Chapter 28: There Must Be a Plot
Qiao Muting drove away from the Military Medical General Hospital and, within ten minutes, parked his car in front of the retirement residence. Laden with bags and gifts, he entered Gu Han Chuan’s hospital room, where the air was thick with the fragrance of gardenias. For a fleeting moment, that scent made him think of someone, involuntarily. While his thoughts wandered, a deep, magnetic voice sounded behind him, “Muting, what brings you here?”
Gu Han Chuan was wheeling himself back in.
“My third sister seems not to have answered my question?” Ye Zhen skillfully avoided her words and instead shifted the focus to interrogate her purpose for coming.
Amidst the chaotic inquiries and the gratitude expressed with several bottles of expensive Jue wine, Shen Xing Wu Ji finally discovered a clue regarding the Lingyin Forest.
“So, what do you mean, little brother?” Chen Guan Xi, an old hand, probed cautiously.
“Once, I saw you as a master of love, and now, look at your fate—who else can you blame?” Ye Shao Xuan advanced step by step towards Li Tian Cheng.
A wild roar erupted; the massive figure soared, slicing through the air and landing in the beast arena. The masked beastman quickly shut the gate.
Due to the grueling training, accidents among team members weren’t uncommon, so the base’s emergency room was well-equipped.
Qi Ming wasted little time and soon returned to Wen’er’s side. Wen’er sat absent-mindedly in Zhang Yang’s room, lost in thought.
Thinking of this, Liang Yan squeezed her legs tightly, preferring to endure a little longer rather than speak unless absolutely necessary. At this moment, she fervently hoped Li Zi Xiao would arrive with Ji Ruo Bing to rescue her—the passing of each second felt like an eternity.
After breaking through to the Sacred Infant realm, Long Xuan led five or six prodigies of similar strength from her clan into the Demonic Origin Void. There, the Blood Legacy was about to commence.
The most terrifying sword is not the enemy’s, but the one in your own hand, the one in your heart. Hatred in the heart is like an invisible blade—not killing the enemy, but slaying the clarity of one’s own soul.
The White Crow bowed respectfully, then turned and leapt from the rooftop, transforming once more into a crow and flying away.
“Don’t worry, I feel it’s a good omen, like suddenly recovering from a serious illness—the whole body feels comfortable.” Teng Jun continued, although she wasn’t certain what she had lost, which left her somewhat frustrated.
“It seems this battle is tougher than imagined. Perhaps I’ll have to use that move. Well, that move was prepared precisely for today.” Seven Prisons murmured, secretly resolving himself.
The return journey differed from the one coming; Tian Dan seemed reluctant to enter the borders of Zhao too soon, so he led the troops along the Ji River, intending to pass through Lixia and Pingyin, then cross Liaocheng to enter the royal territory of Handan.
“My lord, recently, I’ve received overtures from many in the Yan King’s faction at court. It appears they’ve finally recognized the reality.” Wang Shi rose, smiling as he lifted his hand.
“Doggy, how many times have I told you? Go and wash yourself—do you still want to go or not?” Lin Fan said.
At this moment, she could no longer worry about whether the old matriarch would overthink things; she absolutely could not allow Lin Yu Shi to enter the residence.
Here was a vast and open space, presumably the main burial chamber. Strangely, he saw no coffin within.
“This is private? Who sold it to him?” Boss Wei gritted his teeth; this was clearly a challenge to his business.
Unfortunately, his eye for picking people was poor, and his first kill target ended up being Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning wore boots that increased speed by five percent and frequently directed the mantis baby to attack from the side, disrupting the boss’s movement. The boss was doomed.
With that, the man sat beside Wang Zhiying. He had long noticed her presence; after all, her temperament and beauty were far too striking.