Volume One, Chapter 22: Gathering Seafood at Low Tide

Facing Lu Qingyu, whose eyes held a smile and whose expression was sincere as he looked at her, Lin Yuyu blinked before hesitantly accepting the nutrient drink from his hand. She took tiny sips.

It was a little salty and a little sweet, like sea-salt soda.

Lu Qingyu said, “Sea-salt soda?”

“Hehe, since your Master Wu is serving as one of the judges, you’ll have to perform well. As his disciple, I’m sure you’ll give an extraordinary performance.” Wang Wei smiled encouragingly.

Suddenly, just as the curtain fell, a familiar figure seemed to flash into her line of sight. Bao’er swiftly lifted the curtain again and saw the figure clearly.

“You...” Yan Shuangfei parted her vermilion lips and seized the hand gripping the dagger, stopping him from cutting any farther. The blood was impossible to make out in the dim light, yet one could easily imagine its terrifying crimson hue.

“May I ask what brings Vice Minister Xiao to my residence?” As the saying went, no one visited the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. Vice Minister Xiao had clearly come with a purpose, so he decided not to beat around the bush and asked directly.

Xuanxuan had not meant to do it. But once it happened, it could not be undone. She had always cared about Xiangxiang and had never once thought of killing Grandma. She simply had not known that Grandma would be so fragile.

“I want you to help me decide whether purple or yellow suits me better.” She stood before the rack, plainly troubled by the two colors of fabric.

“Wu Ming, Dracula’s talent is teleportation. It lasts for sixty seconds, during which all defenses are ignored. Once it ends, he has to wait another thirty minutes before using it again.” Seeing that Wu Ming had suffered a setback, Alice hurriedly reminded him.

I was gazing straight ahead when a magazine beneath the glass coffee table suddenly caught my attention. The person on its cover looked strangely familiar.

Just as promised, Xuanyuan Haotian had sent someone to deliver a message only a day later, summoning her to the palace and saying that there had finally been some progress.

By a twist of fate, I went to Shanghai at the suggestion of a relative. Later, finding the city too flashy and unable to adapt to its pace of life, I left Shanghai for Zhengzhou. I had been in Zhengzhou for less than a week when I found my first job.

Ever since the Heavenly Heroes Tournament began, Zuiyu had been staying at the Seven-Colored Water Corridor Workshop and had never shown herself. Burdened by one troublesome matter after another in recent days, he had been careless enough to neglect her.

She blinked, looking somewhat exhausted as she leaned against the bed. Seeing her like that, Flower Jiaoniang gave Zhang Ren a few instructions to let her rest properly, then left as well.

Everyone fled in terror. Before long, a scout returned to report what had happened. Shanhu playfully stuck out her tongue—just as she had analyzed, after all.

“Hahaha, well said! What is there to fear? ... Go on, my lady.”

Yi Sanshan had never disliked Shanhu; in fact, he was somewhat captivated by her distinctive charm. Now, thoroughly muddled by her flattery, he tossed the long sword in his hand to her without the slightest hesitation.

“Hehe, otherwise, why would I say that it and I were meant to meet?” Cixin glanced back with a smile, and even the flowers seemed to blush shyly.

Looking at the row of teeth marks on my arm, I had never expected Mu Rong Yan’er to bite so viciously. If not for the toughness my skin had gained through cultivation, it might already have been bleeding.

“Brother Ye Hui, what are you doing here?” At that moment, Mu Rong Yan’er suddenly remembered to wonder how I had appeared here so abruptly. Shouldn’t I have been in Dragon City?

Just then, a fierce argument broke out ahead. Tianwu and Hongyan decided to go and find out what was happening.

When Wang Ling heard what the nanny said, she grew frantic and rushed straight to Li Yan’s house. The nanny behind her kept shouting, but Wang Ling was too anxious about what might have happened to Li Yan to pay any attention.