Chapter 141 Healing Wounds and Recovering Strength

It was only at this moment that Zhang Chao finally calmed down from his previously turbulent emotions and looked at the husky once again.

There was a faint trace of demonic aura, but it seemed intentionally restrained and very weak. As for its strength... it appeared to be at the Qin Xin realm, though without a direct outburst, it was difficult to gauge precisely.

Regardless of what kind of creature this husky might be, judging by Mr. Hai's attitude alone, he dared not show any disrespect.

Naturally, Zhang Chao's cultivation chamber was far from ordinary; after all, he was one of the prominent figures in Omsk.

Not long after passing the village, Rhode suddenly burst from the forest into a clearing, where he discovered clear traces of a path.

He Chengjin clenched his fists, only to find that his internal energy refused to obey him, and his strength felt completely drained.

Just a moment ago, Lin Xiao was still performing on the opera stage... How was it that a figure in white was now clinging right before him?

Even outside the city gates, a deathly silence prevailed, leaving only the howling of the piercing wind and snow. Yet everyone knew what turbulent undercurrents surged beneath this stillness.

If his biological brother were Shi Ruoguang... at least it would prove that his brother did not die in infancy, and that he was not limited to that single glimpse of him in the swaddling clothes.

A long time ago? Judging by Aunt Wang's attire, which was still the morning's clothing and hair ornamentation, she must have been waiting here bitterly ever since they left.

This body was far too weak. If she had to lie in bed for several days after every single time, there would be no way she could let Beimen Lin enjoy himself to the fullest in the future.

"Hey, it's great that you're willing to talk to people!" Yu also quickly sat up, flashing a row of brilliant white teeth as he shoved the wine flask in his hand toward her.

Murong Xuan chuckled, lowered his head, and accurately captured her pouting lips in a kiss that lingered for a long time without parting.

It was fortunate that she was only carrying twins; otherwise, she truly dreaded to think how one could possibly give birth to quintuplets in such a backward era.

An Yi took a sip of the wine, savoring it as it slid down his throat. He narrowed his eyes slightly and then let out a long breath.

Yuru grabbed Xuande and Zhang Zifeng with both hands respectively and flew toward the mountain pass. Zhang Zifeng's immobilization spell failed.

For the first time, she had placed a gamble, and he had as well. Both of them won, yet it also brought down a fatal disaster upon her.

Seated opposite her were also Meng Jiaoru and Ke Lin, the two former academy heads, both of whose faces were equally etched with deep anxiety.

Naturally, alongside the tactical considerations of war, there burned a profound fury. If they could not even deal with a mere god-tier human, what dignity would the Scourge have left, and what dignity would he, the Lord of Gods, retain?

Seeing Bai Haotian's furrowed brow as he struggled to think, Bai Ruochen, anxious at heart, simply spoke directly to him.

"A slight lapse in attention, and even the standards of the curse-search officers have degenerated." A voice drifting from nowhere caused the curse-search officer to halt in his tracks with a miserable scream.

Aside from these matters, there was Yun Mo, far away in Xuan City. She had entrusted her entire life to him, and he must never fail her.

An Yi did not wish for the other party to choose him under someone else's influence; perhaps this was what they called the mutual selection between master and disciple, only this master happened to be a bit prickly.

Snow was falling on the streets of Jiangbei. A carriage with grayish-green curtains drove straight into Qingshui Lane. A figure stepped out from the carriage, hurried through the side gate, and headed straight for the inner courtyard.

As Yi Lanqi spoke of children, she inevitably felt a surging and boundless yearning. She had never harbored any anti-child mindset; in the past, it was simply because she was alone. But now, having reconciled with her beloved, how could she not hope to have a child of their own?

"Shall we follow the ancients and find a tutor for her?" Since the Bai family could no longer control her, finding a formidable figure would surely bring her entirely into line.

"What do you think? The scenery of Linzhou is quite pleasant, isn't it?" Gu Xuanjin leaped to the bank and smiled with a laugh.

The carriage curtains slowly lifted. A pair of eyes, calm as deep pools, narrowed as they gazed fixedly at Su Jin, who had been abruptly scooped up and carried away by Gu Xuanjin. A moment later, the gaze withdrew, though a faint aura of murder seemed to linger in the air.