Chapter 47

On a Saturday morning, Ye Fusheng and Dongfang Yuqing arranged to meet at the school gate. By mid-December, the weather had already turned quite cold. Most parts of the north had seen heavy snowfall, yet Huzhou remained untouched by snow to this day. Still, the biting cold wind felt like blades cutting across the face, a torment not everyone could endure.

The giant rat squeaked loudly, its voice rough and resonant, like the roar of dragons and tigers. Its sharp snout pulled back, revealing incisors like interlocking swords, as it lunged fiercely at Qi Man.

If he truly wished to avenge Brother Shi and honor his spirit in heaven, he must not act recklessly! For the first time in his life, Qi Man found himself earnestly devising a plan. People always change and grow; even someone as simple and taciturn as Qi Man had come to understand the importance of thinking before acting.

“A Pure Water Sphere?” Likely, Xilin had never heard of such a thing before. To be honest, it wasn’t anything particularly formidable, but in this context, it was exactly the right tool.

“Since you’ve made up your mind, I won’t say more. The Destruction Legion will always be your best ally. Of course, if you wish, you’re welcome to join us.” Hansen, blushing, pulled out an invitation letter from the Destruction Legion and handed it to me.

I stepped outside the inn to wait for An Ning. Soon enough, An Ning and her roommates approached, their faces a mixture of anxiety and joy. This was because I had told An Ning over the phone that I planned to seek treatment for Xu Li today.

“If you don’t let go, I—I’ll bite!” She struggled to free her arms but feared hurting the two princes. If she failed to report back to the emperor, her whole family would be in trouble.

“Your Highness, your lesson is well taken. Ading dares not forget,” Qiyun nodded respectfully, her demeanor courteous and sincere.

As the cabin door opened, Captain Jia Si led ten soul warriors swiftly off the helicopter, their eyes wary as they scanned the few figures not far away.

Who could have known that just moments ago, Old Chen had mentioned that Zhou Jian would participate in the World Music Competition two months from now?

Years ago, to solidify his position at the Translation Institute, he tried to recruit the highly regarded Qi Yan but employed methods he should have never used.

At that moment, Kuang Biao seemed to possess the jinx of a crow’s curse; the very next morning’s forecast warned again of impending torrential rain.

Unfortunately, Lu Mingfei’s romantic interests had recently become overwhelming, with just Liu Miaomiao and Xia Mi already keeping him more than busy. Without hesitation, he raised his hand to sever these entanglements.

The current emperor, now advanced in years and deeply concerned with his reputation, personally left the palace to receive the King of Pingnan during the latter’s duty report, displaying magnanimity and royal dignity.

At this critical moment, suddenly, from the Moon Gate, a shadow shot like an arrow and landed beside Tang Haiqiu. The weapon in hand transformed into a flurry of deadly shards, striking at Tang Haiqiu.

Especially with one hand gripping the sword and the other behind his back, his demeanor strongly resembled the haughty and arrogant Xiao Mingyu.

Song Tinglan looked at Xiao Mingyu, her doubts dissipating as if half enchanted, and she nodded faintly, seemingly beyond her control.

Hua Xu’s home was by the riverbank, and her company was just a fifteen-minute walk away. Thus, whenever she wasn’t busy, she usually chose to stroll home along the riverside.

He was troubled by the incessant invading fragrance from Liu Miaomiao’s presence, his mind unsettled and barely able to focus on the doorbell’s chime, forcing himself to divert his attention.

“Haha, next time I buy a house, I’ll seek advice from senior sister,” Liu Hao laughed as he took a seat opposite Li Xin.

Seeing this, Wang Lang couldn’t help but suddenly feel pleased with himself. Despite some discomfort and the harsh air stinging his eyes, this spot was indeed quite suitable as a hiding place.

Frankly, this intelligence didn’t seem helpful for the main mission, but Mu Yan habitually kept every detail in hand, ready to devise the most thorough plan.

Old Gao, having tidied up, was about to leave when a drop of red liquid fell from above into the pool, instantly spreading crimson through the water.

Without anyone’s instruction, he had already slept for a while. His sleep was deep, and upon waking, it was already the next morning.

The two appeared early, right as Quan Zhengning stepped down from the car, preparing to ascend the stairs.

Many renowned hackers possessed their own methods; those experienced could easily identify the intruder just by analyzing their hacking techniques.

After she left, Li Qingyuan gazed at the floating map. The so-called ultimate mystery of the world, he speculated, might be the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao. Since the boundless land imprisoned mythic creatures, and the Heavenly Dao represented the world itself, this was the ultimate secret.

Yuan Shou was no fool; he understood clearly. Since they had come in, escaping would be difficult. Over time, they might think of ways to escape, but there was no need to rush. Better to leisurely play along with them for now.

Though Xue’er’s kidney had been sold and could never be reclaimed, with his skills, he could create a new kidney for her—a better one, surpassing the original, if she was willing.

Xu Aihong still clung to a chair as she saw blood pouring from Zhao Daguang’s head. Shocked, she watched as Zhao’s eyes held a mix of resentment and unwillingness before his body went limp. Blood sprayed onto Zhou Fang’s face, startling her deeply.

I rushed to the fainted Wang Rui, disbelief etched on my face. Reaching out, I felt his breath. Damn it, though faint, he was still alive.

Not far from Zhang Lu stood a few elderly gentlemen and ladies, who couldn’t help but urge Zhang Lu to reconsider.

After finishing, Li Shishi covered her mouth, laughing uncontrollably, while Yang Mimi’s cheeks flushed a deep red, extending down her neck.

This confirmed Geng Haoshi’s earlier suspicion—Tony intended for the team members to score only one point each in this initial boxing training assessment.

Jun Tianlan’s chin, dusted with light stubble, brushed softly against her smooth, fair cheek. His large hand wandered, determined to stir emotion within her.

Qiao Xia hadn’t detected Tang Yu’s lie-detection ability. As she approached, Tang Yu placed one hand on her shoulder.

A burst of gunfire echoed through the entire building. Yuan Zhi leaned against the wall; the once white surface was stained red. His body slowly slid down.

Jing Yu was utterly unprepared, staring blankly as she was foolishly led away by the hand she held.