Chapter Seventy-Eight: Is There Another Dwelling in My Heart?

Zhao Qingwu followed closely behind into the bedroom and saw Mo Qinghan burrowing into the covers, pulling the quilt up over her brow with her hands. Her exposed head moved restlessly, and the way she dived into the bedding was as quick as a nimble rabbit. A trace of incredulous amusement curled at Zhao Qingwu's lips—so, after losing her memory, Mo Qinghan was far more endearing than before. He turned off the light with a casual motion, and the room was instantly plunged into darkness. Hidden beneath the covers, Mo Qinghan’s ears pricked up immediately, listening to the slow footsteps as Zhao Qingwu approached the bed. Her heart began to pound frantically in her chest, the blood in her veins surging faster, a wave of warmth spreading throughout her body. She felt the bed dip as someone sat down, and a faint scent of lavender drifted to her nose. Only when there was no further movement on her side did she finally relax a little.

“Hmph, now that you two are together, I have even less of a chance to stand out. I’m here to announce the imperial decree on behalf of His Majesty, not to deliver your personal messages!” Liang Shicheng had already made up his mind. He brushed off Yang Jian’s words—how he reported them back was entirely up to him, and since neither of them would speak, no one could contradict him.

Luo Ben was slightly disappointed. It seemed this question would continue to trouble him for some time yet. Perhaps, only when the next demon clan came knocking would he have another chance to find out the truth.

The Soul Dream Fruit Tree! At a glance, there must be no fewer than a hundred Soul Dream Fruits on it. Thinking of his agreement with Luo Feitong, he chuckled inwardly—such so-called verbal agreements were nothing but temporary compromises for both sides. After all, the rule of “first come, first served” had always been unchanging.

Gu Chen braced himself with one hand against the white long-wool carpet, his long legs half-bent as he sat elegantly on the floor, paying no mind to the obvious bulge of a certain part of his body.

After reassessing his mental state and confirming he was full of energy, he did not cast any unnecessary magical shields. Luo Ben simply stepped into the Gate of Space, his figure vanishing into darkness. The portal twisted and shimmered, then slowly disappeared once more.

Sometimes it was a deer, sometimes a goat, and sometimes a rabbit… After she refused to take them in, the style of gifts at her doorstep changed again—snakes, insects, rats, ants—nothing was too much to handle.

Now, Jin Yi was absolutely confident; whether in appearance, aroma, or taste, every dish he made surpassed those of the world’s finest chefs.

“For every batch of weapons he provides to the Alliance from his hidden stores, he earns a privilege. If he wants to go out for a walk, it’s hardly a difficult thing.” Xu Wang spoke in a calm, almost indifferent tone, as if he were stating a simple fact, not some outlandish rumor.

So, in this life, receiving her brother’s affection, Gu Xiran could truly say she had become the happiest little sister in the world.

“Second Master, please have some porridge. I tasted it—there’s no poison,” Jianxi said, bringing over a bowl.

He found himself genuinely impressed by the old man’s knack for stirring up trouble. It seemed that behind every event capable of causing a sensation, the old man’s shadow could always be found.

Hearing the commotion, Thor and the four from the Asgard squad instantly abandoned the idea of beating up Earls. Their expressions shifted, and they all rushed out onto the street outside the door.

She glanced at the time and called Nanny Zhang. The result infuriated her—Tang Ya was indeed pregnant. Nanny Zhang had worked as a midwife before; sometimes, her judgment was more accurate than hospital machines.

Qiu Ming used the language of the shamans to teach Yang Qijin some cultivation methods—these were techniques for wielding shamanic power, which could only be performed by those possessing such strength.

Moreover, Maithlin’s feelings for him were known to all. If they saw him being invited over by Eveleia alone this time, it was inevitable people would speculate.

At this moment, Jiang Xuan followed the Grand Elder to a palace she had never visited before. The corridors on both sides gradually shifted from the familiar to the strange, and Jiang Xuan gazed curiously around her.

“How do you always know everything? Even Jiang Ciyun telling you about our divorce… It seems your relationship really is seamless,” I said gloomily.

Kunwu and the others returned on the first. Today was the seventh. After six days of adjustment, the White Castle was being expanded to provide enough space for the wounded so they wouldn’t all be crowded together. As for the coastal defense line, it had also undergone some changes—overall, everything was steadily improving.