Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Little Child in the Red Undershirt

We stood there in shock.

Just moments ago, someone had fainted right here—how could they have vanished now?

Dan Sanye grew anxious and started shouting all around, “Sister Keqin, where are you?”

There was no response, not a single echo in the surroundings.

Xu Mile closed his eyes, only to snap them open again, scanning every corner intently.

When we asked what he saw, he shook his head, saying he saw nothing at all.

After he spoke...

As his energy began to flow, Baishanhe entered a meditative state. Just then, behind the altar—unknown to him—a barrier shimmered. With a sharp sound, a black shadow gripped the screen, stretching out like a pool of water and taking the shape of a slender figure. Its entire body was pitch black, with only its eyes visible; its features were impossible to discern.

As for the restaurant chef, details such as their level, signature dishes, or any awards received could be included in the shop’s profile for customers to see.

Facing Baishanhe’s imposing manner, Qin Xuan chose to submit, feigning compliance and revealing every detail Baishanhe wanted to know, without omitting a single word.

Gu Jin found a seat by the window, ordered an iced Americano, and put on her headphones, lowering her head to play with her phone.

He couldn’t recall exactly when he’d begun to have feelings for her. He was reluctant to join the Jiang family because he didn’t want to become her brother.

Anyone could see what kind of day it had been yesterday, with Fu Chen Zhou and Gu Jin together; even a fool could guess the reason.

Compared to its effects, the virtual projector’s price of just two or three thousand yuan was shockingly cheap! Everyone bought it for its incredible value, and the experience of having a whole wall as a screen was simply fantastic.

Yan Shiyu was aloof, but his arm rested naturally on Jiang Tan’er’s shoulder. When he turned to look at her, his eyes were full of tenderness.

After Xia Xin finished drying her hair, Bai Yu closed the shop door and walked her back to her place.

The hooligans standing outside the alley were stunned. When they looked up at their boss again, their eyes brimmed with undisguised fear.

No matter what dangers lay ahead, they had to be faced—and at the same time, one had to strive to grow stronger. If you wanted to obtain better things, you had to have the strength to protect them; otherwise, you’d only become prey for others, at their mercy.

As for what Xiong Shi said about his safe return being thanks to Lan Ruoxin’s regard for him, he didn’t take it to heart.

After a long rest, Yerudu finally managed to stand, and with Uchiha Madara’s support, reached Tigula.

Back then, I really wanted to say yes to her, because all I could think about were the innocent and beautiful days we shared in our first year.

An investment of fifteen million diamond points wasn’t too much of a loss; at the very least, what Ling Xiao gained was far more useful than those diamond points just sitting there.

Her heart skipped a beat. What should she do? This couldn’t be discovered by a third person. Besides, the trip ahead was full of danger—if Kellen got involved, it was the last thing she wanted.

Feipeng was a loyal man. Hearing Chonglou utter such blasphemous words, he was instantly filled with rage! Yet, at the crucial moment, he managed to compose himself.

A drop of cold sweat slid down. Sasuke shouted, “I’m sorry!” and darted away at lightning speed.

During this, Second Brother and Silly Brother acted like a pair of sycophants, eagerly massaging and pounding Master Wu’s shoulders and hands, terrified that the old man would lose his temper with them.

As for Demon Lord, there was no need to say more—his invincible constitution granted him terrifying powers of recovery. Injuries like these meant nothing to the two of them.

“Oh my, oh my, if I meet that fortune teller again someday, I must thank him properly…” Xue Qiong adjusted her glasses and said with a smile.

After the two qilins descended from Lingjiu Peak, Kuang Tu summoned a phantom demon and had his soul slave spit out the golden puppet captured from the three-armed evil god.