Volume One, Chapter 21: A Kiss

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Shen Fei forced a faint smile and nodded at Jin Yexuan to indicate he should sit down, then she and Shuni also took their seats on the single sofas.
"What’s wrong, Yaoyao?" Xiao Yichen turned to look at Gong Yuyao; Yang Feixue and Liang Ziyan also turned their attention to her, uncertain of what she intended to say.
We had agreed to go to Provence in France together someday, though you actually preferred to visit Notre-Dame in Paris, but because of my stubbornness, you had to agree. However, I never made it, and even our plan to watch a tragic Korean film at the cinema together never came to fruition.
The evening weather was no longer hot; the school’s fountain sprayed water gracefully, with many university students playing nearby, while others strolled out beyond the campus grounds.
At this moment, I felt like a running child beneath a dark cloud, without an umbrella, forced to dash forward desperately. Though the path ahead was unclear and full of obstacles, I would not halt my steps. Under the gloomy sky, only by pressing forward with all my might could I hope to find my rightful place.
Beyond thirty-three days, only those of the highest celestial rank could enter; without Guang Chengzi’s guidance, Zuanxu was utterly unqualified to set foot in this realm.
After finishing dinner, it was already half past three in the afternoon. Yan Che needed to visit the Yan family’s laboratory on the outskirts of C City. Gu Fei happened to want to go to the supermarket and planned to prepare a special meal later to make up for a child named Tuanzi.
Qin Luo once again used water to meld all things, locating Labu, Lujiu, and others, then arranged for them to rendezvous at the White Sea.
Outside, the weather was gloomy, the sky heavy and sullen, casting a dismal mood over the scene.
“So what does any of this have to do with me?” I felt as if I were about to be slaughtered at any moment.
Take the Shadow faction, for example: though commanding only five thousand troops, they occupied land spanning five million square miles.

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Compared to before, Li Yang could now effortlessly discern the words above, no longer feeling the soul-crushing pressure from reading the script.
The pearly flesh on the ground writhed like jade, and one protrusion curled like a tongue, swallowing Zheng Xian’s arm along with the Satan armor, twisting tightly. Drops of liquid oozed from the flesh, gradually seeping into the armor.
Even within the Abyssal Army, which had grown numb to the poisonous contamination, human nature remained unchanged—who could truly remain indifferent?
Lin Zheng, having not gone to fetch Lisha, took out the half of the Reincarnation Mirror and casually tossed it aside. With a clear “clang!” the mirror hit the ground, and as the sound spread, Lisha, who looked sorrowful moments before, suddenly had a radiant gleam shine in her eyes.
Wang Huaren’s muttered criticisms went unheard, and even if he did hear them, he wouldn’t care—at least, not enough to lose control on the spot. He was more focused on plotting how to deal with his enemies later, showcasing his cunning.
Master Cang Kong sighed deeply, his expression turning wan and frail. The radiance around him flickered uncertainly; only faint glimmers remained on the Sumeru Formation embroidered on his sleeves. His feet hovered like a shadow, as if he might vanish from this space at any moment—a stark contrast to his previous majestic bearing.
Li Hu’s eyes scanned the surroundings, and he suddenly charged toward Ren Feifei. Yet before reaching her, he stopped abruptly as a young man appeared in front of Ren Feifei.
Therefore, the next morning, when the newly appointed Prefect of Changmen knocked on his door, he felt no surprise at all.
Among the million-strong army, many were unruly wanderers difficult to control, posing a serious challenge to the sect’s stability. Although the Soul Lock talisman restrained the leaders of these wanderers, internal conflicts easily sparked splits within the cult, leading to its decline.
In an instant, the Moon Worship Sect leader was struck; his soul trembled violently, causing his power to spiral out of control.
“Human history?” Makado Wuxu didn’t know what Mozhe wanted to say, but he didn’t mind listening. Though he was curious about Mozhe’s resurrection, he held his tongue.

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At dawn, Gao Yong sent over all the regulations relating to the imperial examinations. Learning that the Princess Royal had been summoned by the Empress Dowager, he waited inside the hall.
If Emperor Qitai found out that at such a critical moment, just as Prince Chahar was about to visit, he was roaming the capital in disguise with Jiayi, he would likely scold him. Yet compared to Jiayi’s anticipation, such reprimand seemed trivial.
Jiang Jun listened to Rumei’s soft, sweet words, his heart stirred uncontrollably. Glancing around to ensure no one was near, he grabbed her hand and led her under a large poplar tree, pushed her gently against it, and bent down to kiss her deeply.
His every word caused Zhao Wan’er’s eyes to widen in disbelief, and a wave of embarrassment overwhelmed her, tears streaming down instantly.
But as the Ice Crystal Beast made this move, its body suddenly collapsed, shattering into fragments of ice on the ground, unable to rise again.
With a casual squeeze downward, the old monster’s mind was filled with furious curses, and he quickly hid beneath the covers again.
According to Xu Che and the others, the path they intended to take was completely engulfed in war; traveling that road would inevitably bring them into the heart of the battle.