031

The weakling she met at noon, also named Nangong Zijian, was the child of her father’s second brother—her third cousin. The most handsome member of the Demon Hunter squad she had encountered at the mall earlier was her second cousin, Nangong Zi'an, who was the older brother of that same weakling.

However, in Chu Yun’s view, the old man was very straightforward. Or rather, during their brief interaction, Lu Yuan had already gained some understanding of Chu Yun, knowing that when speaking to him, the simpler and more direct, the better; any conversation shrouded in fog or ambiguity would only prove counterproductive.

Luo Ying bit her lip and shook her head, not knowing how to speak. Li Tingye had done something wrong, but he never liked to make mistakes; would she not be forcing him by acting this way?

The scene before him was exactly as he had imagined, yet his mood was entirely different from what he had expected.

Her eyes turned red with anxiety, and crystalline tears fell onto the ground one by one. The sight of her weeping like a flower in the rain made his heart soften for a moment. But after that fleeting moment of softness, it was the entire Prince Jing’s Estate that would have to bear the consequences.

After struggling to use her own body as a research subject to summarize various data points and finally bringing a glimmer of hope to curbing the virus, her body could no longer hold on. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in this antique-filled place.

“Oh, we still have some time before we head back. How about we do something fun tonight? I guarantee it will resolve the hatred in your heart!” Luo Yihuan suggested with great enthusiasm.

But in reality, the Holy Path was too vast. Unless one was in the same region, even if one grasped the other’s general direction, finding the target was not so easy.

She had finally managed to recover from the grief of losing her son and recalled the cause of the car accident, so she was eager to explain it to Mu Ziqian.

A mansion of modest size came into view. A servant dressed in green robes walked up to Ouyang Huaiyu and gestured for him to enter.

The next day, all three of them rose very early and left before dawn. Even so, several disciples of the Louguan Sect were already waiting in the courtyard.

“Don’t worry about those; just think of it as a magical artifact,” Qiye said, waving his hand.

“Amitabha, I am inherently kind,” Li Xiuyuan said, shaking his head as he looked at the massive deep crater in front of him.

But I could not let Chen Xiao be so smug. Before he could regain his composure, I grabbed the teacup from the coffee table and smashed it directly at him. By the time he reacted, it was too late; the cup hit him square in the head and shattered.

“This is truly incredible! Both contestant Long Chen and contestant Zhitaro have actually summoned mythical beasts!” the commentator shouted frantically.

“Hey.” But just as Yuan Xuan took a step, He Lin grabbed her arm. “Are you really going in?” she asked.

“Uncle Lin Mo, I would also like to ask you to give me a piece of calligraphy,” a student spoke up weakly. His clothes were not new, and he was thin, seemingly suffering from a lack of nutrition.

The greatest degree of forgiveness I can offer He Ting now is to not hate her, and not to pursue the matter further; I will treat it as repayment for her sacrifice for me that time.

PS: I’ve returned to school, so there is less time for writing, but the daily update will not be skipped.

“Old Yuan, I don’t think we should dwell on the ‘Jianghu Wanted Order’ anymore. Everyone knows that once a ‘Jianghu Wanted Order’ is issued, it has never been rescinded. Our priority now is how to prevent Feng Mingqiu from winning the club president election,” Geng Feng said.

In Lei Nuo’s mind, the more nonsensical the praise, the more it would highlight Lei Chong’s lack of intelligence, and it might even dispel his wariness toward Lei Nuo.

The golden blade fell from above, and a ring of golden barriers shimmered over Ning Kunlun’s body.

Therefore, Lei Nuo was currently focused entirely on treating his injuries, paying no heed to anything around him.

She slowly opened her eyes. The scene before her and her current predicament caused her loli-like face to turn as cold and grim as a statue.

“It would be a great honor. In fact, I would be quite happy to fight in the Presidential Palace in Mainz!” Chen Cao said, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Li Qingyang stared at Chen Cao, whose expression had suddenly shifted from languid to sharp, and he was momentarily speechless.

His legend, the legend of all living beings; yet this legend seemed to lack the very beings of heaven and earth! Without the masses, was he still a legend?

“Laugh at your sister!” The drunkard swayed as he threw a punch that any normal person could have easily dodged.

“Of course I know. Just tell me what it is.” Dong Sang’s words always stopped halfway, which made him quite angry. He disliked people like that who always kept others in suspense.

But why, after returning to the lounge, were the other teammates and the team leader looking at me with such strange expressions?

Ye Linlang had never met her great-grandfather either, and she was very curious to see what he looked like now.

“What crime has this disciple committed?” Wang Feiteng said with full confidence, as he truly could not recall doing anything wrong.

These were not things Ye Kuang needed to consider. All he thought about was slaughter, regardless of whether the target was human or ghost.

After Li De picked up Ye Xingkong, he did not return directly to the Half-Mountain Apartment but drove him to a driving range to hire an instructor for driving lessons.

Two martial artists at the peak of the Innate Realm communicated secretly, but they dared not make a move in front of so many people, as the taboos of Great Desolate City hung over their necks like a heavenly blade; no one knew if they would be obliterated if they struck in the brief moment.

Chu Nan was obedient in class, completed his assignments diligently, and possessed top-tier drawing skills. Although playing games in class was not ideal, Instructor Chen could accept it; he found a folding stool, sat down, and chatted with Chu Nan.

Ye Ji noticed that the couple’s demeanor was clearly more tense, which made him curious. He only knew that the newcomers were trouble because he understood the situation with the stairs. Why had the people opposite them suddenly become so nervous?

At the same time, he gained a deeper understanding of the strength of the Great Desolate City’s Lord’s Mansion. It seemed the rumors were true; the Lord’s Mansion had hundreds of Earth-level martial artists, and even the leader of a random group had reached such a realm.