Volume One, Chapter 50: The Second Young Miss, Reborn and Betrayed by Her Stepsister in a Period Drama, Part 9 [Expressions]

Zhang Pearl used her own weight to pin Xu Guihua firmly to the ground, preventing her from getting up—like pressing down a little chick.

"Damn your ancestors for eighteen generations! Shut that foul mouth of yours!" Ma Juyi straightened up, leaving the task of protecting Sun Yuanhua to that militant who kept shouting for a fight.

Seeing some of the Manchu faces filled with fear, the Liao people, led by Da Qiang, Xi Wa’er, and San Wang, began to find courage. They shouted louder, drawing more Liao folk to join them.

“Ah, speaking of which, it’s still my fault,” Xiang Qingxi sighed, sipping on snow tea.

Although Bayi and Yuhu wore plain clothes, one was strikingly heroic and handsome, the other breathtakingly beautiful. Sitting together, all eyes were drawn to them, and some couldn’t help but whisper about such a perfect pair.

For now, Fang Yi understood why he hadn’t died from the fall and why he was still alive despite having his head smashed.

After all, the Dragon Slayers and the Dragons were born enemies, irreconcilable foes. Yet Lei Jin, a Dragon Slayer, was forced to remain in the Abyss of the Demon Dragon and become the so-called “Lord of the Demon Dragon.” It was truly a twist of fate beyond belief.

“Wait a moment. In the void, shouldn’t you just drift aimlessly? How can you chase in the direction you want?” Xiang Qingxi recalled the story Yutu had told him about drifting through the void.

A shabby old Taoist traveler, after enjoying several cups of clear fine wine in Zizai Town and considering it a rare delicacy, came to seek out a tavern. Unexpectedly, from a distance, he caught a far richer aroma of wine—an essence far superior to ordinary vintages.

“You insolent brat!” At that moment, the ascetic monk’s heart boiled over. After waiting so long with no response from Ji Hao, the anger he had suppressed suddenly surged up like a flame.

The incense burner bowl was hot, indicating incense had been burned not long ago. But in this dilapidated building, covered with dust and cobwebs, who was venerating someone already dead? If it was a living person, why hadn’t their body been taken away to rest in peace?

Qiu Ming continued meditating, leaving behind only a puppet rat to follow Yu, ensuring Yu wouldn’t leave unnoticed.

“Whoosh!” Flames erupted violently, scorching Grand Mage Grugo’s skin black, his life force plummeting.

To get close to Li Jinfeng, Tang Ya resorted to a desperate measure—reenacting his sister’s story to win his sympathy and justify a deeper connection.

On the flower terrace, Purple Moon suddenly glanced at Gu Lingchuan upstairs, her thin lips curling into a beautiful yet eerie smile.

After much effort, the Reverse Scourge finally found the palace door. Pushing it open, he staggered to the table, his stomach churning. Weak, he collapsed onto the table, his head spinning, unaware of time or place.

Yet he, like those black sorcerers, was a true unbeliever, though he had never revealed it publicly. The orthodox sorcerer lineage concealed all this, so Gu Yi never doubted him.

After a fierce fight, Lin Feng finally spotted a secret door—narrow, just wide enough for him to enter with his head bowed.

Yang Qijin saw blood beads seep from his master’s body. What was going on? Hadn’t his master said he was only trying to comprehend that power? Why was he suffering such severe injury?

The floor was too slippery; his hands suddenly slipped, and Peng’s chin struck the floor hard, pain contorting his face as he cursed in all manner of foul language.