Chapter 39: You Are Quite Popular, Aren't You? Are You Mine?

Perhaps trying to please her, he had actually chosen an art film.

Jiang Mi was engrossed the first time she watched it as well. As the film continued, she suddenly felt a large hand quietly close around hers.

She gave a slight start but did not pull away, simply allowing him to hold her. If he wanted to hold her, then let him; it was not as though she would lose a piece of flesh.

The trouble was that he was not content to behave himself. Before long, he leaned closer, and his warm breath seemed to brush against her ear. The tips of Jiang Mi's ears gradually reddened...

After all, Ling Chen had killed a Son of Heaven, a prodigy selected by the upper echelons of the human race and regarded as one of its pillars.

The palms of Ye Chen's hands, both arms, both legs, and the tops of both feet had all been pierced by nails. The huge iron spikes had passed straight through skin, flesh, and bone, and been driven firmly into the wood behind him. Ye Chen could not move at all.

No one below said anything. Everyone understood that it was merely talk and could not be taken seriously.

He still remembered how, the first time he heard it, Liu Yu had been just as deeply captivated by the song as the others.

“Who told you all this nonsense? I think you are asking for a beating.” Feng Tianming, furious with embarrassment, smacked Feng Rui on the head. Feng Rui's old-fashioned, world-weary tone had nearly made him spit blood.

Mo Wudao instinctively tightened his grip on the bundle and peachwood sword in his hands. He thought to himself, Damn it. Ancestor above, will a peachwood sword really be of any use?

Liu Zhongde often came to the teahouse for tea. All the old men drinking there were acquainted with him, and whenever they saw him arrive, they would smile and greet him.

At the sight of this, a cold, sinister smile curled at the corners of Ye Chen's lips. His indifferent voice rang out once more, yet it caused everyone's hearts to tremble violently, leaving them feeling short of breath.

“Yue'er, are you thinking of taking a leave of absence to enter this singing competition?” After pondering for a long while, Yang Guohua finally asked tentatively.

After listening to Mi Ye, I felt deeply saddened. For the sake of their own aims, the sacrificial rites of the ancients had cloaked so many horrifying acts in supposedly sacred missions or names signifying the highest good. To people like us, this was nothing less than the inhuman deprivation of another person's life. Hearing Mi Ye speak that way left my heart aching.

Zhao Xin was Zhao Feng's younger sister. She was only twenty-three that year and was already engaged. Of the three brothers, she was the one whose marriage had been settled most recently. Her fiancé was from the Han family.

Jinfeng was somewhat stunned as well. Gripping Huaxi's sleeve, he was enveloped along with the others by that unknown terror.

Lu Bei, however, laughed. There was something mocking in it, something painful, and something more complicated that I did not want to think about, though I knew the emotion was there.

“Was it that he did not dare take responsibility for this child?” Murong Jingyi's voice held a trace of anger—not intense, but deeply rooted.

“As expected of a werewolf. That speed is incredible!” Shi Moyu had clearly seen Hou Hua rake his claws fiercely across Wu Chongfeng's shoulder, yet he had not seen when Hou Hua withdrew his hand.

“A rumor?” Cang Jiuyao noticed the grave expressions on Baihua and Wang Mu's faces and guessed that it must be something important. At once, curiosity stirred within her.

Hearing Shi Moyu ask that, the Strange Old Man curled his lips, evidently incredulous. But when he saw the Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf actually nod, he suddenly felt that the world had gone completely mad.

I was slightly taken aback. Hadn't Second Uncle said he was going to pick someone up? Could the people he intended to meet be Liu Ting and his son? But how was that possible?

At last, when Qiufeng and Zuo Qianxi were sent away from the academy, every core disciple except Lan Yiyang had come to see them off. Even some outer-court disciples and registered disciples who were on good terms with Qiufeng had come, including Leng Bingqing.

The second piece of information was this: Lady Ling knew what this garment would face, so she had left a trace of her aura upon it, waiting for someone destined to appear.

“Why are there no treasures that can directly increase one's strength?” After searching for a very long time, Chen Tian discovered that none of the items could directly enhance his power. He had been dreaming of casually swallowing some immortal pill, becoming an Immortal King, and then effortlessly wiping out the Great Zhou Imperial Clan and dominating the Martial World.