066, What Happened to the Workaholic You Promised to Be?

Lin Mi replied calmly, “Yes, more or less. So you don’t need to make a fuss in the future, I might often do similar things.”

Wei Xun grew anxious. “If there’s any danger, you must call me.”

“Don’t worry, not everything is like this. Besides, I cherish my life greatly. There’s still a pile of money waiting for me to spend, so how could I possibly risk my life?” Lin Mi smiled, offering a few words of comfort.

“I love you!” These were the words Chu Yujun managed to say before An Jinyan cut out his tongue. He loved for so many years in his past life, and just as long in this one, yet he could never surpass Mo Licheng’s cunning.

Then, as if someone had pressed a switch, everyone resumed expressing their opinions.

That damned bird—if it hadn’t always blocked his way, he would have smashed the General’s Mansion to the ground long ago, sparing himself the wasted time with these people.

He grabbed his face and slammed it against the wall. With a loud bang, blood splattered across the wall, just like the scene when they investigated the murderer at the comprador’s house—it was the same, someone’s head forced against the wall, blood spraying everywhere.

Turning, he wrapped his arms around someone’s lean waist, resting his face against their chest and listening to the steady heartbeat, feeling the peace and tranquility of that moment.

Yun Yixuan wore a bitter smile, his mind flashing to his half-brother, Shangguan Yun, whose delicate features held an underlying strength.

Yin Feng—upon hearing these words, Yun Yixuan’s already dark eyes deepened further, his grip on the steering wheel unconsciously tightening.

Xiang Chunqiu didn’t know what had made the old man change his mind; all she knew was that his eyes were filled with unwavering determination, as if this had always been his decision.

King Lin smiled at her doubtful attitude, his expression tinged with mockery for her cautious worries.

His words reminded her of the days before entering the palace, when she spent several days fetching water and washing clothes by the well.

Li Jiaying pressed her lips together, vaguely sensing that her mother seemed somewhat afraid of her stepfather. Yet her stepfather welcomed her—why was her mother so unwilling for her to come here?

She liked it so much that she truly considered staying forever, putting aside her hatred for the time being.

“With my current cultivation, I can easily seal it. That way, it will rarely cause trouble again,” Long Qianjue explained. The Soul Devourer often disturbed his thoughts, but sealing it made him feel much better.

“Your Majesty, please believe me. I did not plot against the Crown Prince, I’ve been wronged!” The Noble Consort regained her senses, pleading with a look of desperate sorrow as she knelt on the ground, appearing utterly pitiable.

“Brother, lock him up until the day of the alchemy competition. Today, I’ll make him repeat his words at the competition,” Lan Ziyue said to Lan Zitian as she came out.

Long Qianjue didn’t argue with Nian Pingchong—Nian Pingchong was right. He had done nothing, yet gained two genius sons.

“Hey. What are you staring at? You’ve been watching for ages. My rank is higher than yours. Aren’t you going to pay your respects?” Lady Feng’s demeanor was arrogant and utterly rude.

He was covered in blood, his clothes and skin in tatters, his head drooping lifelessly, uncertain if he was dead or alive.

“What do you mean? What awakening?” Though all twelve of them were condensed from my sea of consciousness, our minds are independent—they think their thoughts, I think mine. Otherwise, I certainly wouldn’t want to share when I’m watching romantic adult education films from the model island country.

A fine sheen of sweat covered her face, dampening the hair at her forehead. A few locks clung wetly to her brow and cheeks.