Volume 1, Chapter 62: Many People, Little Land

At ninety years old, Lax is a Wolf Prize laureate. The elderly man has lost his mobility and can only deliver his speech sitting in a wheelchair.

The beginning was beautiful, but it could not withstand the hardships of the world, and in the end, everything faded away in the passage of time.

She did not want him to continue. Gu Junwei perceived her thought, yet turned to look at her with phoenix eyes that were devoted and serene. Suddenly smiling, he said, "So, Yun'er, you see, I, whom the world calls the God of War, actually had such a weak and impotent time as well."

He dismissed those dangerous thoughts, such as finding an opportunity to catch and sell her—these ideas carried too much risk, and his paramount concern right now was self-preservation.

Originally, he had thought that Lin Xiao would likely be overshadowed and crushed when performing opposite Wang Pengfei and veteran actors, but he never expected Lin Xiao's acting skills to be so exquisite.

Yet even after she finished speaking, the man beside her continued to watch her. His brows had relaxed, though there was still no smile on his face, and those beautiful phoenix eyes remained deep and inscrutable.

However, her intuition told her that there must be some hidden mystery behind this Taoist priest coming to perform a Buddhist and Daoist ritual for Chongzhi.

The difficulty lay in the fact that the other party had already refused. To make them accept again required not only resolving those people's concerns about saving face, but also navigating the pre-existing allocation principles within the institutional system.

There had been no such mischievous troublemakers in the village before, nor had they drunk like this that time, so Bai Yu had not prepared any hangover pills. Watching him drink like this made her somewhat anxious, yet when she wanted to drink, Huo Yunting was unwilling. Bai Yu had no choice but to suppress her feelings and remain silent.

Turning her gaze, on the bar's television, Interstellar Post host Liu Lu appeared on the screen. Following the opening remarks, she introduced the program's guests one by one: Xue Shenshi, Zhou Meng, and Shu Ling.

There had even been media reports and rumors suggesting its ultimate fate would be taxidermy or dissection, but when the official notice was finally released, it was actually buried instead—reportedly by order of higher authorities.

Yue Qianlong wanted to speak, but she could no longer produce a sound. As her field of vision darkened, she was already wrapped into an airtight silken chrysalis.

Yet now, his perspective was shaken. Since Yang Ying could ruthlessly murder Jiang Kun, who could guarantee that Yang Ying would not do something to harm Guo Peng in the future?

From the stone bridge all the way to the core area—this vast expanse constituting the southern half of the Peacock Royal City—was basically uninhabited, filled entirely with dilapidated, empty houses.

Could it be that Xi Feifei had never forgotten Xi Yishen and had always wanted to claim her own husband?

As he spoke, he inadvertently stared at Qian Xiti, catching the trace of remorse in Qian Xiti's eyes. And this shred of regret proved that Qian Xiti had deliberately leaked the matter. Wei Yunting was an old fox of many years' cultivation, the kind who understood everything at a single glance.

The fifth little one had run off to god knows where; inside the spirit palace, besides the laughter of a few little pups, there were only the desperate, frantic shouts of the couple.

If Su Yanyan and Xi Feifei were quarreling together, she would definitely lean toward Xi Feifei; however, if a conflict arose between Xi Yishen and Xi Feifei, she could not claim she would side with Xi Yishen, but she certainly would not favor Xi Feifei either.

"I'm not sleepy, and besides, this fire still needs someone to watch it." Chi Yu reached out and gently guided A Qi's head onto his lap. Sure enough, within a moment, A Qi fell asleep.

"Asagi-chan, I have some understanding of your Divine Gift. Although it currently manifests as the ability of domination, awe-inspiring majesty is actually an ability similar to a primeval stone." Black Rabbit's expression turned serious when she mentioned Asagi's Gift.

"Bang!" Early the next morning, just as Xiaoming had gotten up and was enjoying breakfast served by Leticia, Izayoi—who had been busy all night alongside Ren—returned. Judging purely by the forceful way he opened the door, his mood was likely far from good.

The Deadly Protector nodded and took a step back, gesturing for the elderly servant to step forward and deal with these two fellows.

"What's wrong? Don't you know yet? He's still unconscious and babbling incoherently, and the hospital can't find anything wrong with him. What on earth did you do?" It was Li's father speaking, his expression gloomy enough to frighten people; it seemed the matter was quite serious.

The more she thought about it, the more bewildered Shen Jiejie felt. What possible reason could cause her family to spare no expense in befriending him? This left Shen Jiejie completely baffled for the moment, but regardless of anything else, at the very least, this young man's background was extraordinary.

"Aha! Hearing Brother Nie's words truly delights Liao's heart. I wonder if Brother Nie would be willing to accompany me?" Liao Yunfang flashed a knowing smile, leaving Nie Tian speechless. This guy couldn't possibly be planning to visit a pleasure house, could he?

Instantly, the might gathered in Ximen Ao's palm increased by several notches. In an instant, a violent gale whipped up around the Abyss Ancient Sword, directly sweeping the ancient weapon up into the air.

Nie Tian closed his eyes and listened intently. The melody of the zither made him feel as though everything had returned to a state of peace, as if towering mountains and flowing rivers had all frozen still, unwilling to disturb the person playing. At this moment, everyone was completely immersed in the music.

Just as Lin Yi withdrew his military saber, Zhao Ruozhi felt an immediate sense of relief around his neck. He opened his eyes again, but Lin Yi was already gone.

This scorching radiance pierced through Kamijou Touma's shoulder, leaving behind a shocking, gaping wound.

Qianqian, however, caught sight of Lin Hao lying on the ground nearby. She was startled at first, and then a wave of immense joy welled up in her heart.

Seeing Jiang Yue's somewhat shy expression, Pei Jiqing immediately joked with her in this manner.

Moreover, Pei Jiqing looked so young and was not yet married with children, yet his career could be this successful?!

I sat across from him, wanting to play with my phone, but felt it might be inappropriate. Bored to death, I finally picked up my chopsticks and forced myself to finish a bowl of rice.

When Linglong saw Su Yu, it was as if she had laid eyes on a heavenly deity; her eyes brimmed with tears as she cried out to him.

She certainly possessed this confidence, which allowed Lu Jing to finally rest easy. He watched her get into the car and drive away until he could no longer see her or the vehicle, before turning back, getting into his own car, and hurrying toward the detective agency.

If she really let herself be driven away now—good grief, she would never show this person a pleasant expression again in the future.

Jiang Yue lowered her eyes to look at Pei Jiqing's face. After a moment of thought, she evaded Pei Jiqing's hand, put on her slippers herself, and then headed to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Fang Sunyao had already roughly grasped the course of events. Now, he wanted to have a brief conversation with Jing Ying to see if the latter truly had some psychological issues.