Chapter 46 It's normal for her to be protective, isn't it?

Qiao Ruyi understood what Xinglin meant.

This wandering light's transformation could delude people into manifesting their deepest obsessions. On the surface, it seemed to help people fulfill their wishes, but in reality, its primary purpose was to harm and take human lives.

"Uncle Ge wasn't after wealth." Qiao Ruyi carefully recalled the crime scene. If he were after wealth, there surely would have been some clues left behind. "So what could his obsession possibly have been?"

Xinglin had no way of knowing. Uncle Ge was already dead, and along with him, the lives of his entire family had perished, leaving no way to verify the truth.

"Brother Gao, you look quite well. You got up so early, why didn't you rest a bit longer?" Li Ye purposely asked, wondering what business Gao Siji had coming to see him.

Hearing the words of the Two-Star Dragon, the Seven-Star Dragon grew even more inexplicably angry. This was what his companion was like—speaking so pleasantly, yet who could possibly know how things would turn out in the end?

I glanced down at my bowl. "Do you think being in the cold palace is like it used to be?" After saying that, I ladled myself a bowl. The icy liquid spread through my mouth.

Such reverse psychology had no effect on me whatsoever, because ever since I learned that Xiao Ziling married her solely to gain the backing of the power behind her, my heart was no longer as narrow as it used to be.

"Alright, now, let's cut the cake!" Yeying waved his hand and produced a long plastic knife.

Tian Yuanzi was racking his brains trying to find a way to reward Fan Xiaodong. Seeing that Fan Xiaodong only had a single storage pouch, he immediately retrieved a storage bracelet from his own collection of storage bracelets.

Right at that moment, Fan Xiaodong's eyes suddenly lit up. A thousand meters ahead, a spiritual treasure divine boat had appeared.

"How is the Imperial Father?" Xuanyuan Wei's attitude softened just a fraction. His only concern was the Imperial Father's injuries; if anything happened to his father, he would blame himself and feel uneasy for the rest of his life.

I suddenly felt something was amiss and wanted to question him, but he was solely focused on walking and had no intention of answering my question at all. Having no other choice, I could only follow right behind him as he continued forward.

The sound of weapons clattering to the ground shifted from a scattered couple of noises into a unified, thunderous crash. Accompanied by the crowd dropping to their knees en masse, shouting "Long live, long live, a thousand years to the Crown Prince," Duan Jinrui showed no surprise, nor did he wear a look of smug triumph.

Countless tips and rewards had long since flooded the live-stream room, totaling thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan. No matter what, Chen Hu had turned a profit.

Xin Hu boarded the carriage and found that although it was simple and unadorned, all the necessary provisions—such as dry rations, water, and blankets—had already been purchased. Thick felt pads had even been thoughtfully laid out to prevent her backside from aching during the long journey.

The Black Water Girl turned around, her aquamarine pupils fixed on Chen Hu, who was holding a bow and arrow, showing not the slightest intention of capturing him.

Xu Chen frowned. To wait another year—he wondered if this one-year delay would cause him to miss out on Ye Suyan yet again.

After fooling around with the Evil Monarch for a little while, Guo Qin suddenly felt a hollow ache in his heart. When he headed to Devil Island, he had had Yiyi by his side, but upon his return, he was all alone. The fair maiden's delicate face constantly floated into his mind, yet the two of them were now separated by a myriad of miles.

Lan Xing'er looked at that upright and stalwart back, unable to help cultivating a sense of lingering fondness in her heart. Ever since she returned to the palace, Jun Mochen had not uttered a single word about his amnesia; it seemed that as long as things were left to take their natural course, there would occasionally be pleasant surprises.

Guo Qin was like a moth drawn to a flame, or a mosquito drawn to blood, lunging toward the Evil Monarch. His famished gaze even made the Evil Monarch's scalp tingle slightly.

Tian Qianqiu, the Grand Master of Ceremonies, also memorialized the throne, requesting the dismissal of all fangshi and spirit mediums, condemning them all as practitioners of heterodoxy who deceived the masses.

Immediately afterward, her neck stretched forward, her wide mouth opened, and with the force of a thunderbolt, she swallowed the piece of meat whole right off his chopsticks.

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