Chapter 44: Desiring Her

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The Southern Sky Prince wore an expression as if he had swallowed something foul and was constipated. Gazing at the sea of dark, looming figures, and then at the number of people he once proudly boasted about, he felt dizzy and utterly overwhelmed, on the brink of collapse.
At their core, humans are also creatures of instinct, driven by an innate desire to seek benefit and avoid harm. This primal fear, embedded deep within their genes, is something only one kind of existence can instill.
Yet the moment those three elders appeared, their presence alone radiated such formidable authority that their mere words felt like imperial decrees, compelling immediate obedience.
The next update will be around 11 o’clock. The outline needs some adjustment here, as the plot is difficult to develop smoothly. Apologies.
From his pouch, he pulled out a metal box containing pain-relief injections. Despite its deformation, the morphine inside remained intact—a testament to the quality design from the equipment department.
Susan attempted to withdraw her hand discreetly, but Lin Hao’s grip was too tight. She dared not struggle forcefully, so she relinquished the idea, allowing Lin Hao to hold her palm.
A colossal hoof, like a towering pillar, thundered down from the sky, crushing the massive insect formation of tens of thousands of Bladewing beasts into oblivion.
Gongsun Lan’s pupils constricted, her expression instantly shifting. Though she had recently broken through cultivation and had yet to stabilize her new strength, she was at least a mid-stage True Sovereign who had grasped fundamental laws. Yet before Duan Chou, she was but a plaything, swept away with a mere wave of his hand.
Without further words, Feng Tianqi dismissed most of her bodyguards and joined the group. Her live-stream viewers were stunned: Was this kind of maneuver even possible?
Honestly, Lin Lin, having grown up like this, felt as if the past decade and more had been wasted. How could such an oddity exist so blatantly in broad daylight?
There was no suspense—this overwhelming defeat instilled everyone present with boundless dread toward Yun Jianchen.
She had long disliked Ru Meng, and with the Cai family now bankrupt, she no longer held much value for the An family. Now that her son had finally come to his senses, she agreed to anything.
One could only imagine—should Feiyan someday wield this sword to duel, it would undoubtedly become the headline across the cultivation world.
Except for mandatory school hours, she remained holed up in the Creekside Villa, venturing nowhere else. In a whole day, she barely took a hundred steps.

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Lin Jingshen lowered his head, whispering by my ear, “Look, it’s turned to iron because it misses you so much.” His tone carried a hint of intimacy. As he spoke, his warm lips gently brushed my earlobe, sending a shiver through me.
No, it seemed that even Ji Zhenghu had been influenced by this girl; he frequently defended her in his speech.
As we moved forward, Fu Yi suddenly stopped, his expression darkening. Puzzled, I followed his gaze to see two figures standing beneath a large tree directly ahead.
I not only wanted to survive but also to enter the Northern Azure Continent and witness that world of tumult and grandeur.
“It’s just a quarrel between husband and wife,” I said lightly, trying to sound sincere.
How could I get close to the Ren family? How could I uncover the identity of the man entering the Ren estate in the photo? She had received that email because someone wanted her to investigate.
The mute chuckled softly. Following Gao Xu’s instructions, his strong arms traced Du Xuemin’s name on the fogged window.
The mist gradually formed into a human shape—a boy wearing a bloodstained shirt, arms outstretched as if to embrace.
Yet when the explosive video and audio played, Minister Wen couldn’t help but blush.
In truth, Bai Qianlan secretly wished that Wen Jinyan would learn of her and Prince Ning’s affair; that way, Wen Jinyan wouldn’t compete with her for Nangong Xiao.
To prevent the secret door from slamming shut suddenly, the Taoist and the fool held each side of the door. One by one, they entered the second room. When the fool stepped in last, the door closed with a clang.
“Auntie, it’s just an engagement, not an immediate marriage. Naturally, there’s no need to be afraid or worried,” Xie Zhao said, curiously noting her aunt’s uneasy demeanor. Since her aunt wouldn’t speak up, Xie Zhao could only answer her questions calmly.
“Solar Flame Sword, erupt!” Yin Tianzheng shouted. The scattered solar flames, once shattered by the green-robed ancestor, suddenly seemed to gain a soul.
“Hey, would Zhaozhao like to sleep with Mom tonight?” Upon hearing Xie Zhao say "Mom," Liu Yumei didn’t probe further and thoughtfully asked her.

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He finally understood why An Xiaoxiao had reacted so fiercely at the banquet, who left those vivid red and purple marks, and what troubles weighed on her mind now.
“You just said that in the internet age, you need to build popularity and grab traffic. But have you ever thought about how to actually do it?” Yu Zehai sipped his tea with a smile and asked.
Tezuka Kunimitsu stood silently with arms crossed, his glasses reflecting a sharp gleam.
Zinian Li hurriedly embraced Qian Nai, gently patting her back. “Nai Nai, don’t blame yourself. I’m fine! See? I can still move!” Zinian moved a finger, taped but agile, hoping to ease Qian Nai’s guilt.
Perhaps it was illusion, but Chu Shenming noticed the corners of Mu Chun’s mouth twitching into a sly smile.
Mo Nanting’s sudden, heartfelt confession left Gu Xiran stunned, her mind blank, forgetting how to respond.
Most importantly, even Ye Qianqian, once the weakest and gentlest girl, had adapted to the rigorous military training. No matter how tough, she no longer complained. Now, running ten laps was no problem for her.
Shen Siyen’s tale of love-fueled determination was well known not only in the noble circles but also widely discussed in the business community.
Broken Horse Ridge, as the name suggests, was perilously steep. One careless step could send a horse plummeting into the cliffs below.
Yet the dress Zhu’er wore caused Mo Dong’er, still groggy from awakening and sporting messy hair, to frown after a long gaze.
Gazing at the face reflected on the lake’s surface, a strange sense of unfamiliarity arose—the self from three hundred years ago and the present self seemed as if two different people.