Volume One, Chapter 66: A Spring Dream in the Hotel

Eleven o'clock at night.

The banquet had just ended, and Meng Xingyi hadn't yet had a chance to send a greeting to Shen Chaowu on WeChat.

A phone call came in.

It was his mother. Mrs. Zhou berated him harshly, "Meng Xingyi, you've really grown bold, haven't you, scolding your cousin like that? Get back here immediately, and don’t even think about leaving the house for a month!"

"So, you're saying that after you got drunk, things happened naturally between you and Sister Yun Yao?" Pei Yunyun asked with lively curiosity.

"What could you possibly offer to Bingru that I, Mo Gu, cannot?" Mo Gu said in a low voice.

It was only eight-thirty, but coming here from the hotel still took time; the two of them must have gotten up quite early.

Helian Ting, forget me. There can be no ending for us... Not just for us, but for me and anyone else, there's no ending.

It seemed her foot wasn't quite right, a subtle limp, though one wouldn't notice unless looking closely.

He could never have imagined it—last night, he had spoken with Yan Xi and Yang Shuo, so why did this still happen?

In the end, Mrs. Huo was a pitiable woman, one who, for the sake of her child, cast everything aside and walked down the wrong path.

A gentle smile played at the corners of her lips, but in her almond eyes was an indescribable chill as she stared unwaveringly at the pale-faced Lady Liu.

Lan Xi approached, placed the medical supplies on the bedside table, and reached out to take Murong Xuan's pulse.

Bingru looked up at Mo Gu, the one who had just spoken... Yes, Bingru remembered that sentence clearly. It was precisely because of Mo Gu's words that Bingru once felt deeply deceived... But now, as Mo Gu repeated those words, what did he mean by it?

As he watched ancestor after ancestor leave, he couldn't help but sigh quietly where he stood.

San Pangzi thumped his chest with fervent promises, his expression as spirited as a proud rooster. Both eyes fixed on me, making one feel inexplicably roused.

Yet, thinking of Tang Luo's mysterious identity, he felt unconcerned. Given what he knew of Tang Luo, the man was certainly not to be trifled with.

The spleen is one of the five organs, associated with earth, responsible for transforming and transporting the essence of food and water, raising the pure yang, governing the muscles and nourishing the limbs.

While she spoke, Dantai Wan'er wore a serene, graceful smile, never once betraying any hint of disappointment—only understanding for Yun Xuan.

Gazing at the huge serpent coiled above our heads, I felt my scalp tingle uncontrollably, a chill rushing down my back. My legs felt as though filled with lead—impossible to lift, and what’s more, they kept turning to jelly.

"You’ll know soon enough. For now, go assemble your troops at once, and notify the Brotherhood. The moment the monster is driven out, surround this place immediately—don’t let even a fly escape." Facing Longci, Pu Long felt as though all his tricks were useless.

That sudden scream made Lin Yu, who could have easily dodged the iron table, stop in his tracks and, without hesitation, shield Mo Ya.

Such unwavering trust warmed Cheng Yinnie’s heart. Patting Gu Huaiyan’s hand twice, she focused her gaze once more on the three cups stacked together.

"I have constructed five buildings for you here in total: the True Spirit Nest, the Taiyin Well, the True Yang Cave, the White Tiger Prison, and the Celestial Terrace."

After chatting with Wang Zixi for about twenty minutes, I worried someone else might call, so I hung up. Wang Zixi was reluctant, but unable to argue with my reason, she had no choice but to acquiesce.

"Don't worry..." Yang Tianlei said with absolute certainty. The source of Yang Tianlei’s confidence, of course, was the endorsement of those two old fellows.