Chapter 46: Beast Breathing?

Charlie explained, "Only because she was willing to play with me, I lent it to her. I..."

Su Ninglong pressed three fingers against Charlie's forehead. "Listen to me. My rocking horse, from the colorful fuzz on its head down to its wooden hooves, bears the surname Su. Lending it out without my permission—that is your fault."

Su Ninglong said with grave seriousness, "You have two choices. Either you go and retrieve it yourself, or I step in. I promise you, once I step in, you and her..."

"There is something I have always wanted to ask you all, but never had the chance. Since I am asking today, you must answer me honestly," Mo Chen scanned the crowd and said in a deep voice.

"Right! Moyu, perhaps you could go and take a look at the Temple of Light," Lan Yanlong suddenly said as if recalling something, turning to Leng Moyu.

It was a long staircase, and we walked down for a very long way. After about ten minutes, we reached the bottom. The ground was extremely damp and sticky, somewhat different from stepping in a puddle, making it even harder to traverse than a water route.

As the words fell, both Deng Yang and Yan Huan blushed slightly in embarrassment. Their eyes met, and in less than three seconds, they averted their gazes with a sheepish look.

Afterwards, Sun Jing regained consciousness. Upon learning that it was Leng Moyu who had saved him, Sun Jing expressed his gratitude profusely, while Leng Moyu merely waved her hand.

"I certainly didn't mean anything else by it; you're just overthinking," Dongfang Yu said, dismissing her as she began to eat a delicious, fragrant meat bun.

"Xiner, let's leave this place first," Chu Haiyu said in a gentle voice, interrupting her conversation with Sikong Chen.

In truth, she hadn't intended to flaunt their affection or show off their romance at all; she had simply done it out of sheer habit.

The mere thought of Bian Que filled her with raging fury. That ugly creature was responsible for her eldest uncle grounding her for a full month, barring her from stepping outside and even causing her to miss the Hundred Flowers Banquet. What infuriated her even more was that she didn't even have a chance to take revenge. Bian Que was shamelessly residing in Prince Jun's Mansion, making it impossible for her to even catch a glimpse of her, let alone exact revenge.

For all these years, she had been searching for her biological father, purely to uncover the truth about her parentage. Now that she knew her father was the prime minister of the Southern Yue Kingdom, and that he even wanted her to acknowledge her ancestry and return to the family clan, she felt somewhat apprehensive instead.

Therefore, he naturally assumed that this Spiritual Martial Grand Competition was of paramount importance to Su Yunliang. If she failed to enter the runner-up rounds, she would surely resort to other means to attract attention—such as handing over her spices and formulas to someone else, having them help her seize the championship.

"Everyone has been deeply concerned about our married life recently, so it's only natural that a reporter would follow us," Yu Chenqian offered a casual excuse to dispel Gu Ci's suspicions.

"You tell me to drop the subject, yet you are still bringing it up yourself? Actually, under the circumstances where the facts are all present, applying for a medal on your behalf is just a matter of lifting a finger for me," Mei Li said with a smile.

In any case, Du Ruolan would undoubtedly be crippled after using the Soul-Burst Pill and suffering a qi deviation. There was no need for him to step in personally; doing so would only provoke the hatred of Feng Youxiu and Du Zhengze, taking the blame upon himself for Yun Xuan's sake.

Xie Changshu walked away for a long time, while Aunt Bai sat quietly in the courtyard for a similarly long period, watching the sunrise in the sky climb to its peak at noon and then slowly descend, until the firmament was strewn with stars as if in the blink of an eye.

After the hustle and bustle subsided, the General Zhenguo's Manor appeared all the more desolate. Sitting beneath the glow of a lit red candle, Shen Qingwu watched the flickering flame, looking somewhat listless and dispirited.

In this way, all their possessions would be swallowed up by the auction house, yet the auction house wouldn't have to spend even a single low-grade spirit jade for them.

After Peirong fell, Shen Qingwu was pulled tightly behind Shen Jingxun's back, while Gu Jingfeng had already drawn the soft sword from his waist. With a flick of his wrist, his blade blossomed into sword flowers, executing every form and strike like rolling thunder and lightning as he aimed straight for Yuchi Wu's vital points.

"As soon as I got off the plane, I went straight to the place I had previously agreed upon with the client. It was rather remote, and my cell phone couldn't pick up a signal." Knowing she would worry, Gu Beiting could only fabricate a well-intentioned lie.