Chapter 43: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (43)

Fu Han's eyes were slightly red, the mist finally clearing from his vision as he pierced through to his own heart.

He was certain of one thing: he could not live without Yun Jin.

He refused to let go.

Therefore, despite all the obstacles in his way, he broke through the barriers and rushed straight to Yun Jin, immediately reaching out to grab her hand.

When Yun Jin rebuffed him, he did not grow angry.

Gazing at her with affectionate eyes, he said, "I was wrong, Yun Jin. Can you really bring yourself to throw away seven years of deep affection?"

Yun Jin had loved him for the en—

"Is that so?" The words were spoken with supreme flatness. At the same time, she attempted to slowly sit herself up, determined to ignore him completely, but his arms wrapped tightly around her, instantly pinning her beneath his body.

"There's no need for that. You can come with us tomorrow. Today is just about gathering materials and sketching out the framework, but since you're a stranger in the village and don't know your way around, you don't need to come. I've already asked Hua Zi and Hui Zi to help. The three of us will go fetch the materials, and I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning," Chen Mofan said.

Xia Chuntai could imagine the sheer luxury of the room even with her eyes closed; given her grandfather's personality, it was always a matter of making things as opulent as humanly possible.

"Huh?" The local chieftain was completely at a loss. Requisitioning land? A mighty warrior storms into a bandit den for the sole purpose of requisitioning land? And to requisition land deep in these remote mountains and wild forests—besides bandits, who on earth would live in a place like this?

Ling Feng felt a quiet thrill of triumph. Just as he was about to deduct five hundred merit points and claim the so-called broken bamboo, someone suddenly made a move and snatched the mysterious bamboo away first.

They had no idea whether this method of testing silkworm silk quilts was genuine or false, but they certainly knew how to test cotton.

Many of the servants and maids from Mistress Zheng's entourage hurried away after her in a flurry. Seeing this, Xia Zheng felt his confidence falter even more.

"Damn it! Didn't someone say we weren't to be disturbed? Why is someone still knocking on the door! You scared the life out of me!" Han Yu patted his chest and said.

There was water in the well. Ji Xiu used a wooden bucket tied to a long rope to draw a full bucket, then used a corner of his outer robe, dampened with the water, to place upon Yigu's forehead. Ji Xiu then scooped up a handful of water from the bucket to wash his face, instantly feeling refreshed and invigorated. The well water even had a slightly sweet taste.

The two of them safely crossed the residential area and reached the main avenue. His motorcycle was parked beneath a coconut tree. Xia Chuntai still felt a trace of nervousness, casting glances all around, a sight that melted his heart.

They were all baffled as to how things had reached this point, carefully trying to retrace the contents of the messages they had previously sent back to the country.

Seeing Xie Shijing bound and battered, his appearance disheveled, yet observing how his gaze still stubbornly followed him, Xie Shijing knew that his charm had not diminished in the slightest.

That familiar chill resonated harmoniously with the true qi within his body. Glancing at Modi, who lay fast asleep nearby, Wu Qunfan used his true qi to conduct an inspection. There were no major issues, and there was even a pleasant surprise: the roaming strand of true qi had been successfully absorbed.

One of the garments was made of a green gauze fabric. While this material made a dress look exquisite and breathtakingly beautiful, it possessed one fatal flaw—upon contact with water, it would become completely transparent.

The Astral Realm could be described as the boundary between star systems, or perhaps the demarcation line dividing different worlds.

Shen Ye felt a private jolt of shock. This was beyond extravagant; so many seven-star cultivators were being employed merely as guards.

That disciple shivered involuntarily. Because the Holy Son was exceptionally reasonable yet terrifyingly rigorous in his actions, he knew that if he continued like this, he would undoubtedly be killed just as the Son had stated. He could only timidly close his mouth.

The Zhang family's situation was somewhat unique, but their foundation was clean and entirely unafraid of investigation. Besides, Zhang Moxian had no desire to see Bai Nuanqing exposed to the glare of reporters' cameras just yet.

Madam Zhai's eyes lacked all luster, her skin emitting an eerie, grayish pallor, while the room reeked of a sickeningly foul stench.

Was Wuying truly out of moves? Absolutely not. The Wuying of this moment possessed a ruthless cruelty beyond anything Wu Qunfan could have ever imagined. Taking advantage of the moment when Wu Qunfan was flailing blindly with empty hands, Wuying decisively released his grip, conveniently delivering a swift kick to Wu Qunfan to give him a bit of extra momentum downward.