Volume 1, Chapter 39: I Am So Frail, I Shall Wait for Zhou Cong to Save Me

Outside, Xie Song prepared to follow into the courtyard when Mother Jiang suddenly rushed over, collapsing in front of him.

Xie Song frowned, stepping over her to continue inside, but Mother Jiang reached out and grabbed his leg. "Young man, please, help me up first..."

Xie Song was delayed for a moment, but realizing something was wrong, he immediately pushed Mother Jiang aside and kicked the courtyard gate open with a bang.

"Miss!"

He ran inside and searched every corner, but found not a soul. All he saw on the ground was a familiar chocolate candy.

Ye Qiaojiao was in trouble!

Xie Song reacted instantly and turned back to grab Mother Jiang, who was wailing, "Yao-yao, where is my Yao-yao..."

Ye Qiaojiao woke up in a dizzy state, and her first...

Qin Wan’s gaze shifted between Li Yaru and Wang Zhigao. Whatever she saw, her smile became enigmatic and increasingly thought-provoking.

Many students were furious upon hearing this, but comparing their own strength to the challenge, many had to swallow their anger, fearing that a rash entry would not only lead to a public defeat but also cost them a hundred contribution points.

"Can you eat properly? The way you're acting, it feels like I’ve done something to you," Xu Sansheng said indifferently while eating.

Lin Yumai’s tone was full of underworld bravado; although she had become a boss running her own company, she still retained much of the rough, street-smart demeanor from her days in the gang.

Present in the room, both the Confucian scholars on the left side of the conference table and the strategists on the right could not help but be shocked.

As for whether Xu Sansheng was hiding any trump cards? That could be ruled out from the moment he was discovered; if he had any real hidden power, he wouldn't have ended up in such a state fighting a Wind-Howling Tiger.

In her past life, she had always felt that Qin Jiao had stolen her rightful place as the primary wife, and she had constantly found ways to bully her.

Since entering university, she had always been timid and submissive. If makeup could make her look this beautiful, why hadn't she covered up that birthmark sooner?

Just like basic guidance techniques, breathing methods, and certain medicinal pills, the government allowed those with the ability to exchange for them—provided, of course, that one registered and applied for the necessary authorization.

"But it is indeed because of you that I survived." The hunter, Shu Tian, blinked naively at Mu Ai, hoping to win his favor.

After so many years of life-and-death companionship, how could Zheng Zhong not understand Ruyi’s true feelings? As for Ruyi’s ambiguity, it was merely a reflection of Zheng Zhong’s own attitude, though he had his own thoughts on the matter.

The people in the room were all martial arts masters; whether they were newcomers to the world or long-renowned figures, they were all characters who could not be ignored. Most of them did not believe in ghosts, yet at this moment, they were forced to believe.

"Burning Lamp, you are still struggling in vain; it is truly ridiculous," the Yamantaka King sneered.

Furthermore, Su Yusheng did not look very well; beads of sweat were forming on a face that was usually calm and composed.

At this moment, the guards on the city gate wore resolute expressions, as if they had seen such situations many times before. Yet, upon closer inspection, one could see the hands of many guards gripping their weapons trembling, with hints of nervousness flashing in their eyes from time to time.

After the Nascent Soul appeared, it gave Zheng Zhong a venomous look before a flash of black light covered its body, and it suddenly vanished.

Then, the silver light barrier burst apart, and as the silver light dissipated, a beautiful figure emerged.

Yuyu turned the spirit wheel in her hand, and a gentle breeze wrapped around Ling Jian, lifting him up. That wind was filled with spiritual energy and comfort; within a few breaths, Ling Jian’s wounds were gone, and he had returned to his peak state.

The young man broke into a cold sweat and said repeatedly, "No, no, Young Master Du, you’ve misunderstood. I haven’t seen much money, so I was just curious. Please don't take offense." He realized that in the current situation, even if Young Master Du didn't give him a single cent, what could he possibly do?

However, no one managed Lu Yiming’s livestream. Even Tuan Tuan and Mozi streamed whenever they wanted, and whether there were any issues was a matter to be discussed only after the broadcast ended.

The two of them barely spoke on the way. When they arrived at the company, Chu Xinghe did not hand the car keys to Chen Luoxi, and she did not ask any questions.

Since arriving in this world, she had indeed not collected any intelligence, or rather, she had absolutely no interest or intention to do so.

Yushi Kai sought out two sect leaders with whom he had a good relationship: Mo Chunyang of the Tianhua Sect and Wuyou Zi of the Chensi Sect.

The scene of Li Xingyun finding the headquarters, only to be beaten black and blue by the Unofficial Guards venting their anger while he refused to fight back, confirmed what was said today.

As gunfire rang out continuously, rows of Dashun soldiers fell to the ground. The Zhunlong soldiers then ruthlessly stepped over these corpses, continuing their pursuit again and again.

As a result, to the eyes of others, the scene in the area around Whitebeard appeared to be constantly rippling like the surface of water.

However, Chen Luoxi was conflicted inside, feeling a bit angry that Chu Xinghe hadn't done anything.

Bang, bang, bang, bang... Countless shadow clones popped like ignited firecrackers, yet none of them ever touched Naruto’s true body.

"You've suffered during this time." Only after Gong Yuchen finished his show of affection did he let go of Jiang Qiaoer. His originally cool, thin lips left a burning heat that even he could feel.

"Is there something you need?" Ouyang Lian smiled faintly at the lead man, but this seemingly harmless smile was more terrifying than a fierce expression.

Mu Wanqing did not answer. Her life had been far more tumultuous than Zhong Ling’s; had she never seen such delicacies? Under normal circumstances, she would naturally be greedy, but now, at the thought of that man, she had no appetite at all.

"Since you have revealed your true face, I cannot face you like this either!" Xuanyuan Xiao said, removing the appearance of an old man he had worn for years, revealing his dashing, handsome self to Mo Lan.

"So you really came." Mu Yefeng murmured, his tone full of helplessness. He didn't even need to think to know who was knocking at the door; he found the person extremely annoying.

"The Mohists are not here, so there is no need for me to leave. I will take you to find some delicacies in Mo City!" Although they were all cultivators, the Demon race also had appetites; after all, they lived more freely.

"There is a cafe ahead. The wind is too strong here; shall we go inside to talk?" Qu Nangue tucked away the strands of hair blown about by the wind.

Watching the figure walk further and further away, Shangguan Zixuan, sensing that he had been toyed with, turned black with rage. He never expected that he would fall for someone else's trap just like that. Since that was the case, he had no other choice but to take things one step at a time; at worst, he would just take a taxi home.

That night, Shi Xi flipped through the thick stack of papers, unable to sleep all night. Outside the window, the night was thick and lonely, and she slowly leaned her body against the chair, her eyes cold and indifferent.