Chapter 42: Punching a Soft Cotton Ball

Having not seen each other for a long time, Yu Feng and Huzi lost all their drowsiness and began chatting back and forth about their lives and various experiences. Huzi's father had to continue his journey to Dalan the next day, so he went to sleep first.

With the morning activities concluded, the afternoon was free for personal arrangements. Yu Feng and Yin Xin followed Bai Ya and Bai Ling to have lunch. Originally, because of Bokai, Bai Ya did not want the two of them to come along, but Yin Xin seemed determined to meet Bokai face-to-face and went with them.

The ancient jade still retained its dim luster, and the prominent, clear crack on it was the most eye-catching feature, extending right up to the character "Yu" engraved in the center.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, causing Zhan Xiu's brows to knit tightly together, while the fervent heat within his body that had been suppressed by the chill began to stir restlessly once again.

The dream she had experienced that night returned vividly to Xu Yaoran's mind. It felt so real; Xu Yaoran almost seemed to remember that body moving in and out of hers, shallowly and deeply, as if every thrust penetrated straight into her soul.

Weapons and provisions were what he needed to worry about, alongside people's livelihood. He could only consider himself an amateur military enthusiast; if he really had to command militia in combat, it would definitely make that old American veteran laugh his teeth out. Smacking his lips, Zhang Jiaming decided to go check on the two foreign instructors first.

However, Zhan Xiu did not think that way. The cold and suspicious gazes from inside the grand hall kept lingering in his mind.

When Tong Guaiguai returned home, she surprisingly discovered that her new neighbor, who had lived next door for half a month, had finally appeared. Skipping over closer, Tong Guaiguai intended to pass the boring time.

Fortunately, there were still plenty of animal pelts in Huzi's father's baskets. He took them all out and spread them on the ground for Yu Feng and the other to use as blankets, leaving a few more to serve as quilts, which finally brought a touch of warmth as the two sat on the damp ground.

After casually wiping his face, he stood up and looked toward the source of the noise, a trace of a disdainful smile curling the corner of his mouth. Who knows who had run into trouble right after arriving on the island? He could just go and relieve his boredom.

When she clearly saw that the person standing before them was Qiao Chu, a flash of panic crossed Wen Puyu's face, and immediately afterward, he swung his fist hard, smashing it toward the man pinning him down.

That's right, his two junior martial brothers had indeed bitten their tongues and committed suicide, but Pumpkin Head, being their senior martial brother, had no desire to follow suit.

Lu Xia paused with curiosity to take a couple of extra glances, noticing a large character "Xu" written on the signboard.

Behind him, Song Chengxi shook his side-to-side head; such matters required him to figure things out for himself, and others truly could not help. Moreover, Fang Xing was right: with the great victory in Mobei this year, His Majesty was overjoyed and had graciously ordered an extra imperial examination, an opportunity he absolutely could not miss.

Jing Boyuan, born into a noble and prestigious family, had built the Bowei Group from scratch and wielded immense power in the business world.

Rong Rong could not stand Xiu Qiqi's relaxed attitude, as if everything had nothing to do with her. Why should Xiu Qiqi be so at ease when all these events had been caused by her in the first place?

Early in the morning, Mother Tian had just unlocked the door when, shortly after, Madam Gao walked into the shop with her son. Looking at Mother Tian, Madam Gao was as overbearing as ever, and Father Tian also wore an unfriendly expression.

"Uncle, that's the bastard who tore down my company!" Shen Lindong complained to his uncle with a mournful expression.

"Please don't!" Ah Jiu almost tumbled out of his wheelchair. "You'd better pick another role to play!" Could he even stomach his meals if he had to sell himself to bury his father every single day?

"Damn it, there's nothing here? Where did all the treasure go? This is way too pathetic. I'll bet that even a rat coming across this scene would burst into tears!" Taoist Master Jianmei expressed his utter disappointment.

As for Qi Bao, he felt somewhat at a loss, not expecting the Immortal-Slaying Blade to return at this moment, with the treasure map seemingly falling into his hands as well.

As Zhu Yuanzhang's power continued to grow, the status of those around him would naturally rise as well, yet Zhu Yuanzhang had not granted them appropriate official ranks, which posed a problem.

However, whether due to Su Cheng's sheer luck or not, after the frustration of the previous night, the first-class cabin he boarded today featured a gorgeous American flight attendant.

Lin Lin naturally agreed readily. His next step was to contact Catherine and Gao Youxi, as it was Christmas time, and presumably, they were on holiday or taking a break.

Frowning deeply, he instinctively raised his hand to sniff near his nose. As soon as his arm entered his field of vision, it froze in mid-air, and a look of disgust instantly surfaced on Lin Hao's face.

Wu Kui did not hesitate and agreed outright. Following that, the two began their fusion, and in an instant, aside from the violent energy fluctuations echoing around them, absolute stillness settled over the area where they stood.

"Then wait for me where you are for a bit; I can be there in about ten minutes," Yiye Yu nodded.

"It's fine, what you have isn't a disease; it just needs two or three months of recuperation. Later on, I'll write you a sick leave note so you can go get some traditional Chinese herbal medicine from the hospital outside," Lin Hao gave him a reassuring look.

"One bone-setting and injury-healing pill for one tael of silver! Made with genuine ingredients, fair prices for young and old alike!" Zhu Chongba said with great confidence.

The opponents he had always targeted were Asa; as for those under Asa's command, they had never posed a threat to Lin Huang.

Yet a series of bizarre dreams were always intricately connected to his everyday life. Every day, Zhang Yang would try to recall what events had taken place before he experienced his very first strange dream.