Chapter 85: I Want to Give Myself to You
After leaving the mall, Lin Shiyun took Lin Yu straight home.
Once again, it was Lin Shiyun who cooked—a standard spread of three dishes and a soup. Like a devoted wife and loving mother, she bustled about in the kitchen.
“Big sis, what have you been through all these years?” Lin Yu asked as he savored the delicious meal.
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This one will do, I thought, opening the wardrobe and pulling out a dress. My hand trembled—the price tag was outrageously high. Gritting my teeth, I put it on without daring to remove the tag. If Qin Dongli wanted me to return it, I could give it back just as it was. Once the tag was off, there would be no way to explain.
Though I spoke little at court today, it left me thoroughly exhausted. Lvzhu brought me a cup of ginger syrup, and after drinking it, I felt warm and comfortable—something about that single word filled me with inexplicable peace. Never did I imagine that my peace of mind would become an inescapable vow for him.
Annoyed, I got up, washed, and prepared to go look for him. But before I could leave, Miao Miao returned, holding several willow branches still beaded with dew.
Though the Empress didn’t make an issue of it, her few simple words only served to highlight Consort Ti’s sharpness.
As the spiritual sea began to crystallize, Su Sheng felt as if his own body was solidifying along with it.
This was something the two of us had never discussed so openly. Today, I decided to lay it all out, once and for all, to avoid being pestered by such people every day—nothing but troublemakers.
The most terrifying sight was the two blood-soaked Taowu beasts outside the main gate, eyes glowing red as they fixed their cold, predatory gazes on us as we fled.
I hesitated, then bit my lip and, when no one was watching, quietly slipped into the thieves’ hall. Soon, I was by Grandpa and the others, silently listening to their conversation.
But to Yang Jian’s despair, this was a completely sealed space—there was nowhere to escape.
“Ming’er, don’t be so formal. Shouldn’t you be with your mother? What brings you to see your Uncle Tian?” The elderly man with graying hair smiled kindly, opened his eyes, and asked warmly.
Zhao Ming was taken aback and quickly blocked his own vital energy. The brilliance of his cloak dimmed instantly, returning to normal.
Using a mysterious footwork, the man in black moved like a shadow in the night, drifting silently into the disciples’ quarters and making straight for the largest courtyard.
Turning, Zhao Ming saw a pale yellow tiger by the riverbank, growling menacingly at him. Its eyes gleamed with ferocity as it stared at him hungrily, clearly seeing Zhao Ming as a tasty morsel.
“It’s the gate between worlds that my husband invented. After testing, it can connect to other times. Sejuani and Garen’s armies have already begun preparations for conquering new worlds, and soon this place will see great development,” Noki Gao said with a casual laugh.
The Wuchang seemed to feel no pain, completely unfazed by the loss of its left hand. Its right hand spun the chains, which suddenly seemed alive, shooting toward Kael on their own. With no foothold in the air, Kael had to raise his sword to shield his chest.
By the time I realized what was happening, Uncle Nine and Yan Yu were already locked in fierce combat, perfectly matched in strength and skill.
As everyone began to cultivate, a point of light on Xia Mingfeng’s brow started to flicker, as if drawing spiritual energy from the space around. Gradually, it merged with the light gate in his mind, the white glow growing ever brighter, as if some earth-shattering transformation were underway.
But the three Crane Daoists felt more suspicion and vigilance than anything else—not because of the people before them, but out of concern for their intentions.
Shen Nian chuckled to herself—this foolish system couldn’t tell the real culprit from the fake, but when it came to flattery, it was absolutely earnest.