Chapter 80: The Thorn—What Kind of Person Am I in Your Heart

Fang Wenxuan accepted the cup of hot water Lin Hui handed him and said indifferently, “You’re overthinking it.”

“Then when did you ever throw yourself into my arms?” Lin Hui leaned in, gazing closely at Fang Wenxuan.

Their eyes met, and looking into Lin Hui’s sincere gaze, Fang Wenxuan almost forgot the lies Lin Hui had told. It made him wonder if perhaps he had indeed been overthinking things—too sensitive, maybe?

“Senior, what kind of person do you think I am?” Fang Wenxuan asked with a gentle smile.

“Why ask that all of a sudden?” Lin Hui replied.

“Just tell me, please,” Fang Wenxuan pressed.

Lin Hui sat down beside him, took Fang Wenxuan’s hand, and said, “You, in my eyes—”

If you weren’t good, why would they have invited you? Madam You had been so muddled by Lady Jia’s tearful threats of suicide that she completely forgot Li Jin had once wronged You Shaojun. Yet, since even Princess Changning had chosen to let bygones be bygones, what could she say? Still, her words deeply moved Madam You. The servants born into the family had always been loyal and trustworthy, and now that the Xia family had been reinstated, it was only natural they wouldn’t forget those who had suffered because of them and remained faithful.

Everyone was stunned into silence by his authoritative words, even Mi Qing jumped in fright. She had never seen Sebastian lose his temper like this before.

Moreover, the strain on his mental sea was still within a manageable range; most of the exhaustion was being absorbed by the Buddhist-Demon Pagoda at his chest. The one training here was none other than Mo Xi, whose tendency toward inner demons had grown so severe in recent days that he was almost living in the gym.

Hearing Zhang Mu exaggerate the mystical powers of that White Tiger, the Obsidian Beetle replied disdainfully, “I didn’t see it myself, but how intelligent can it possibly be? Were you just scared back then because you were only at the first stage?”

Those from the Divine Pill Valley, relying on their alchemical skills, could basically walk sideways if they were above third rank, not to mention Su Xiliang, who was an even higher-level profound alchemist.

Looking at the three-courtyard house before him—which was not even a third the size of the Marquis of Southwest’s mansion—the Marquis himself was utterly baffled.

Meanwhile, the other males from the three tribes, who had found the entrance elsewhere, began to gather here.

Where once only two or three soldiers stood guard at the family compound gate, after this incident, a whole squad had been assigned to maintain order.

This gave me a strong sense of foreboding. Even if I didn’t fully understand, I could confirm that the God of Slaughter was now at a disadvantage.

When Qiao Yiran returned from class, he found everyone gathered in a circle, as if marveling over some treasure. With a frown of his sword-like brows, the others seemed to sense his presence and quickly scattered like startled birds and beasts.

Forgive me for lacking the courage to say these four words to you face to face, choosing instead such an old-fashioned and cliché way to confess. I think that if I miss this chance to gather my long-stored courage, I don’t know when I’ll ever be brave enough again. By then, it may already be too late, and I don’t want to live with regrets.

The man glanced at her intently; his large, dark eyes sparkled with mischief, making him momentarily dazed.

Chen Fei had not only helped him capture the mole in Hong City, but had also delivered the goods safely—a double stroke of fortune.

No one knew how it started, but the two were now locked in a desperate struggle, neither willing to let go, each biting down as if their lives depended on it.

“Tomorrow, go dig up some herbs. There’s no need for you to do the house chores,” Grandma Jiang Mi suddenly said between mouthfuls.

“Jiu’er,” he called in a low voice, careful not to draw unwanted attention, yet needing to express his displeasure. Did he not think these models were more impressive?

Mo Chen found himself at a complete loss for words. He’d just been scolded by the system, and what was worse, he couldn’t do a thing about it.

All the passengers had witnessed the giant flood dragon enduring its tribulation, each one feeling that death was close at hand.

“I really can’t understand how my little sister could fall for that blockhead,” Cang Jianming frowned, but there was nothing he could do. He could object and voice his opinion, but the final decision wasn’t his. All he could do was complain.

“You’re the clan leader, your word is law. From now on, if we spread the Divine Soul Cultivation Method, there must be some regulations. The easier it is to obtain, the less people value it,” said Cang Jianlong.