost section of the rope bridge.

"That's right, Brother Feng, just put your puppet master teacher into the spirit beast pouch. Sharing the same pouch with me is fine, it's completely safe. Don't I possess spiritual intelligence too? And it's not low either, so everything will be just fine!" Suddenly, a crisp, somewhat childish voice rang out in Ye Feng's mind.

"Brother Hua, are you cold?" Seeing Chi Hua staring blankly at the sky, An'an pressed her body a little closer against his.

Another great sword simultaneously descended upon Chi Hua's shoulder. Just as Chi Hua prepared to trade injury for injury, relying on his close-fitting scales to brazenly endure the blow, a crisp, metallic clank rang out. A black sword that materialized out of thin air paraded and blocked the descending giant sword.

Tongluo Shesi endured the searing pain from his thigh, gritting his teeth so hard that his face turned red with strain. Yet, he raised his head, staring straight into Ashina Helu's eyes as the look of terror in his gaze gradually began to recede.

Inside Yang Lang's room, Yang Lang sat cross-legged upon the couch with his eyes tightly closed, meditating on the incomplete ancient single-skill manual. However, what he was contemplating right now was not the Dragon-Catching Hand, but rather the bloody claw technique previously used by that black-robed man from the Poison Sect. Yang Lang was now naturally well aware of the name and details of this martial skill.

However, Fang Cailing held her back. If they truly had a falling out, the one to profit would undoubtedly be the Splendid Oasis.

The magma python spat out its final glob of venom and abruptly slumped, utterly exhausted. The serpent gazed with icy eyes at the fiery figure before it; it did not fear fire, yet it simply could not comprehend why its venom had no effect on the creature standing before it.