Chapter 83: Can You Do It, Skinny Dog?

Cao Mang returned to the classroom to continue experiencing campus life. When the morning classes ended, he dragged Zhou Lichun straight to the lounge.

Zhou Lichun guessed what he wanted, but she neither fully refused nor fully accepted, allowing herself to go along with it. The first time felt strange, the second time familiar—by now, she had ceased to care much. She treated it as a kind of diversion from university life, knowing that after graduation, they would each go their separate ways.

Yet she forgot what it meant for affection to grow over time, and as for what came next...

“Once you’ve tidied up, come to the living room.” He picked up a wet napkin from the table and wiped his mouth with elegant composure.

He sat with his back to me, the back of the sofa almost completely obscuring him. Even looking down from the stairs, one could only glimpse the graceful gesture of him holding his cup.

“I didn’t do anything, I just wanted my sister-in-law to gain a little weight too.” Having served Liang Manru dishes for a good while, she was already salivating; now she could no longer resist and pursed her lips as she spoke.

The next day, Li Ning washed her face by the stream. She followed the watercourse into the depths of the bamboo forest, finally stopping before a stone wall. Upon it was carved a single character: “Dominion.”

Lin Hanxi observed everything, especially appreciating the conduct of Nurse Wang at this moment. She silently praised her own judgment—she had not misread the woman’s character.

Fortunately, Li Ning still retained her innocence, though she lacked the foundation of any true spiritual discipline. She had learned of the dangers of the first stage from Feng You, and so dared not recklessly wander the world in search of other techniques. Should she make a misstep here, she might never have the chance to pursue immortality in this life.

Murong Qinglei burst out laughing. Qingwu, exasperated, punched him several times. She had just started to think him a man of grace, yet now he was teasing her—she must have been blind to see him differently.

As soon as Zhao Yang appeared, the people immediately assumed he was one of the immortals dwelling on Sacred Peak. They were filled with awe and dropped to their knees.

From the very first day he fell in love with Changsun Wugou, he felt deeply the intensity of her love for him—a love that etched itself into his bones and soul. He could sense how tightly their feelings intertwined, dreamlike and inseparable. That intimate, wholehearted love could never be replaced by another.

The primordial spirit of the wild flood dragon was still insignificant. Only when it could shift forms like fish and dragon, and become a true dragon, would it dare flaunt itself before Jiang Yi.

“How could that be? I’m a cockroach—how could I possibly be one of his people?” The man with the gun put on a look of righteous indignation, as though he would never say “no” even if told to die for the greater good. It was a shame such a perfect face, reminiscent of a Greek god, was wasted on such a character.

Hong Chengchou and Zhang Zongheng once again expressed their resolve. Liu Yunwei nodded and said nothing more, immediately ordering the Standard Bearer Battalion and the Elite Cavalry—sixty thousand strong in all—to gather outside the northern gate of Yichuan City. The army would set out in one hour.

Everything was gone—gods, base, all swallowed by a blinding white light. The massive base vanished in an instant; this was not energy of the mortal world, but antimatter. Nothing could withstand it; all vanished, leaving only... Ye Qian.

All three were overjoyed—Lin Feng’s hospital had finally broken ground. Wei Junjie and Yang Feng were truly happy for Lin Feng. Without realizing it, empty bottles piled up around them, and by the end, Lin Feng could no longer tell east from west.

“I said I would escort you all the way, and no one shall harm you—not even a hair on your head,” Ning Yu declared with great pride. Having just displayed such might, his words were charged with heroism and confidence.

Yi Yang shifted his shoulders; his scapula had been pierced, but fortunately not fatally, or he would have died then and there.

Nanny Wu was absent the entire time, merely observing the interaction between the two with a cool, watchful eye. In her estimation, Tong Lexi’s standing fell another notch.

A gigantic bat with a piglike face burst from the trees, biting down on its target’s neck. Its razor teeth pierced the armored hide, blood streaming down. Yet in an instant, the wound healed, the shell regrew, and it hoisted the bat—roughly the size of a human—by its corpse, scanning the surroundings.