Chapter 89: Or do you simply not want me to go back?

“No need. We’re lovers, and we may well be husband and wife someday. There’s no need to keep score between us.”

Shen Yue chuckled softly, tenderness glowing in his eyes.

Xu Yu gave him a faint, unreadable smile. “So you’re saying it doesn’t need to be paid back, or that you simply don’t want me to return it?”

Shen Yue’s expression changed. “Why would you ask that?”

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“What kind of thing are you to covet what belongs to the two of us?” the young man in the green robe chimed in as well.

It had clearly been forecast as overcast, yet the temperature was still above ninety degrees, as if someone had clapped a pot lid over my head and meant to steam me alive.

Groups like this adventuring party had often been seen before, but in the northern lands they usually became targets for raiding bands as well.

Yet at this moment, Lu Nianchou discovered something different about the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth and the martial arts of the Sacred Flame Token compared with other forms of cultivation.

But if the old man refused to fight him and instead turned on the Black-and-White Fiends, then he would have no way to stop him at all.

Looking at Xiao Yunjian, Mister Leng also found himself agreeing with his idea, yet he still felt it strange. Xiao Yunjian’s expression plainly said, “I won’t stand in your way, but I do want to watch you make a fool of yourself.” Mister Leng could not understand who he was taking out his anger on. After thinking for a while and still not making sense of it, he took his leave.

Although the Holy Son of the Witchcraft Sect could occasionally summon all sorts of bizarre “surprises,” their strength was at least not excessive and remained within an acceptable range.

The waterlike temper forged over two lifetimes still hurt beyond measure the moment he heard his mother sobbing over the hardship of life.

At last the driver noticed me and slowly pulled over to the roadside. There were still plenty of empty seats in the car, and it would have been awkward to ask him to leave one open for me. Fortunately, she would get off at the stop after next, so I’d tell the driver to wait when we reached the next station.

He felt he had already overestimated his father as much as possible, but he had never imagined that his father would be this formidable.

“I have money now. Why should I still owe you anything?” Li Ruoyi said, though her confidence was shaky.

“You’re better off not knowing.” Nan Jingyao snatched the thing from her hand and tossed it into the trash.

Even the smell on his body was indescribably sour and pungent. His face was wrinkled with age, yet his chin was clean-shaven, with not a single beard hair. That surprised Yan Nuo.

An aged voice came from within the hall. Jun Moli dismissed the others and led Guo Hao into the great hall.

Could it be because something had happened between him and Ji Man last night? Was he feeling guilty, and that was why he was being so good to her?

Wen Xi was right. She was a coward. She did not dare admit her true feelings, so she could only flee through other means.

At the same time, high above in the void, a vast sea of thunder emerged. A kind of heavenly might descended, locking onto the Bloodshadow Immortal and causing his expression to change dramatically.

And this was exactly what Han Meijiao had expected all along: Li Ruoyi would never believe it no matter what.

“I understand,” Leng Ruobing replied, her expression turning oddly complicated. Li Bai was a clever man; he had not explicitly said that the one who did this was Li Yao. But Leng Ruobing had already guessed it.

In the end, it was Wen Xi who could bear it no longer. She strode forward and with a sharp snap switched off the television, and only then did the world become quiet again.

Dongsheng could clearly hear their gasps, which made it obvious just how afraid they were of him.

By the time dinner was over, it was already half past seven in the evening. Fang Han, Aunt Wang, and Yang Xue sat in the living room chatting about everything under the sun.

When Su Rui, under the pretext of touring the place, wandered into the temporary livestream studio, she could see that in every room there was a team busily promoting products.

Chen Feng had once suspected that perhaps he had belonged to this world all along, and that he had merely been reborn through possession of another body. But when he thought of the songs he could remember, and of certain dishes he recalled that did not exist anywhere in this world, he dismissed the possibility that he had stolen another’s body to live again.