Chapter 37

To tell the truth, Guo Qingyun felt deeply unsettled. Aside from her father and brother, this was the first time she had ever held a man’s arm in such a manner. Her heart began to beat wildly, beyond her control; she dared not look up at Liu Mingqing, clinging tightly to his arm instead to keep him from pulling away.

It was mid-April by the solar calendar. That morning, I rose and took a drop of the Three-Day Insect Repellent; it tasted like lard mixed with honey. With this elixir in my system, no insect dared come near me. I grabbed a sickle and a lighter and headed up the mountain.

Without needing to think, Lin Xue knew it was Ruan Hui’s doing. As proud as she was, she had ultimately chosen not to resort to extreme measures, so perhaps, deep down, she was still kind?

Yet, her expression clearly betrayed a hint of disdain and pity: how could someone of such refinement stoop to such base actions?

Hearing that voice, so young and yet so familiar, I knew at once it was Tongtong. She told me that all of this was merely an illusion. I had always trusted Tongtong’s words, and I snapped my eyes open.

In the past, with so many clues laid out before me, I surely would have jumped up to seize Situ Ruhai. But now, I had become meticulous and patient. Perhaps after suffering so many setbacks, even a fool learns to be clever.

This big scoundrel—his words were always so venomous. Every time he spoke, it left him feeling thoroughly annoyed, yet unable to find a way to refute him.

Jiu Cheng suddenly spoke up, “Check the combat log!” The moment the words left his lips, everyone had a sudden realization.

After the papers were collected, about half an hour passed before the question sheets for the second examination were distributed.

At the time, Tian Qing had left the estate before the banquet began due to other matters. Before departing, he had caught a glimpse of Su Mu, but his attention had been entirely focused on Yun Qing.

Abandoned since birth, wandering the world in solitude, yet fundamentally out of place with everything in it. One could neither alter that beginning nor determine this ending.

Meanwhile, Katherine continuously utilized the computer she had brought to hack into local traffic cameras and other systems, searching for traces of Theo.

Furthermore, Yang Yong’an knew he lacked the energy to improve so much wasteland, so he focused primarily on tending to the six acres of land the family already possessed.

I know not how much time had passed when Yue Li slowly regained consciousness. Her cold, indifferent eyes were clouded with mist, and everything around her seemed blurred.

When the tanks rolled over the American defensive lines, crushing the soldiers beneath them into a pulp of flesh and bone, the American will to resist collapsed in an instant.

Shao Wen helped her into the car and drove straight to the farmhouse she had described, supporting her to the door to knock.

Before he could ponder it further, a dull ache radiated from the back of his head. The world turned black, and the memories from just before he lost consciousness flooded his mind.

And so, taking advantage of their time in the backyard, the children decided on the plan to go catch crabs.

Students living in the city, dressed neatly with clean hands and feet, would arrive at the classroom early, setting up charcoal braziers under their desks and hiding snacks in their drawers. The rural students, their hair covered in frost, became the easy targets for their mockery and ridicule, suffering no small amount of humiliation.

Thus, after an indeterminate amount of time, they had finally waited for Yue Li’s return. Naturally, they would not let her go back to the Wolf Clan easily—especially after seeing her frail state upon her return, they were even more unwilling to let her go.

Naturally, she did not forget to bring her curved blade, along with the various bottles and jars in her satchel. This time, however, they did not contain medicine for soothing throats or aiding digestion.

Hearing him say this, the disciples felt as if a heavy stone had been lifted from their hearts; they immediately escorted Zhao Kuai toward the abbot’s chamber.

In the case of Huang Guangyu’s Gome brand, the entire process—from setting the trap to closing the net—had taken over a year.

Hearing me say this, Alice wore an expression that suggested I was talking nonsense, shrugging her shoulders with a helpless sigh.

As the Minister of Intelligence, Ying Zai bore the greatest responsibility for the loss of the six golden warships right under his nose. Particularly since the enemy had assembled three hundred god-tier experts, the fact that he hadn’t caught a single whisper of such a massive operation was a grave issue.

However, when the third four-line verse emerged, a surge of inner resonance began to erupt.

Although it was a damaged magical artifact, it was still far superior to ordinary implements. What truly caught Mu Yi’s eye was the unbreakable nature of the long blade.

Determined to see it through, Master Ge was desperate to drag Lu Chong all the way to Rui Capital; only then could he feel a modicum of safety.

Using his spiritual power to stabilize his form, Wang Saniu began his preliminary infiltration. The deeper he descended, the wider the cavern became, and the intensity of the fire element grew ever stronger. Now, he felt as if he were standing inside an active volcano. The rich fire elements scorched his entire body until it was burning hot.

Just as Xuanyuan pulled Xin’er aside, his vigilance rising to its peak, an aged voice drifted from the box above. At the same time, a soul entity slowly materialized before the three of them.

The primary stage is refining essence into energy; the intermediate stage is refining energy into spirit. The Moon-Devouring Fox, with its mere beastly form, had pushed through the primary stage and entered the Heart-Stirring Period—the initial phase of refining energy into spirit—and had been smugly proud ever since.

Yang Yunxi’s words were less of a consultation with Zhu Li and more of a decision already made. It was merely a symbolic gesture to speak of it at all.

“The gatekeeper said he heard noises in my courtyard, yet the woman at the gate claimed she saw no one enter or leave. I feared they might break in and disturb my rest,” Hu Fangrou said in a soft, gentle tone, which only served to fuel Magistrate Hu’s rage.