31 The Young Lady

In a grand hall, a middle-aged man draped in blue robes collapsed onto a stool, his face deathly pale. He was the deacon of the local branch of the Mercenary Guild.

"Without you, the Yanyu Group would not be where it is today, nor would it have survived the crisis orchestrated by the Zheng Group. Everything the Yanyu Group possesses, you have bestowed upon it. By comparison, all the people of Huaxia should cherish your name even more!" Su Yanyu said with earnest sincerity.

"Ah Yong, stay in the room. I will go down alone!" I strained my ears to listen to the activity downstairs. Hearing the sound of voices, I immediately turned to whisper to Ah Yong.

The muzzles of the guns were aimed at the main road, their triggers ingeniously linked together by a single fishing line.

The Grand Preceptor represented the Tianwu Kingdom in hosting a final banquet at Spring Garden, inviting members from the three academies. Wen Qingye of Qishan Academy was naturally among those invited.

Madam Liu smiled gently. Though she felt a lingering reluctance and a touch of sorrow, she knew that Wen Qingye had changed; he no longer clung to her as he once did, nor did he require her protection as he had in the past.

Suddenly, a large group of people appeared where they had just passed. Wu Shisan walked slowly to the rear, watching as these figures came rushing forward.

The Troll God spoke with arrogance, claiming that the Great Nether God of the Gloomy Underworld was one of the most ancient deities of their realm, possessing strength that surpassed even the Primordial Saint, the Taixu Saint of the Daoist schools, the Western Buddhist sects, and the ancient sage Hongjun.

I silently recited the first form of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, yet the flying sword struck out with an utterly ordinary movement.

"Tell your eldest brother," Mo Huasheng said to Mo Qiao'an, not sparing even a glance for Dongfang Feiyuan, who was gazing at him with infatuation. A mocking curve played upon his lips.

After her impulsiveness left her caught in the awkward, suffocating grip of Yan Jianzhi, much of her temperament had been worn away. Only then did she recall all the virtues of Xia Musheng, realizing that her own desires had truly been too extravagant.

But just as he and Hertz were about to exit the office, Old Man Tang called them back.

***

The renowned Hero Jiang of the Northwest would surely never have achieved his current fame by mere coincidence, had it not been for the support of Dongfang Ruoxue.

"Shh—be quiet. I heard the greatest beauty of the Heavenly Capital has come here to offer incense." The voice was very soft, yet Mu Cheng could vaguely identify it as the one he had just heard.

No sooner had the group touched the ground than the distinct sounds of various skills and weapons clashing filled the air. Clearly, the elite players on both sides had begun probing the Millipede King boss.

Ye Ningning was no ignorant novice; as a reincarnator, she deeply understood the value of these specializations.

"Crack!" The whip snapped crisply in the air, instantly leaving a bloody welt on Chen Ji's body.

It had to be said that Zhang Zheng was an excellent commander. An excellent commander knows how to boost morale when the battle turns unfavorable, and how to inspire soldiers to overcome their shame and fight with courage.

Dongfang Fengfei waved the card in her hand; sure enough, the card surface displayed a balance of over three hundred thousand.

What if they told the village chief, and the chief went back and spread it everywhere? Wouldn't it look as if she, Zi Meng, had dumped Ye Fan?

"It's just a feeling of weakness, constant cold sweats, and a desire to sleep, as if my body has been hollowed out." As the patient spoke bit by bit, she could not help but think of her death in a past life. She seemed to have died just as inexplicably then. At the time, she had not recovered her memories and was merely an ordinary person. In this life, she was determined to find the cause.

Because the other party had now attained the rank of Sovereign, although he had not yet announced his title, the name "Resentful Celestial" was clearly no longer appropriate.

Lin Xinhan had just entered the manor and discovered that it contained a world of its own. This Zhang Manor was even larger than the Forbidden City; it was like the domain of a petty emperor.

The family had already prepared a dairy cow, a gift from Ruoxing. She was relieved to have it, otherwise, she would have been truly troubled about feeding the baby. Thinking of the Great God Sister, she suddenly worried that she might leave once the child was born. Panicked, she pretended to be asleep and closed her eyes, attempting to contact Ruoxing.

***

Zhan Lingtuo drove the car directly into Ailan Castle. As he watched the scenery on both sides of the road, his heart felt like waves crashing against the rocks—all of it filled with the surging emotions of his memories.

Watching the newlyweds pass through the arched flower gates, Ou Lan felt a deep sense of emotion; as she laughed, her eyes filled with a misty veil of tears.

During their descent, Zhan Moxiao held Ou Lan tightly in his arms and reached out to pull the ripcord. A red and blue parachute blossomed, reflecting against the volcanic lava in the night sky with breathtaking beauty.

The next day, she arrived at the shop at eight-thirty. Seeing the dense crowd at the door, her mind went blank. Could it be? Why were these old men and women so eager to buy cheap goods? Was it free?

Originally, Yuan Che had intended to settle down in the valley and then proceed to forge the foundational path for everyone, but he had been unexpectedly captured and brought back.

It was not until twelve o'clock, when the nurse came in to change her second bottle of medication, that she drifted into a hazy wakefulness and discovered that Pei Yibai had not rested at all.

If that were the case, how could he not have reacted even when his sword was unbuckled? Was it not said that military generals were the most vigilant of all?

Yet, his uncle and his family had brought passersby and reporters to openly scheme and force him in front of so many people.

And now, his heart had grown cold and lifeless along with her passing. Thus, he… the flute in his hand was no longer used to play melodies of longing, but to gaze upon the object and remember the person.