Volume 1, Chapter 64: The Killer is Lu Shiyan

"Brother, don't worry, let it go! Working odd jobs is just like this: the camp is made of iron while the soldiers are like flowing water. The new blood flowing in just shows that we are still useful people. I'll go look for a job with you," said Fei Hu, patting Foreman Wang's back encouragingly with a reassuring gesture.

Thinking of these things, a heart-wrenching pain brought Ziyuan back to her senses. She opened her eyes slightly, gazing dazedly at the horizon. In a trance, she saw that among the two blood-red subjugation stars, one had grown dimmer.

The indifferent, colossal face seemed to grow angry. As its mouth parted slightly, a streak of bright light flashed and vanished instantly.

Yet doing this could not guarantee that Shen Yunxi would not act recklessly. This was something that had always, up to this moment, remained a lingering worry in his heart.

Ziyuan glanced at him, then looked around. Unsure of whom he was speaking to, she ignored him.

Although Luo Qian'er had promised to marry him if he beat Luo Qingrou into a pig-faced state, he could not be certain whether Luo Qian'er would restlessly scale the wall and escape once again.

Feng Qingchen took a gentle sip of the light wine, the corners of his lips curving upward. Shen Yunyou watched from the side; although she still felt a hint of coldness in his demeanor, she could not help but find every word and action of his radiating a fatal allure. Her heart pounded wildly, unable to stop, and a shy blush suffused her face.

Yan Zimo thought once again of his full-blooded younger sister. If she were still alive, their bond would surely have been wonderful; alas, they would never meet again.

Xia Ziwan happened to be in the restroom at that moment. Fortunately, she was not using the toilet, but rather applying a greenish substance to her face in front of the vanity mirror—likely some kind of medicinal skincare herb.

No sooner had Feng Lin finished speaking than Tang Bao leaped up in astonishment, before Liu Wenyans could even react. Opening his sparkling, wide eyes, he fixed his gaze straight on Feng Lin. "Uncle Feng, so you didn't come to see me, you came to see Mommy!" he cried out in surprise, his expression one of utter defeat.

The young man Tang Tang looked toward Xiao Shan. At that moment, Xiao Shan was actually smiling as he looked up at the sky and the sunlight. What kind of state of mind was this? Could a traitor who betrayed his country for personal glory truly yearn for the light with such calm and open serenity? Tang Tang simply could not comprehend it.

What you learn in five years might grant you the capital to survive in this continent, even if you are not given a graduation certificate and fail to become a true cultivator.

The suppression pressure brought by Ye Qiu was truly terrifying; this unfathomable cultivation base made one's heart grow increasingly uneasy.

Phew, that scared me to death. If this happens a few more times, I'm sure I'll die a premature death. This guy's aura is truly piercingly sharp.

Seeing that Gaia had no desire to continue the conversation, Kalan closed his eyes with a smile, appearing to retreat into quiet contemplation.

The butcher cursed vehemently, suddenly gaining a bit of understanding as to how unimaginably difficult Emperor Tian's path must have been back in the Chaotic Era.

Looking further at Yang Xu's carriage, bearing the insignia of the General's Mansion, it was clear that Yang Xu had indeed accepted Dou Wu's summons.

Though they found it hard to believe, they knew no specific details. Now hearing that this Ronglian had been invited by Bifan, they naturally understood the situation.

"Hiss, hiss." A sound rang out, and when Lin Yu looked up, a snake was dangling upside down from the tree overhead at some point.

Unexpectedly, not only did they fail to secure any numerical advantage, but this streak of unfavorable setbacks continued unabated.

Some of the candles were engraved with words indicating their origin. She deliberately walked closer, pretending to sniff the fragrance of the candles, while actually using the hidden camera nestled in her hair to record everything clearly.

She now felt that everyone had wronged her—Wang Hu's entire family, Gu Junming and Sun Chan, and even her own grandfather.

Gu Junming could probably guess what Sun Chan was thinking; he laughed heartily and even reached out to pinch her cheek.

Luoyan recalled a plotline: shortly after the male lead reclaimed his honors, right before the summer season playoffs, the Adolf team underwent a massive reshuffle, seemingly due to high-level managerial reasons.

Uesugi Kagetora bit his lip as he looked around at the circle of Oda soldiers—under the current circumstances, they were actually more reliable than the surrounding Echigo warriors. He still possessed utility value to the Oda clan, which perhaps made him safer within the Oda army?

Upon hearing this, Chu Ye experienced a sudden epiphany. He had not expected the martial arts tournament to be structured this way; it seemed his worldly experience was still far too shallow. However, Chu Ye believed that his knowledge would inevitably grow with the passage of time.

Even though they attended the same school, they were like utter strangers, passing each other without so much as a greeting.

He smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll call the chairman right now." With that, he walked aside to make the call.

Chu Xuehua had never expected matters to develop to this extent; he had assumed it would amount to nothing more than a heated quarrel. Never in his dreams had he imagined that his imperial brother would actually strike Mo Liang. Truly, the situation was spinning off in entirely unforeseen directions.

Madness! Devouring all souls! This was the very first thing they did upon crawling out from hell, sparing nothing! Everything would be dragged into their bottomless abyss, and everything could be devoured, souls included.

Yet in Shangjing City, the political center of the Huaxia nation, these two factions did not dare to act presumptuously. Tonight was destined to be a bloody night, with the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, appearing exceptionally beautiful.

Yet Elder Sun did not even turn his head back, remaining single-mindedly focused on the magic array.

A teeth-grating, goosebump-inducing sound of friction rang out, and that rare magical spear slowly deformed within the masked man's palm, gradually being twisted into a "U" shape.

Mo Liang had never wished to return with him in the first place, and naturally she refused to cooperate. Looking coldly at Chu Tingchuan as he closed in, the corners of her lips curved into a callous arc, and she slowly replied, "You must tell me first: why should I cooperate with you?" At this moment, Mo Liang was in no mood to discuss any bargains with Chu Tingchuan.

As for Ye Junhan, he progressed from beating up street thugs to showing up every single day, accompanied by his relentlessly persistent eldest brother, Ye Shiyun.

Xia Tian, meanwhile, began his cultivation with a grievance. Although he hadn't actually forgotten to cultivate, his heart still yearned incessantly for his old trade of farming.

Honestly, anyone would find it unbearable to watch a face as ethereal as an immortal suddenly grin like a fool, wouldn't they? As she was thinking this, she saw her own husband lovingly offering a grape to her lips.