46. “Absolutely Not an Auspicious Sign”

"Thank you, Mother." Eldest held the item given by his mother tightly, and together with Second, they took out all the candies they had saved, put them inside, and delivered them to the old family home.

Mother Gu had numerous small wounds scattered across her body—her chest, neck, both arms, and her abdomen all bore marks.

None of the wounds were particularly deep, but any slight tugging brought sharp pain.

After sipping some water, she leaned against the bed, exchanging idle chatter with Father Gu.

"Didn't you say you were going to choose names for the children? Have you picked them yet?"

Chixiao shook his head. "Where is the divorce agreement? I'll sign it right now, so the two of you can stop arguing. My head hurts terribly from being woken up by you two," Chixiao said, covering his head with a pained expression of annoyance.

"Isn't this because you spat blood on me after healing my injuries?" She genuinely had no idea Yuxiu could be so careless.

When he left home and traveled far down to the Jiangnan region, his father had once looked at him with an ocean of unspoken depth in his eyes, and finally offered him only four words: remain unmoved by favor or disgrace.

With martial might as fierce and blazing as his, none in the world could compare, and his astonishing martial prowess naturally made him a prime contender for seizing the realm. It was entirely unsurprising that people came to pledge their allegiance; in fact, Chen Rui even felt the number was somewhat lacking.

Shi Feixuan stared at the two of them in silence, then shifted her gaze to the visibly tense siblings, Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi.

Good heavens, could he be mentally unstable? If this affected the other guests at the hotel, it would be a disaster.

"Therefore... therefore, as you can see, all these other slaves are quite fine. If the young lady is intent on buying slaves, based on my many years of experience, these two are exceptional!" The shirtless man pointed to two delicately featured youths and said.

She knew that this time it was her own doing, so even if it hurt, she had to bite her tongue and swallow the words back into her stomach.

His right arm was in a sling, and his head was covered with a gauze cap, beneath which layers of bandages showed that his head had clearly been injured as well.

Lu Jingming was utterly terrified of being toyed with by Jiang Ke—he hated being stood up and ignored. He was genuinely afraid that tonight's dinner reservation at Hanyaju would be canceled by her once again under some pretext.

"Very good..." The leader walked over and began rummaging through them. They were all small jewelry boxes. He picked one up and opened it to look inside; earrings, necklaces, and all sorts of things were there. He poured them all out, but saw nothing else. Just as he was about to put the box down, his acute hearing, honed by years of martial arts practice, suddenly caught a muffled sound from within the box.

Yun Ruoyan only saw countless wild monkeys lunging toward the two of them like falling rain, while Yun Ruoyan's dark iron dagger danced like lightning and flint.

"Ah, coming right up!" The clerk deftly took it and stood behind the Crown Princess, waiting to return with her.

In the blink of an eye, five years had passed. Having lost his pillar of survival, Tomoya was drifting through his days purely on bodily momentum.

Although he could not fathom what Director Jin was thinking, the fact that the other party left room for maneuver indicated that he was indeed quite tempted; the difficulty lay entirely in his own demands.

Qiu Mingyang understood everything in an instant, and because of this, Qiu Mingyang could not help but grow somewhat excited.

The Great Elder imperceptibly tightened his grip on his hand behind his back, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the illusory shadow and divine light of Li Mo beside Yun Ruoyan.

Indeed, everything about this deity was wretched, yet he was a powerful god of war, and with the help of his regalia Yukine, he could even face the strongest god of war, Bishamonten.

The blood drawn from the Hai-pig was transformed by the mysterious blood crystal into pure vitality, which was fed back into Lance's body. That feeling was like giving a massage to thirty-six trillion cells.

However, this was, after all, a matter within someone else's company; how they liked to mess things up was none of their business, and probing too deeply would simply be asking for unnecessary trouble and acting like a fool.

"How did a magic airship from the floating city of Pallas end up falling into the camp of the Zoken tribe?" Rayne wondered inwardly, unable to help casting a few extra glances with his Soul Eye.

The promotional content over there was primarily focused on the recording of the first day and the first night, and even if they rushed over on the second day, it would be difficult for them to make much of an impression.