Chapter 29: You Two Still Haven’t Consummated Your Marriage?

Lu Xing stared at Su Wan, his eyes filled with disbelief. How could she look at him like that?

He steadied his breathing, struggling to find his voice.

"Su Wan, do you really have no feelings for me at all anymore?"

"If he doesn't treat you well, I... I can take you away."

Lu Xing’s bewildering confidence made Su Wan laugh in sheer frustration. She stepped forward, her red lips curling into a mocking sneer.

"Lu Xing, you saved my life, and I am grateful. My husband and I will repay you, we will—"

Actually, more than a thousand years ago, during her ascension to the throne, the Demon Empress had once acted on a whim for the sake of that "heartless man," even going so far as to ruin her own coronation ceremony.

She bowed deeply toward the direction where the Fire Kirin had vanished, then turned and left. The moment she departed, the altar shattered, blood-colored rain fell from the sky, and the wind began to wail.

"Squawk! My intuition tells me you're thinking of something lewd. Has some strange attribute awakened in you?" Richard, sensing that the crisis had temporarily passed, muttered from inside the hood.

"What on earth happened?" Shangguan Shiyue asked, walking over to Lin Ming’s side.

"I... I think it’s better if I just act as if nothing happened." Su Qingqiao fell silent for a long time before finally deciding to bury everything deep within her heart.

In the brief moment no one was watching, the Wine Monkey had jumped into the barrel of century-old osmanthus wine. It soaked in the liquor as if it were a bathtub, catching the spirits in its mouth with every breath. With bleary, drunken eyes, it let out a hiccup; for the creature, this was nothing short of paradise.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng decisively slammed down on the accelerator, pushing to full speed. He did this to bully Raikkonen—his car was superior, and he wanted to see if his opponent would choose to yield or risk his life pushing that precarious-looking McLaren to the breaking point.

Yang Ruofeng did not stay long at the Great Dao Sect; he returned to the Tianhai family estate that very day. He had more important matters to attend to: traveling to the ruins of the Confucius Temple to find the body of King Bipi, so that the king could be awakened from his slumber.

"Jingtian, could you let me hug you? Just like we used to." A-Niu’s eyes shone with anticipation.

The two cars flew out of the bend one after the other, continuing to weave through the surging traffic. Facing the dense flow of vehicles ahead, the green car clearly displayed more experience, methodically utilizing the slipstream effect to slingshot past others and change lanes.

Karabor Temple! Ever since the Orcs arrived on this continent from the Dark Portal hundreds of thousands of years ago, they had rapidly seized a kingdom located in the northwest. The kingdom’s Karabor Temple was subsequently converted by the Orcs into the "Altar of Beasts."

Thinking of this, Chen Fu could only sigh inwardly. There was no help for it; he had to keep stalling until the outcome of the battle in Jingzhou was decided, at which point the stalemate here would surely break as well.

Li Meng scratched his head in embarrassment, wanting to defend himself, but he let out a pathetic hiccup that filled the room with the smell of alcohol.

The two walked around the palace, listening to subordinates report on the status of the officials and dignitaries of the Liang Kingdom, when suddenly, a personal guard ran over.

No matter how masterful Wu Jie’s maneuvers were, under the boss’s relentless, storm-like attacks, he was forced to dodge frontal assaults with everything he had. Escaping the battle had become a mere pipe dream. By now, Wu Jie had come to a realization: perhaps today was truly his end.

Watching these children in such high spirits, Hao Qian suddenly recalled his own past with the Zheng woman; they had also met when they were just that age.

It was already late at night when Lu Xia woke up. After Yan Shao had brought her back, he had left. Lu Cang had remained by her bedside the entire time, and seeing her wake up, he quickly reached out to help her sit up, propping a pillow behind her back.

Outside the window, the world was bright. The morning sunlight shone like a beacon through the thin pane, illuminating Mu Yiyi’s beautiful face.