Chapter 28

The afternoon sun filtered through the branches, spilling onto the corner of the veranda and painting the ground with shimmering patches of light that stretched all the way along the corridor.

Gu Chen finally couldn't help but laugh—a boisterous, rolling-on-the-floor kind of laughter, loud enough that even An Xiaoxiao, who was tucked away in the upstairs bathroom dealing with a near-disastrous menstrual leak, could hear him.

After that, he would send gifts to the old man’s house every so often, initially just because he felt guilty.

"Is Chinai alright?" Takeshi Momoshiro didn't pick a fight with Kaoru Kaido this time; after all, they were all worried about Chinai in the hospital room. They were all friends, and showing concern was only natural.

Though Sun Yidao was a bit of a rascal, he rarely stooped to begging others for favors, for he possessed the pride of a true master.

"My surname is Qiao. You can just call me Doctor Qiao!" Dongling replied casually before returning to her careful pulse diagnosis.

Shen Si opened her mouth, her mind in a state of agitation. But more importantly, the current situation had to be resolved; she could not let Si Mozhou and Lu Yan remain in the same room.

Gong Jin took the short sword and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. As she examined it closely, turning it over in her hands, she could vaguely see the characters "Wuhua" engraved on the uneven hilt; it seemed that was the name of the blade.

At the mention of this, it couldn't help but shiver, quickly shutting its mouth and curling into a ball.

The person in the mirror had long hair, slightly disheveled from rubbing against the back of the chair. The flush on her face had yet to fade, her lips were reddened and slightly swollen, and her eyes shimmered with moisture—she looked exactly like a woman who had just been ravaged by a man.

Once they took on human form, the demon race possessed higher intelligence. Upon hearing Liu Tian's words, it was overjoyed and began dumping everything it had onto him.

Wang Maozhang replied that the Huainan army had its own strengths and weaknesses. If the Huainan forces were divided into three tiers—upper, middle, and lower—then even the most elite troops of Fuzhou were no match for the lowest-tier Huainan soldiers.

Only by joining the Divine Dragon Organization could Wang Chen completely break free from the shackles of the Wu family. Once that happened, if the Wu family dared to target him again, he would personally uproot the entire clan.

Wang Chen hated nothing more than people who leaned on their backgrounds, acting like the young masters of this or that family. Such people were, to put it bluntly, the most useless; if they were capable and talented, they would be strong in their own right, so why bother invoking the power of their backing?

Yiyi was also jumping for joy, which brought smiles to everyone's faces, and the atmosphere instantly lightened considerably.

Now, as long as he could reach the edge of the God-Forsaken Demon Pit, he could find temporary safety.

Yang Wo felt both amused and exasperated that Yang Ximi and the others had arranged a marriage for him without a word. However, as Yan Keqiu and the others had reasoned, a marriage alliance with Zhong Chuan was beneficial to Huainan in the current situation, so he did not object.

Given the strength of the Wu state, and with the north unable to intervene, even if they could temporarily repel the Wu army's offensive, they could never hold out forever.

The Dingguang Sword gathered the brilliance of the sun and moon at its tip, hence its name, "Dingguang." A person should be the same: gathering the light of the sun and moon and the spirit of heaven and earth, earning the adoration of all.

He revealed a mouth of sharp, yellow-stained teeth and said with a wide, oily grin, "I am Bai Canglao. Nice to meet you, Brother Muzi." He had called out Li Qiang’s pseudonym in one breath.

I felt a bit embarrassed. I always had the feeling that He Qingshui’s words were directed at me, and I wondered whether I should expose it.

This village in the mountains was planted with many ancient ginkgo trees, which is how it got its name: Ginkgo Village.

That was how I understood and interpreted the meaning behind his actions, which was why, when my mind was clear, I threw myself in without a second thought.

Aside from the reputation Zhao Zhenghui had gained early on by standing in contrast to Zhao Zhengyang’s dull, obese image, and the connections he had made in their social circle, he was currently inferior to Zhao Zhengyang in every other respect.

But this self-doubt was fleeting, especially after the seventh day of Chen Lejia’s passing, when it vanished like smoke.

Only Xia Junfan and I remained, as if we were in a dark, boundless void, facing one another.

I was quite looking forward to Su Yue’e singing for me, so I stared at her, imagining in my mind just how she would sing.

28 to 6! Solomon was almost completely shut out. Li Qiang’s offense was unstoppable; Solomon couldn't defend against a single move and could only hope Li Qiang would miss his shots! But in most cases, Li Qiang still grabbed the rebounds.

After finishing the phone call with Zhu Feiya, Zhou Yi’s mind began to dwell on that damned old man, Hua Yuan, whom he had encountered.

Watching the returning warriors look so pleasantly surprised, Jiang Hai was so curious he couldn't help himself. He quietly called over the honest and gullible Turtle Egg to ask what the mysterious prize was.

"Little brother, you decide. As long as we don't come out at a loss, it's fine. But are we really going to give an offensive spiritual treasure to Lin Dao?" Qin Long, of course, had no objections. But to gift a spiritual treasure to Lin Dao—the cost was a bit too high.

In his heart... perhaps all that remained was boundless darkness and the primal, beastly desires of a caveman... that is, to kill.

Such desperate longing, such arduous waiting—and now, she had actually been the one to personally snuff out their child.

Thinking this, she went downstairs to the living room, only to see Mrs. Sheng sitting on the sofa next to her father.

"Alright, I won't waste any more words on you. You handle the aftermath here!" With that, Old Man Wu soared into the air, clutching his divine spear, and flew away.

Having learned the name of this place from the Three-Tailed Snow Cloud Fox, he realized that despite being in a primitive world where the spiritual energy was twice as dense as the outside, it was still far, far inferior to the mortal realm before the Tribulation of Heavenly Wrath.