Volume 1, Chapter 62: No Movement in the Belly

At that very moment, she was not admitting her mistake; she simply wanted to catch up with Bai Ruoyu and nestle in her arms.

Jiang Dao’s eyes narrowed sharply as he instantly sensed a tremendous crisis, every single hair on his body standing on end.

Therefore, the storage bags of those three fellow apprentices, along with the remaining contents inside, naturally fell into Wang Yuan’s own possession. Previously, Wang Yuan had no time to examine them carefully, but now he was going to thoroughly search through them again to see what items might still be useful.

The dark brown sand surrounding Jiang Dao on all sides was the first to succumb, whipped into a chaotic, howling frenzy by Jiang Dao’s terrifying aura.

After Wang Yuan finished clearing away the dust in the stone house, he sat cross-legged on a straw mat and activated the first sound-transmission talisman, which filled the room with the voice of Wang Yuan’s master, Liu Weihai.

A mixture of anger, self-blame, and anguish surged up to Shen Ruosong’s throat, choking him to the point where tears almost burst from his eyes. He sniffed and forced his head back to swallow the tears down, yet those unbidden droplets still slipped past the corners of his eyes and onto his clothes.

"Good, we cannot let them escape. Didn't people from the Xu family arrive? Have them make a move as well," Gu Caixuan nodded and said.

The familiar vibration at his chest had vanished. Shen Ruosong felt through his thick military overcoat to pinch his inner pocket; intuition told him the pocket watch was most likely jammed, and according to the survival rules of a hunter-soldier, no encumbering baggage should ever be kept.

Upon hearing Wang Yichuan’s order, Long, Hu, and Bao instantly ignited their fighting spirit, their gazes turning incomparably arrogant as they looked at Jiang Sheng.

Suddenly, when someone rushed forward, raising a gun in their hand and moving to attack Shen Zhaoxi, her brows grew cold, and she lunged violently forward.

Hearing the commotion, his dark eyes, harboring a trace of complexity, looked over toward Lu Shiwu.

When I quickly looked in the direction the sound came from, I saw the one-armed Sun Shikuang clutching his head, collapsed on the ground and rolling about continuously.

Fairly speaking, the members of the Qin family were all blessed with great genes and naturally looked quite attractive—their brows handsome, their bearings elegant, and their aura clearly marking them out as extraordinary people.

"It's not that much, really. For the past two years, I only asked for this amount," Zhao Ming said, holding up a single finger.

For all these years, Lu Shiwu had stayed by Lu Yunzhou’s side, so naturally, he knew all about the relationship between his captain and this Mu Ting.

Adjutant Zhang led his men to pry open the cargo crates one by one, and inside there was nothing other than silk—at most, some silks mixed with other types of silk, with several quantities failing to match up.

Following that, the "Mountains and Rivers State Cauldron" was directly blasted into fragments by the suddenly surging mountain marrow.

Moreover, after lingering on the mirror's surface for just a fleeting moment, that blood-red character for "destiny" abruptly vanished without a trace.

"I know, I'm just worried that while we take the vanguard, the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Dragon King Hall will take advantage of our plight," Di Wuji slowly said.

Looking at the wound, Ye Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Zhou Xuan, then silently rummaged through the box for hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, and mercurochrome.

Xiao Ran’s successive defeats of three high-ranking martial experts had completely driven the surrounding spectators wild.

The Daoist priest of zombies swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Lin Feng is dead." Gu Wanhai and Xuan Kui exchanged a glance and laughed together. Gu Wanhai said, "I already know about this. Very well, you may withdraw." Gu Wanhai waved his hand at the Daoist priest.

Hearing Li Yixian call out one hundred pills, Ouyang Ming couldn't help but look at him. The disciples below the stage also never expected that their junior uncle would be so generous right from the start—one hundred pills! That was worth ten profound stones.

"Of course. Let us both forget those things and become clean people once again," Yan Anxing’s eyes grew slightly moist.

Jiang Yu nodded in understanding, flicked her hand through the air, and a faint, gentle green glow enveloped them both. When the light vanished, they were no longer in the room. All around them was a vast, open expanse, and as far as the eye could see, there was not a single hiding place to be found.

"Alright, then starting today, I won't cling to you anymore," someone said, chin tilted high, eye corners lifted high, looking thoroughly smug and proud like a green peacock opening its tail.

Whenever her finger pressed down, the red thread would vanish. Yet the moment she moved her finger away, the red thread would slowly emerge from beneath her skin once again.

Finally, the show-off-like gathering came to an end. Ye晓媚 (Ye Xiaomei) and Li Moran arrived at the barbecue stand downstairs from Ye Xiaomei's former rental room and ordered some food.

Before Ming Shiyun could sort her thoughts out, urgent and joyful cries rang in her ears—voices belonging to the people she knew best, Ziling and Lvrui.

Do you know? Saying goodbye this time means that in this lifetime, we will probably never meet again. This parting makes it very, very hard to ever see each other again, because we are separated by a distance so vast—so far that even communication devices cannot reach each other. Everyone, promise me to live well, and in your respective dimensions, let your own light bloom.

"Sis!" I said earnestly, "Just listen to me this time. Look at how haggard you've gotten over the past couple of days; you might as well rest at home and only go back to work after you've recovered!" Seeing my extremely sincere and caring expression, the older career woman found it hard to lose her temper and could only obediently follow instructions.

Therefore, when the carriage went "clicketty-clack" out of the city gate, Duan Chong finally let out a long sigh, his body going limp as he tearfully grasped Su'er's jade hand.

"Where did they come from? If you don't want this lord to lose his temper, throw them away immediately!" Veins bulged violently on Puyuzi's face.

He knew his own limitations; Murong Qing had repeatedly warned him beforehand just how important it was to keep a low profile.

Duan Taosong could only nod hurriedly, unable to utter a single word. Maintaining a steady breath already required his utmost effort.

Huo Qubing’s situation was similar to Chu Mengyao’s; he had filled out his college applications as soon as he woke up in the morning, also choosing Southeast University of Technology, with his major being material physics as discussed previously.

Yet every time she faced Gao Xinyue’s grievance in her heart, and watched her become more and more like her father, she always uncontrollably found herself influenced by her.

"Could it be you're saying you never killed Zhou Lei all this time just because of that five-cent favor?" Zhou Tong asked from the side, frowning.

"It looks like you'll have to step in and handle this this time. This is no moment to be feuding; your safety is what matters most!" Yu Chuxuan said very gravely to Chenxi. Yu Chuxuan was deeply worried that, out of spite from falling out with her family, Chenxi would refuse to seek help from them even in such a situation. If that happened, the state of affairs would become truly severe.

I nodded and said those people were indeed detestable, but this Su Qingqing was also truly pitiful. She must have hated her father to the extreme, yet because of blood ties, she couldn't bring herself to harm him—which was why she came up with the idea of hanging herself, right?