Chapter 37
"I am leaving before you. Even if I were to have a next life, you would already be old. If such a thing exists, I hope that when I see you in the next life, you will be holding hands happily with the one you love. May no one ever abandon you as I did, and may no one ever bully you as he did."
The fireworks ceased, and a fine layer of ash settled upon the ground. Naturally, Lan Mu, having orchestrated such a spectacle, knew how to handle the aftermath.
After Ji Junyue finished speaking, although he showed no intention of leaving, he did not actually force his way into Lin Jiangluo’s courtyard.
Bai Momo was even more anxious—not out of concern for Leng Zhi, but out of fear of what might happen should Leng Zhi emerge.
This created a situation where disciples of prestigious sects were as numerous as carp crossing a river. Countless heroes and gallants gathered here, engaging in open strife and secret maneuvering, pulling at one another, only to find that no one could gain much of an advantage. They were forced to cultivate step by step.
She had assumed that after marrying Song Zhe, she would gradually invest her savings into various industries to secure her future. Who could have foreseen that before the wedding could take place, she would be killed by Song Zhe and Luo An’en?
Yet, facing the biological mother of Ye Guoyuan Hong, she was destined to be unable to fight back—not because she lacked the capability, but because she lacked the standing to retaliate.
She wondered if she had never met Yin Tianhao, would all of this have been avoided? Would her heart remain as it was in the beginning, untouched by any such pain?
Passing by a bar, Su Xiaoya caught sight of the name on the signage and inexplicably felt an urge to go in and have a few more drinks.
"But I think it makes no difference at all," she mused. "Regardless of where it was produced or its value, what matters is who gives it and how much weight they hold in your heart."
Commander Mo always found ways to evade the photographers to steal a secret rendezvous with Gu Xiran. For over half a month, the two of them treated a relationship that could have been public as if it were a clandestine affair.
An Xing hurried to arrange the branches and lit them to provide warmth for everyone, taking the opportunity to dry their clothes as well.
"Li Zi, her hand was cut by a knife!" Qian Nai immediately blurted out the truth, even though it was she who had caused the accident.
Mo Dong'er lifted her eyes languidly. Evidence? She did not recall leaving any behind. Unless Consort Xian could make an ant testify that she had harmed its descendants and forcibly abducted the entire ant family, she truly had nothing to fear.
The aloof and cold Beauty Gu cast a chilly glance at her, showing no mercy as he silently disdained the new wife he had just brought home.
Thus, seeing Gu Xiran surrounded by the crowd, how could she possibly find her pleasing to the eye?
In the capital at dusk, a hazy yellow light spilled across the horizon. It was June, and the air was thick with a stifling heat. Bai Xiao sat in the car, feeling the cool blast of the air conditioner against her face, watching the dimming sky outside the window with an unusually calm heart.
Registering their marriage was such a momentous event that she felt she ought to share it with everyone, especially her fans, who had long been concerned about when she and Mo Nanting would finally tie the knot.
Luo Chenyang’s mouth twitched, and goosebumps broke out across his skin. "Please, spare me. Just be yourself." He picked up the wine bottle to pour her a glass, his eyes scanning Karen, who was dressed to the nines before him.
Li Xiao Yi quickly gave an affirmative response. He dared not meet Tang Yichen’s gaze, and after speaking, he walked toward the others. Tang Yichen said nothing more and returned to studying the crossbow bolts.
Ling'er must have known the feelings in his heart, but what tormented him most was his inability to put those feelings into words.
Afterward, he did not concern himself with the fate of the Tathagata and the others; he knew that the surviving deities and Buddhas would surely "take good care" of the Buddhas of the Three Times, especially the Tathagata.
"Yes!" the two promised with firm determination. But today, Lang Ying’s voice was surprisingly louder than that of the usually boisterous Mountain Wolf, which drew a few curious looks from the latter.
Upon hearing my eldest cousin say that a single phone call could settle it, I was overjoyed. My cousin must be doing quite well for himself; although I had heard he had been out of the game for many years, it seemed he was still very wealthy.
In the hall were eighty-seven other children of the same generation as Madara, all genin between the ages of five and ten. Among them, only Uchiha Izuna had reached the level of chunin.
Though his own Confucian Sword was powerful, it had not been through any special forging to upgrade it. And the Jiang Kingdom forging furnace he had sought so desperately remained out of reach, as he had fallen out with Jing Tian and had no opportunity to ask Long Kui about it.
Zhan Dongtong arrived before Haonan. Upon hearing Haonan’s words, he nodded. Haonan was right; the longer they stayed here, the more dangerous it became, and there was no guarantee that other factions were not watching from the shadows.
He still had over three hundred thousand exchange points. Once he dealt with Ronan this time, he would exchange them for the Burning Legion’s star destroyer to prepare for the imminent Chitauri invasion.
"What is the current status of Ximen and Teacher Yu? Are their lives in danger?" Meng Boguang asked nervously from the side.
Wei Zheng smiled and stepped back. His mission was complete; at this stage, it depended entirely on the Sage's choice.
Although the Immortal Lord of the Red Flower despised the demonic path, she could not afford to be choosy at this moment. She had to defeat the people before her first; only after the Huaguo side defeated Dong Dazhi would she have the leverage to negotiate terms.