Chapter 105: Sealing the Shop

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Bai Huan’s mind raced to find a solution just as she heard Doukou’s voice calling out, “Madam, madam.” The carriage had arrived. Before she could speak, the people surrounding her were inexplicably flung aside, crashing heavily to the ground. The Crown Prince of King An’s eyes darkened as he glared at the newcomer. “Who dares to be so insolent?” Bai Huan recognized Feiyu as the arrival, and the tension in her chest eased instantly. Together with Doukou, she helped Chenxiang to her feet, noticing the blood that filled her mouth, which ignited her fury as she surged forward.

A faint sound of footsteps, subtle yet unmistakable, reached his keen ears, sensed swiftly.
“Magic Illusion—Dye!” Huahua acted first, immediately casting her spell within their vicinity.
Ajuan shook her head, resolved that since she would be joining Huahua and the others eventually, she could not linger here long. It was best to sever any lingering, improper thoughts early on.

However, the Kartin Empire, already showing signs of rising as a superpower, boasted cities densely packed and thriving with population.
Zhou Jian uttered an “oh,” clearly doubting my words, sneering and accusing me of lying. Afterward, he urged me to eat, discussing matters over the meal.

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He was tall and slender, with delicate features, appearing young but carrying an air of maturity beyond his years.
The fat man had little to say; with no tasks assigned, he sat briefly before taking his leave. The pig farm branch was about to open, with a trial run in Kun City, keeping him busy beyond measure these past months.

From then on, Dank was revered as a deity by the people of Wukun. Nobles and wealthy merchants alike flocked to befriend him. Dank seized the opportunity to build temples and accept disciples, his influence growing steadily.
“Very well, it’s up to you now.” Dank was aware that the Nine-Headed Worm possessed some abilities yet to be revealed and was eager to witness them.

After speaking, the group continued walking while the four-armed minister covertly observed the two-armed minister, wondering what was on his mind.
What had happened? Had Huang Yuxin truly jumped? And what about Xiao Luofan? Would his heart allocate a little more space to her?
Rong Shaochen avoided the question directly, merely saying, “Tell me the results later,” before walking away without looking back.

The gentle voice entranced Jing Xiaotian, filling her heart with warmth and making her cheeks flush. Afraid of revealing her feelings, she nervously protested, “Really, no need,” while hastily lying down and covering her glowing face with the blanket.
With a helpless smile, Yun Yan steadied Helian Chunqiao and shook her head at Chu Zhihan. “Don’t provoke her further. Let me check first.” Placing her hand on the pulse, she concentrated to listen carefully.

Now, Wang Shuo’s desire to defeat the Yun clan’s army was gradually fading. Instead, he was eager to discover how Yun Yi intended to subdue him.

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After the initial shock, Feng Dongyu’s beautiful eyes filled with profound delight. Regaining composure, she transformed into a streak of light, swiftly heading toward the valley.
Wu Ming felt his explanation was insufficient but could find no better words to console and merely smiled awkwardly.

“Your Highness, has there been any news from Liangdu recently? The Second Prince is alone in Liangdu now, and I am concerned…” Chen Songyang pondered before speaking suddenly.
“No… I surrender!” Xiao Luofan jumped up and down like a monkey, driven to desperation by Xu Duoduo. He had no choice; his weak spot was his ticklishness.

“Guards, take them away.” Yun Yi was too weary to look at the nine pale, lifeless faces before him.
Everyone squinted as their gaze fell upon the open gate, revealing an elegant courtyard before them.
Judging by the bloodshot eyes and the occasional murderous aura emanating from it, this creature was far from the noble and pure unicorn of legend. Besides its appearance, no one would believe it was truly a unicorn.

To hell with propriety! They were monks, always harping about the “foul flesh” of the body. If they didn’t cherish themselves, why shouldn’t I cherish them for once?