Volume 1, Chapter 66: We Cannot Sit Back and Wait for Death

"There are some matters I haven't mentioned yet. Since Mr. Luo has brought it up, let us discuss the details of the contract," Elder Lu said directly, pushing a piece of paper forward.

"Si'er, aren't you going to see your sweetheart? Third sister will accompany you for a stretch on the bus!" Li Jinxiu asked.

Originally, Luo Fan had intended to come here to discuss some very important matters with Luo Xinran, but now? Looking at Luo Xinran's current state, she clearly had no intention of listening to any of that. Since things had turned out this way, Luo Fan actually felt it wasn't bad either.

Luo Hongliang continued to lead Zheng Yan to another location housing a Six-Path Soul-Locking Array. Xing Wei and Wu Tingdie needed to clear out the demons that had sneaked into the city; they could not wait until the external demons launched a large-scale offensive before letting these hidden elements in the city suddenly strike from behind.

Never had he expected the other party to be shameless to such a degree, actually recording the entire conversation.

"Nini, you're finally back," he smiled. When he looked at her, the light in his eyes was identical to when they were youths a thousand years ago, as if they had never traversed the fires of life and death, and as if they had never been separated.

"Alright, get some rest early!" Finally, Ai Jinming reached out to close Mu Yang's bedroom door and went downstairs. Once downstairs, he looked up at the window of Mu Yang's room, let out a deep sigh, and turned to leave.

"Junshan Maojian tea. Have a sip and see if you like it," Yichen brewed a cup personally and handed it before her.

Outside the bedchamber door, the guards' chilling steel sabers were crossed in mid-air. Beneath the blades, upon the freezing marble steps, a rose-red figure knelt.

Just for an apology, a breakfast had been sacrificed. Chu Feng felt as though his heart was bleeding.

Natsukawa Yuzu: Atsumu-kun, I made some taro balls, but you weren't around when I came by, so I left them at your doorstep. Remember to pick them up when you get back.

Rong Jiu had no guard up against Gu Mingzhu, making it the perfect opportunity to strike. Moreover, by utilizing the Eldest Young Mistress's hand, she could successfully distance herself from the matter.

Pei Ying looked at Ah Qi with a hint of drowsiness. Ah Qi seemed startled, gazing at him blankly.

"Later on, I'm going with Qin Feng to pick up some vegetables. You can just go with him then," Bai Su nudged Wen Duo, blinking her eyes as she spoke.

Pingling Ruohan wanted to say something more, but Pei Ying ushered her out in a few brisk movements. Moreover, she was indeed frightened by Ah Qi and returned home in a daze.

Jian Jinxi every time spoke with concise clarity, leaving one utterly at a loss for how to pick up the conversation.

Originally, the ones who had gotten drunk were Lu Mingchen and Murong Xuan, yet Gu Xiangwan, who had been taking care of the drunkards, ended up getting drunk herself instead.

*I hope not, I hope not.* Natsukawa Yuzu prayed silently in her heart, but a few seconds later she thought again: if Atsumu-kun also liked her, wouldn't praying like this be tantamount to self-destruction?

The next day, the news of Zhuge Fangming's assassination spread among the military officers in Lianzhou City. Liang Ji personally brought his subordinates to inspect the scene.

Jian Youxuan was accustomed to buying things wherever she went; she ordered a lottery-draw photobook and also bought three trendy items recommended by Yuge.

Upon that memorial archway, it was clearly inscribed: Inheriting the Heavenly Ancestor's Fortune, Li Geda Village's First Immortal Cultivator, the Youth of the Wang Family, Wang Binhong.

In less than thirty minutes, Huang Donglai's body was pierced full of fine needles, making him look just like a human-shaped hedgehog.

The slender, gaunt ox-headed ghost official was interrupted. He paused, glanced around suspiciously, and then proceeded forward.

"I called you here today because there is an important matter." Bai Jingyun was somewhat startled. Unable to best Su Rong in an argument, he hurriedly changed the subject.

The great bluestone remained a great bluestone, yet his loved one was gone, leaving only a final "take care" echoing long in the air.

"When it comes to sword dancing, I find it much more interesting than sword fighting," Ye Lian'an said softly, her gaze landing unceremoniously on Ye Zhining, her meaning exceedingly clear.

"The power of lunar yin—this is also the reason why the Ghost Tomb was discovered. Because it must surface to absorb the essence of the moon; otherwise, as it constantly travels underground, it could never be discovered," Shen Sancheng said.

Just as she stepped down the very last of the steps, upon catching sight of Tong Shaoxun, she was so startled that her foot misstepped, and with a *thud*, she sprawled flat on the ground, losing all her dignity right in front of all the students coming out of class from this teaching building.

As you said, there are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people. Since you have chosen to abandon your current stability and decided to walk this path yourself, this sect hopes that you will walk to the peak of immortal cultivation, march to the summit of the Great Dao, and forge a renowned reputation.

Ending the video call, Tang Hongdao prepared to heat some milk, only to find that the milk had already been warmed, and its temperature at that moment was just right. Tang Hongdao held the cup of milk to warm her hands, her eyes filled with gratitude—gratitude for meeting Guan Xu, and gratitude that although life had its dissatisfactions, it offered every person who lived earnestly a beautiful ending.

Yet, thinking of how he had already set up an "inescapable net" outside the residence within this briefest of moments, his mind settled somewhat.

Senior Brother Wang and Senior Brother Du had originally maintained an offensive posture, intending to defeat Zhang Xu in one stroke, but they hadn't expected Zhang Xu's fist wind to be so fierce, only sensing its overwhelming momentum as it drew near. Thus, they hurriedly changed their techniques, switching from offense to defense.

In an instant, Du Shengping, who had originally been dressed in modern attire, transformed into an elegant ancient scholar.

After a few minutes, once those runaway bikers had ridden out of sight, I released the leader and told him to scram quickly. With a gloomy gaze, the fellow glared at me without uttering any harsh threats; he righted his silver-white motorcycle, twisted the accelerator, and sped away in the direction where his companions had vanished.

Yet everyone is greedy. If the host could pick out some different, fresh angles from her words, the program's effect would be even better.

If she didn't seize this opportunity, she might live at the mercy of others for the rest of her life, enduring days filled with trembling fear.

He only remembered that majestic, blurred, towering figure standing at the end of the road, forever out of reach.

The assassin, fused into the darkness, narrowed their eyes and quietly closed in on Shen Lu, seizing the right moment to fiercely drive down the dagger.

A giant hand condensed from dark Qi, like a demonic claw reaching out from hell, directly grabbed Chen Cheng.

An emperor is also a human being, and as long as one is human, mistakes are bound to be made. Can even saints guarantee they have never made a mistake?