Chapter 35: A Mouthful of Horse Manure

She went into the kitchen first to warm her medicine, then sat down in the patch of sunlight cast through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“The call isn’t over yet. Dad wants to speak with Rongcan,” Bai Hui said, handing Rongcan the phone and motioning for him to listen.

Tang Lou shook his head immediately—neither of those things could be considered dangerous, so they were unlikely to be in the wilderness.

“Yes, this is indeed my first time visiting this building!” Xue Xingran deliberately lowered her voice as she spoke.

After a long while, Sun Cong withdrew his slightly dim purple flame, marking off the area where the pests had been eradicated, leaving the rest for tomorrow.

“I’ll give you two minutes,” Zheng Bana said, crossing her arms. She thought walking away endlessly wasn’t very interesting anyway. Since Bai Hui had lowered himself to apologize, it wouldn’t hurt to hear what he had to say.

“Uncle, I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?” Bai Hui ran over to claim credit right after his performance.

Rong Qian snapped back to herself, her briefly clouded mind regaining clarity, her heartbeat stumbling out of rhythm.

When she looked up at the scenery outside, her delicate face was beautifully curved, radiating a touch of innocent charm.

Gu Yao was in no rush to rejoice; she checked her test paper two more times, ensuring not a single mistake remained, and then finally let out a long, relieved breath.

Du Gu Shi clearly didn’t agree with Tang Lichuan’s decision. Even though Tang Lichuan’s strength had increased dramatically by revealing all his cards, he couldn’t even handle the Shura Demon Blade—how could he possibly face the even more vicious Heaven-Slaying Fiend?

Ao Hong was filled with suspicion and wonder as he listened to Fuling recount a familiar tale, but all his attention was focused on Lu Fei.

Ling Xue was delighted to hear that her younger brother had accomplished something. The call was from his teacher, and she had no reason to doubt it, so that night she prepared clothes for Ling Tian and gave him a list of reminders.

At that moment, not only was he disappointed at failing to obtain the “Scorpion Heart Sutra” from Heaven Sword, but also that the painstakingly concocted “Ten-Thousand Ant Heart-Devouring Pill” hadn’t produced his expected results.

As Di Feng uttered these words to placate Black Panther, Fei Qingyu below suddenly shouted in fury. To everyone’s surprise, instead of pursuing the forbidden creature, he turned and struck a palm at the sticky rice fruit shop.

Who would dare face them directly? If you got too close, you might be slapped to death on the spot. This was no joke.

The instant the figures of Xiao Long and Han Bing appeared through the teleportation array in the Xuanfeng imperial capital, Feng Rushan and Feng Ruhai—who were secluded in the grand hall—opened their eyes simultaneously. As their gazes met, both saw terror reflected in the other's eyes.

“Lord of Heaven’s Will, all the divine attendants have taken their places. The ritual can begin at any time,” Qian He bowed, hands clasped, seeking instruction as she looked down at Ling Yao, Xing Ji, and the others.

“Are these people insane? What on earth are they doing?” Dimans, the overall commander of this assault on Russia, frowned deeply, a vague sense of dread stirring within him.

The situation had spiraled completely out of Yan Youran’s control. Gu Meng’s attitude left her feeling utterly at a loss.

Song Yiyi’s provocative words tormented her. Recently, she’d learned that Song Yiyi and Xiahou Ce had grown very close, with Song Yiyi often bringing him meals.

One had to admit, aggression seemed to run in the veins of the people of the Alphas Theocracy. Judging by the tone of Larda Khan, it seemed he was ready to launch another war.

Now that she was sober, she desperately wanted to reach Li Wuxin’s side as soon as possible—how could she not hurry?

This was the middle-aged, handsome and arrogant man standing before Landon—the very blue-tier talent awarded by the system.

After traveling another five miles or so, it was noon and the group was clearly tired. Yue Yun suggested resting in the forest, but Zhang Caijun, reluctant to rest with the others, went into the woods across the way.

Until today, Guan Chenji would never have believed he had the patience for such conversations. Now, though, he was convinced. Moreover, Gu Ma’s way of chatting put him at ease, and before he knew it, he found himself sharing much more with her.

As for the pitiful gatekeeper, she was now praying that her meal, which Sakuya would soon bring, wouldn’t be skimped upon.

Noticing Ling Jing’s slightly cold expression and unfriendly tone, Li Wuxin couldn’t help but furrow her brows. She couldn’t figure out what she’d done to provoke him, to make him treat her this way.

With a sigh, Long Qing nodded inwardly. She’d always known that when the Princess set her mind to something, no one could stop her—not even the Prince, who was always forced to concede in the end.

Suddenly, she understood the meaning of “Sea of Fragrant Snow”—the plum blossoms bloomed in wild profusion, their branches intertwined, making the flowers billow above the branches like a sea of clouds. Walking beneath, one passed under that ocean of fragrance, the crisp scent of plum blossoms invigorating the soul.

At worst, her life would be no more miserable than it was now. She might as well cast off her burdens and take a chance.

Mo Youting felt a dull ache in his chest, yet he couldn’t bring himself to let go; the deeper he kissed her, the more he lost himself.

The planetary poles were harsh and unforgiving, but Aurora City stood here for a simple reason: beneath the planet’s northern pole lay the richest and highest-quality veins of luminous jade on the Kansas Planet.

Just as he reached the company entrance, Peng Yuchu called—Empress Dowager had arrived at Sheng’an and was waiting in his office! The composure Qiao Anming had just regained vanished, replaced by a new wave of anxiety.

Li Cheng’s eyes reddened with anger as he swept everything off the table in a fit of rage. The chaos only made him feel more suffocated.

After applying ointment, perhaps because her eyes were tired from crying earlier, Xia Fangyuan closed her eyes and soon drifted into a deep sleep.

As soon as Mo Jingyuan left the house and sat by the door, a neighbor spotted him and, puzzled, called out to him.

When the doctor spoke, everyone froze in place, especially Gong Shaoxie. For a moment, he seemed to lose all capacity for thought, the doctor’s words spinning endlessly through his mind.