Chapter 103 Hold Me Tight! (Second Update)

Yun Shuang's face stiffened slightly, and she sensed what was about to happen. She hurried to dodge aside, but there was no time. Jiang Xiao strode to her side, bent down slightly, and with one arm around her waist, he lifted her onto the horse with a powerful motion. Then, with a flick of his whip and a sharp call, the steed beneath him shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.

Yun Shuang could only manage, in the end, to call out loudly as if to conceal her embarrassment, "Commander Jiang, actually you—"

During the chrysanthemum viewing, someone wanted refreshments. A maid, carrying tea, happened to pass behind them and somehow tripped, spilling tea all over Si Zhen's dress.

Having reached such a dire situation, why should she continue living so pitifully, always at the mercy of others?

"My name is Zhou Dao. It's nothing—just a minor injury," Zhou Dao replied with a smile. Seeing Meng Yingying, a surge of excitement welled up within him.

After leaving Zhang Hua, he wandered up the street and bought two bottles of champagne, as Shui Qing had a good feeling about it.

The wind was chilly. Mu Yiyi hugged herself, standing in the front hall of South Yan Palace. Fortunately, the windows of the palace were mostly intact, blocking much of the cold wind. Yet Mu Yiyi gently pushed one open, gazing up at the sky.

It seems that the higher the grade of forged equipment, the more proficiency is gained. If it only increases by a little each time, who knows how long it will take to advance the forging skill to intermediate level.

"I don’t need your help. I can manage on my own," Zhou Dao said with difficulty. At this moment, not only was his body ravaged by the power of lightning, but even his soul was severely affected. Had his resolve been any weaker, he would have collapsed long ago.

Xiao Yu paused, setting down the cake in his hand. "I did nothing out of the ordinary when I entered the Magic Beast Forest," he thought to himself.

Nangong Hong was clearly dissatisfied with Wu Jie’s answer, but could not press further. After all, Wu Jie had made his intentions quite clear: what could be said, he had said; what could not, he would not answer, no matter how much he was asked.

"No need, I’m home now!" I smiled at the seemingly enthusiastic black cab drivers, sidestepped them, and walked toward the roadside.

Murong Qianqian forced open a space within the stone wall, large enough for four people, laid Liu Yi flat on the ground, and hastily pulled out a pile of divine medicine from her bosom, stuffing it into Liu Yi’s mouth.

At that moment, no one noticed—even Tongtian, who had been watching from Biyou Palace, failed to see it.

"You enforce the law by breaking it—what do you have to say for yourself?" Liu Yi pointed at Jian Hong and shouted angrily. Jian Hong’s aura immediately diminished; he hadn’t expected that this newcomer to the academy would be so familiar with the enforcement team’s authority. It was as if he’d swallowed a dead rat, and he felt unbearably stifled.

By now, one sun had reached the zenith of the continent, and another was just rising in the south. In the chronology of Spirit Star, this signified midday.

At this point, Liu Yi had gained a definite understanding of alchemy. His heart was heavy: the Death Pill was much easier to refine than the Nine-Turn Reversal Pill, and even the Death Pill required so much effort. The Nine-Turn Reversal Pill would be even harder—his ambition to craft a batch of them now seemed wishful thinking.

Miu Kedi widened her curious eyes at Jin Zaizhong, pursing her lips, looking as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.

These peculiar conditions within the planet’s core are difficult to simulate even in laboratories, so people still know very little about them.

"Do you wish to be a king of immortals, supporting the rightful palace, or do you wish to seize dominion over this universe for yourself?" Xuan Li’s tone was always cold and rational, laying out the stakes plainly.