Chapter 20: She Was the Little Girl from Back Then

Through his conversations with Hongye, Lei Xiao had already gained a certain understanding of the unique energy currents that flowed beneath the earth. As Ouyang Zhuo spoke, he pulled out a square slip of professional repair paper from his pocket, then stealthily walked to the door and gently pressed it into the seam with a soft click.

However, things would not be so simple. If it were truly that easy, there would not be so many complications. When casting spells on his teammates, they could not stray too far. With each additional teammate, the consumption would increase exponentially.

He found himself inwardly accepting Liang Da. In truth, he didn’t care whether Liang Da had ever dated anyone before; what mattered to him had always been very simple.

“Since you’re all right now, let’s hurry and continue searching for Xianhong’s three souls. After all, tomorrow morning…” Aunt Qing choked up as she spoke, “Xianhong…”

Doctor Zhang was also aware that it would be better to let the Empire handle this matter. Yet his ties to the Organization were closer—not that he preferred them, but many things required their support.

When Coach Sun returned to his office and brewed a cup of tea, the team members gradually filed in, and the post-training match review began.

She was especially astonished when her classmate used a mobile phone to photograph two British men from several dozen meters away. Covering her mouth with her hand, she let out a genuine exclamation; she had never imagined a phone could capture faces so clearly at such a distance.

The lamb spine hotpot tasted much like what she’d had in the capital in her previous life. Perhaps because everything in this era was purely natural, she even felt the flavor here surpassed what she remembered.

In this day and age, private transactions were considered profiteering, but bartering was permissible. So she openly found a quiet spot with Lin Zijuan, took out a piece of tofu from her bamboo basket, placed it on Lin Zijuan’s plate, and accepted a single egg in exchange, tucking it into her own basket.

They reached the farmer’s market around two in the afternoon, right in the heat of the day. Uncle and nephew were baked under the sun until their faces flushed red. Seeing how hot they looked, the crowd dropped the small talk and called out orders for two or three pounds.

She fought back tears. After all, this marriage was something the original host had begged for, so now that she was asking for a divorce, she had to make her case all the more convincing.

Suddenly, someone targeted the Cheng family. The roar of gunfire and cannons terrified the entire city of Lin’an, driving everyone to hide in their homes, too scared to set foot outside.

“Everyone, there’s no need for such thanks. Being able to give you all a pleasant evening is our honor,” said Ermao, who was usually so eloquent in the livestream but now found himself at a loss in the face of everyone’s gratitude.

He had originally wanted to see where the old woman’s mouse had gone. As far as he knew, spatial rings capable of storing living creatures were exceedingly rare. Could it be that the old woman really had such a ring?

Though Wen Yan didn’t appreciate the repeated comments about looking young, the advantages of this hairstyle seemed to match exactly the vibe he wanted.

No one expected Xu Zishan, who was so eager to be reincarnated, to be unable to wait even until the twenty-sixth. Even blinded, he couldn’t endure loneliness and showed up with Han Xinghui on Lantern Festival to watch the lights in Lin’an.

He was already an imposing figure, and now, leaning in close, he boxed her in between the chair and his body, making Xu Zishan feel as though she were being held firmly in his embrace.

A man took up his machine gun and fired wildly at the spot where the burly man had been.

Especially in moments when Luo Shuixian felt lonely, lost, and helpless, Xia Xin’s tight, unwavering embrace gave her a deep sense of safety and comfort.

The commotion stirred up by Old Nine at the Southern-Northern Border River quickly drew the attention of the highest levels in Huaxia. Meanwhile, the news was relayed by interested parties to both nations through real-world channels. But with the city now established, Old Nine had truly secured his foothold.

That night, they lodged at the Prefect’s Residence, where Zhu Zhi hosted a banquet. Songs and dances enlivened the atmosphere, and Zong Yu, swept up in the mood, performed a mouth-music ensemble imitating chimes, ocarinas, drums, zithers, wooden bells, reed pipes, and flutes—astonishing everyone present. Song Huang, itching to join in, drew his sword and danced, bringing the feast to a rousing climax.

The elevator was spacious and opulent, reminiscent of those in five-star hotels.

Xia Xin blinked, looking at Zhao Jiaying, who, with a righteous and self-assured air, laid out her unreasonable demands. He was stunned for a long moment and then… broke into laughter.

In truth, she was jealous. Bai Yu, who lived a privileged life untouched by hardship, always lectured her with useless platitudes and seemed able to connect with Xue Tong with ease. Their good rapport only made her envy them more.

The sword energy rushed straight at his face. There was nowhere to dodge. Instinctively, he shut his eyes, as if a sharp blade pierced into them. He staggered back several steps, his eyes burning with pain and unable to open for the moment.

When the warm quilt finally covered me, I suddenly remembered—I hadn’t called Li Yu today to ask if he’d picked up his car. And didn’t he ask me at some point where the parking ticket was? When was that again?