Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Trap

Cheng Cai examined the young girl before him with a complex gaze. Was she truly oblivious, or merely feigning ignorance? Did she not realize how vital it was for her to release him from his status as a slave? He studied her, noting that her skin was no longer the dry, chapped mess it had been back in the mountains; it was now soft and fair. Her custom-made garments and the hairpin in her hair were constant reminders that they were no longer the brother and sister who had once huddled together for warmth in the hills. Cheng Cai curled his lip. A lowly servant girl had transformed into a noble lady, while he, a scholar, had been reduced to a household menial—it was truly laughable.

"You jest, my lady. I am but a handyman in this manor..."

Holding her now felt like a dream. When he had seen her helpless and alone on the road, his heart had seemed to stop, leaving him with only the urge to pull her into his arms, offer comfort, and erase the sadness in her eyes. Before he could react, he was being pulled along again, finding himself inexplicably seated in the front row of a roller coaster.

"It is better that you do not know," Li Chen said, ignoring her question. He tilted his head to gesture for her to fasten her seatbelt, then started the car and began to drive slowly.

The force of the punch whistled with a sound like an explosion. It was even more powerful than Liu Zhengming’s; the strength of this man in sunglasses was clearly superior.

A faint ripple remained in her heart. Even if her reason could suppress all emotion, she could still remember exactly what those feelings were like.

"Why disappear at such a critical moment? Isn't this too much of a coincidence?" Han Zhenxuan grumbled. "Could it be that love has turned to hate, and they’ve truly decided to sever all ties?"

"Cease your babbling," Murong Hongyuan replied. Her tone sounded more like a playful reproach than a reprimand.

"Thank you, but I do not like others placing food in my bowl. I prefer to pick what I wish to eat myself," Xu Xiangxiang said, though she tried her best to endure it, she felt quite uncomfortable.

In this world, there was no longer Qiu Qi'er. There was no one left who could truly understand his state of mind, no one to share his misery, and no one to whom he could confide his sorrows. If he had planned from the beginning to obtain the Jade Rakshasa in this manner, he would never have allowed Su He to appear.

"Many thanks!" Xu Shu nodded, signaling Wan Feng to accept the silver. Wan Feng stepped forward and took the money bag from Man Niang.

"The Third Prince was captured by bandits, and it has already caused Count Danze great anxiety. Now that a dragon has appeared in the city, the Count recalled that the Princess was staying nearby and sent me to check on her. If anything were to happen to the Princess, the Count would be unable to bear it," the attendant explained to Elia and the others.

"What are you thanking me for? I have done nothing yet!" The Empress laughed and patted Xu Shu’s hand.

The next morning, Chuxia finished packing, intending to go to the hospital, but Han Xun arrived before she could even leave.

Hours later, Yu Lingqiu reached an agreement with the two Imperial Envoys. As Mo Tianji and Li Tianchu departed, Yu Lingqiu looked at Ye Tian with a trace of surprise. In Kang Bulin’s heart, however, he would rather be a beggar than live this life of licking blood off the edge of a blade.

It felt as though his spirit were wandering beyond the world, drifting amidst the mountains and rivers, where a phoenix and a dragon called out to each other in harmony.

Hejia nodded, suddenly finding the situation subtle. "The Eleventh Brother is not someone to be trifled with. Why would he protect Yingyue today... Could it be..." The Eleventh Brother was at the age of budding romance, and though Yingyue was still a bit green, she was undoubtedly a budding beauty.

"Heh, don't be polite with him. Being a mercenary is a life lived on the edge; the mercenary group should be spending this much," Buck sneered.

Another round of fierce combat, kisses, and moans followed, until both were exhausted. What they had not experienced yesterday, Xue Xin experienced fully today.

Their own cousin was already dear to them, and she was so beautiful, so adorable, and possessed such uncanny foresight.

Not far away, Naroth and Celia watched, their faces pale with shock. The battle between the two was truly terrifying; every punch and kick seemed to carry the weight of a thousand pounds. If an ordinary person had been in their place, they wouldn't have survived a single blow. It was like watching two great beasts tearing at each other.

Peng Haoming poked his head out from behind the car, just as a killer on the roadbed did the same. Seeing Peng Haoming’s gun aimed at him, the killer ducked back down and vanished.

Zhu Mei'er loved such thrills. She tilted her head back, letting the water spray against her face, as the image of Peng Haoming suddenly flashed through her mind.

I sat blankly on the sofa, staring at the cardboard box in front of me, my mind a complete void. I truly could not think of anything clearly.

The others watched Xianglong and the others with curiosity. They knew Xianglong and Irina had been discussing something, but since Xianglong refused to tell them, there was nothing they could do.

"Have you considered that if Xinyi and Lin Zhaohui were to join forces, you and Zhu Mei'er would be no match for them?" the boss suddenly asked.

At the dinner table, He Ming spoke to us about local affairs. When he mentioned Longquan Temple, I felt a surge of curiosity.

As she thought this, Xue Ling did not hesitate to unleash the chilling, murderous aura she usually kept so well-hidden.

Several great figures spoke, and in the void above, those intense and terrifying auras dimmed slightly, appearing satisfied with the news. After the old woman spoke, the heavy pressure that had gripped the world dissipated.

Lin Tong dared to dream and was fearless, but he was no match for Luo Qingwan’s tendency to overthink. Using the guise of doing what was best for him, she managed to persuade him.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, looking at them. After resting for a while, they seemed to be in much better spirits.

While still three or four meters away from the car, the doors suddenly rotated upward to open. "Cool, too cool!" the onlookers exclaimed in amazement.

His magic was not weak, but compared to mine, it fell short. I hadn't even budged. It wasn't just Garnett who was surprised; the Red-Haired Ghost King behind him was even more astonished, his mouth hanging agape as he stared at me as if I were a stranger.