Chapter 61 This is My Own Choice

"Xie Yuhuai, when did you become so shameless?"

Yu Zi cast her gaze upon Xie Yuhuai. After uttering these words, she ultimately refrained from driving him away.

Xie Yuhuai blinked, the corners of his lips curling upward slightly, yet his profound eyes remained fixed unblinkingly on Yu Zi, the words slipping from his lips carrying an alluring, bewitching undertone.

"If back then I had possessed this..."

This time, they attacked from different angles, naturally achieving a high hit rate. Although many attacks missed their marks, a considerable number still found their targets. The giant snake struggled for a few moments before finally drooping its head, collapsing to the ground, and losing its life.

The disciples all around were struck dumb with shock. Many who had some understanding of swordsmanship could perceive that the single move Ye Feng had just executed was truly extraordinary. Only a swordsmanship genius who had comprehended sword intent could wield any long sword as freely and effortlessly as Ye Feng just did.

Now, Chengcheng felt a sense of terror simply at the sight of Luo Xinchen—a fear so primal that his body could not control it.

"Stop crying, you've made a complete fool of yourself, and you won't be able to show your face for quite a while," Shen Tuantuan said coolly.

Having frequently stayed up late these past few days, not only did her complexion look poor, but she even woke up late. Breakfast was basically handled in a perfunctory manner, leaving her starving by noon, craving nothing less than a hearty feast of meat and fish.

When Cen Zhi quieted down, Peng Yuqiu suddenly thought of Mo Shangjun. He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Shangjun sitting in the front passenger seat.

She walked past his side, bringing with her a faint breeze that brushed against his cheek. The scent of her still lingered at the tip of his nose, making it seem as though she were mere inches away, yet when he turned back now, she had already vanished.

"What are you trying to do? Stay away from my grandson!" Guo Yixuan stepped forward, immediately pulling Chengcheng and Xuxu into her arms to protect them, glaring at Luo Xinchen with vigilant eyes.

From my account, he discovered many key points. For instance, from the time I returned from the hospital to the moment I encountered Jiang Lichen's double, only half a day had elapsed. Yet the other party managed to obtain that medical slip of mine. I had burned that slip, so what he was holding could certainly not have been the original. There was only one possibility: it had been reprinted from the hospital.

Xia Yingliu nodded. Seeing that he had no chance left, Xue Nan realized that he could no longer keep his sights fixed in the same place. If there was no opportunity here, he still had other chances to pursue.

"Not to mention, he truly is a fine man. But such a good man will never belong to me. If he were willing to divorce and marry me, I would treat him well for the rest of my life!" Tang Qi said with a melancholic expression.

After struggling for more than ten minutes, Qin Sihao was left panting and drenched in sweat. Zhou Ziwei picked up her phone once more.

Xiao Ziqiu removed her white wedding dress and looked at Huo Zhenting, who was lying bare-chested on the bed.

National Day. Yu Manli and Yang Yangyang finally reached a happy fruition. On their wedding day, amid a grand banquet with countless guests, Lin Feng, Yuan Lili, Qin Sihao, Zhou Ziwei, Xia Qiu, and all of their children were in attendance.

She felt an intense thirst, as if her blood were being slowly drained away drop by drop by an invisible syringe. She felt as though she were stepping on a cloud, breaking through the mist into a clear sky where the sunlight enveloping her from all directions was dazzling, yet her entire being felt warmly enveloped in comfort.

Covering his lips, she traced along his lightly stubbled chin, moving inch by inch down to his Adam's apple, before finally resting upon the soft curve of his mouth.

Feng Chengjie had spent the entire day sculpting and was feeling quite exhausted. She wanted to head down to the garden to stretch and look for some artistic inspiration.

Ding Junmo had been out for too long, or perhaps he was beginning to grow fond of this life of wandering. Yet, he despised himself for feeling this way; he was terrified that Jian Qiaoniang might not take kindly to such a drifting existence.

"Is this what you call a delectable delicacy?" The Empress Dowager began to wonder if her son had eaten good food for so many years only for his sense of taste to finally fail him.

The man gazed fixedly at her for a long while before his fair hand slowly curved around her slender waist, drawing her into his embrace as he stood up.