Chapter 67: I’ll Go Get Help

Qin Xiao’s passionate heart was not cooled by Yang Shufei’s rejection. Instead, it burned even hotter.

“Hmph, I refuse to believe that in this vast palace, I can’t find a beloved consort to accompany me in admiring the beauty of the night sky.” Qin Xiao left the Palace of Radiant Splendor and hurried to the Palace of Fragrant Serenity.

Some vented their frustrations with futile curses, some pushed forward like madmen, only hindering the progress of those below. A few bold souls attempted to climb up using the water pipes and cracks in the walls.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, startling Wan Yuan so much that he nearly fell out of midair. Turning his head, he saw a young man dressed in black swiftly passing by. Unlike typical cultivators who flew on swords, this man moved through the void itself.

And according to Chen Yang, once she got a new kidney, there would be no problem. Now Granny Mi was suddenly filled with hope for life.

This dessert must be served hot; its taste and texture are at their best. Once it cools, it loses its appeal.

Wasn’t it said that Gu Yue was as talentless as rotten wood, without any cultivation? How could he have injured Zhang Ting? Besides, the boss, a fifth-stage Foundation Builder, ended up looking like a beaten pig’s head.

The sect leader was on the verge of exploding. Looking at his subordinates below, quivering like quails, he grew angrier and nearly wanted to overturn the table.

Thus, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law stealthily crept upstairs, a rare act for them. Their plan to peek through the crack in the door had already been preempted by others.

The two weren’t far apart. The autumn wind blew, scattering droplets from Qian Sang’s hair like glittering diamonds, shining brilliantly. They faced each other, gazing into each other’s eyes.

If she really explained what the Dragon Group was, she’d have to talk for ages. Once they found out, they’d worry about why she was being targeted by the Dragon Group.

At that moment, the car stopped. The officer beside Chen Yang didn’t care whether he had finished his call; he yanked Chen Yang out of the car.

“Are you alright, Lord Qin?” Ye Qingcheng saw his lips pressed together and couldn’t help but twitch her mouth, testing the waters with her question.

At the end of the credits, under the column for director and planner, Su Nan’s name appeared prominently.

“Looks like I have to meddle again. Hey, last time I killed Dallas for you, and you helped me out, even gave me the rhodium-magnetic engine. Now you want my help again—shouldn’t you give me something good in return?” Zhang Yuan joked silently to his bracelet.

The man in black visibly trembled. The only parts of his face showing, his eyes, were filled with deep vigilance. His right hand gripped the sword tightly, unwilling to relax. Clearly, he regarded the man before him, who showed no fear at all, with cautious suspicion.

Du Ruo sensed something strange about Mo Youting today. The usually easygoing man showed a rare melancholy side.

“I…” Qin Rui’s soaring mood suddenly dimmed. If she knew he was always ill, would she dislike him like everyone else and stay away? Qin Rui’s heart was in turmoil, unsure how to answer.

The roaring sound of the kitchen’s extractor fan, the loud chatter and clinking glasses—Han Ruifeng could hardly believe his eyes.

At this moment, Zhongli Yuxuan shed her princess-like pride, watching Dongshuang’s actions earnestly. Dongshuang demonstrated once, then handed the needle and thread to Zhongli Yuxuan, asking her to try. Zhongli Yuxuan took them and awkwardly threaded the needle.

The hospital ward was still dim at dawn. The curtains were left open, only a few emergency lights illuminated the room. The other patients were still asleep, while the nurse performed a routine check on Mo Youting.