Chapter 46: It Doesn't Hurt, Not at All

"Ah..."
She let out a startled cry, her body instinctively leaning backward.
Gu Bin reacted swiftly, grabbing her arm and pulling her back toward him.
Lin Xiyu was caught off guard; her forehead collided with his warm chest, leaving her dazed. A muffled groan sounded from above her, snapping her back to her senses.
"Hiss."
Gu Bin rubbed his chest, drawing in a sharp breath.
"Does it hurt?" Lin Xiyu asked.
The elderly lady saw that Xu Ziqian had finished dealing with the matter, and there was nothing more she could say to her own son. But then she heard the child’s cries again, her heart filling with new irritation. She sat back in the grand armchair, calling out angrily.
"What? Old Jianxiong and Aunt Achu are in your hands?" A jumble of foreign words crackled through the phone. Shen Feifei frowned deeply, anger flickering unmistakably in her eyes.

Four minutes later, the character Moon Night Evil Emperor fell to the ground and faded away. To withstand Lilith’s onslaught for six minutes was remarkable progress—especially since Lilith wasn’t even using her waterproof abilities. Six minutes was a miracle.
"Li Yi, come out for a moment. I need to talk to you." Zhong Huayang finally couldn't hold back and called Li Yi outside.
If Su Nuannuan willingly gave up Duan Chengyu and returned to his side, that would be everything he wished for.
Outside, the sea roared ceaselessly. Lightning and thunder raged overhead, followed by rain pouring down like a surging tide.
"And as for the extra self-introductions, I won’t go into detail. Here’s my business card, have a look for yourselves." With that, he handed a blue card to Yan Lan, then turned and resumed his work.
Is this a salesperson? With such fluent speech and complimenting skills, she’d be better off in direct sales, Li Yi thought.
Everyone watched Second Master Zhou depart, seeing him so heartbroken and desolate that none could speak for a long while.
Something must have happened!—Bai Muxue strongly agreed with the sudden thought in her mind, so she edged closer to Yan Lan, took her arm, and muttered under her breath.
"Rest assured, Your Majesty of Yi Kingdom. My senior and I will do our utmost," Xue Shu’s voice was slightly grave.
To lead tens of thousands of untested militia was a nightmare for Yang Jing; it would greatly slow the march, and the internal conflicts and issues would shatter this sand-like force entirely.

Song Qing’er did not bring her younger sister today. In truth, even she herself didn’t want to witness this spectacle. Yet as a concubine in the palace, she could not avoid it.
She clearly remembered Yi Chongzhao saying a few days ago that they were to stay only for a brief rest, so why was there still no news?
As they drew closer, they saw the ambulance’s wheels were twisted and could not move. The car that crashed into the ambulance had its left door completely caved in and its wheels damaged—clearly, it needed towing.
Today, I went through everyone's comments and saw many criticisms. After reading them, I felt a mix of emotions. First, thank you for being willing to critique me. Criticism means you’ve read closely. Second, thank you for your support from the beginning of the maze to now. Lastly, I want to address some issues raised in the comments.
"Necromancy Pill? Do you know what grade of pill that is?" The Medicine God was even more dumbfounded by the question.
But Xiao Ziyu was different; facing Qi Yue’ru, she truly felt that such skill levels were unworthy of competing against her.
Lakeview Pavilion was the closest five-star hotel to the provincial government. Its upscale private rooms faced the lake, offering a full view of its shimmering waters and evening scenery. Around seven o’clock, one could dine while watching the East Lake fountain show—delightful and pleasing to the eye.
Murong Chu was too tired to bother with him. Seeing her unmoved, Feng Tianxiu grew bolder, shifted his body, pressed himself against her back, and easily wrapped her in his arms.