Volume One, Chapter 40: Beneath the Quilt, Beyond the Quilt

She was just a little afraid that he would discover those two candies, and even less dared to imagine how he would react if he did. Seven or eight days ago, he sensed a familiar thread of fate drawing near. Having just returned to Tianxin Abyss after years of wandering, he set off northward immediately to pursue it.

Feng Kuzi, after careful consideration, had already deduced from these events that the young man beside Yang Mi was most likely the scion of some mysterious family.

Seeing that, after just a few days, the leopard and the giant crocodile had grown even more ferocious and formidable in appearance, Lu Feng sighed inwardly. He thought to himself that if either of them were to swallow that treasure...

Liu Weiwei subconsciously moved closer to Xu Kun, though she hadn’t yet decided what she wanted to say to him. She had only taken out that photo to provoke him a little, but, unexpectedly, Xu Kun had advised her to focus her mind instead.

Judges in the Tribunal had seen every sort of party before; after reviewing the materials and glancing at both sides today, they could already tell which side lacked propriety.

Di Qing handed over two hundred yuan and the keys to Long Wu, then waited for him to fetch the car.

Chen Tian immediately seized Chen Tang’s arm, preventing her from acting rashly, and looked to Lu Feng for approval.

The players now able to enter the New World were all elites from various countries, none of whom lacked money. When buying pet equipment, they would certainly only choose the best.

“We understand,” You Zhipei and I nodded to our master, then headed to our rooms.

Beneath the parasol tree, Hao Yang had already refined the Spirit-Guiding Pill needed by Qian Jizi and, at the same time, made several batches of common pills for Luo’er—ones to restore inner strength, to heal wounds, and so on; he had prepared several furnaces of each.

Jiang Ling expressed his suspicions. In his memory, the enemy’s courage and skill in battle had left a deep impression.

“Zhou Jiajia passed away in the hospital yesterday morning,” I replied to Jiang Weiwei, my face heavy with sorrow.

Moreover, the Red Dragon Sect had resolved the crisis at the Myriad Treasures Gathering. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Barbarian Tribe’s people had, in fact, flourished.

Not to mention her—even Lang Zhan himself didn’t know the reason. If one had to find a difference, perhaps it was that, unlike the others, he never showed the slightest hint of panic from beginning to end.

They all became mere observers, watching the various brutal scenes unfolding around them. The seven or eight young people had been quite frightened at first, but seeing the eight old men in front of them so calm, their own inner turmoil gradually settled.

Shuangxi, seeing Shen Songming in good spirits, thought that no matter how much Pei Qin demanded in betrothal gifts or how difficult her requests, their young master would not be angered. Thinking it was tricky, he handed him the letter.

As for what it was, Xie Chang hadn’t said, but judging by the look on the old lady’s face, it must have been something upon which the very survival of the Xie family depended.

“Xia Wanting, where are you, where are you?” I muttered softly, scanning the surroundings, as tears of sorrow streamed down my cheeks.

Sha Bei was extremely nervous. Here she came, here she came! He straightened his clothes and tie one last time, stood upright, his shoes adding five centimeters to his height. He only worried that if she arrived in high heels, it would be truly awkward.

“Uh…” The other compliments, Lockhart accepted shamelessly, but Liz, already well acquainted with his ways, offered only sarcasm in hers.

Xia Hongsheng nodded, left the manuscript, and the two of them left the newspaper office together and returned home.

“Yes, yes—we’re assassins, after all… Assassins who use the underhanded methods of people from another world.” Well, with that said, it’s clear whose idea this crude, yet still better than a family charging in head-on, plan was.

It was impossible to have Yang An simply follow the original; he was a perfectionist about every variety show and would never allow such poor reviews.

A searing pain caused Sun Wukong to scream, clutching his wounded head and smashing it against the rocks, causing utter chaos all around as Zha Yanzi gathered her love for him.

Le Zhengyu was overjoyed in his room. He was arranging his clothes, and thanks to his spatial storage device, he had brought quite a lot—far more than his wardrobe could hold.

And luck wasn’t bad—this gas station also had a fuel tanker parked there, with enough diesel for the Marauders to reach their first safe zone.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Wulin realized he could once again control his soul power and blood energy. Instinctively, he rolled over and sat up. Apart from a lingering dizziness, everything had returned to normal.

“What a pity! Only one step away! But that move, the Chaotic Immortal Flight, was truly breathtaking!” Licojade clasped her hands to her chest as if in prayer.

Feeling the force behind this strike, Lin Feng did not panic. Instead, excitement flashed in his eyes. In all his previous battles, whether against Chen Leopard or Chen Tiger, he had never felt pressured enough to go all out.

“I understand. But I can still remember you—your figure, your singing—they are etched in my heart,” Nightingale said with a smile.

After Tian Xunzi departed, Nan Feng took out the cinnabar jar, removed the wooden stopper, and poured in wine, for cinnabar had to be mixed with alcohol, not water.

“Let me take a look at you first.” Lin Yong gazed intently into Tu Ying’s eyes. “I never noticed before—your pupils have a faint shade of blue.” His gaze was so deep, as if seeking to look into the depths of her soul.

Chen Xu and Sun Yanjie, about to leave the bedroom to grant Liu Haibin and his suffering sweetheart their moment, paused at those words.

Through the tightly locked reinforced glass door, Lin Yong saw that the cell was very simple. Aside from a bamboo mat and a toilet, there was only a man lying on the mat with his back to them.

Xin Tian was startled, hastily suppressing his inner agitation and working hard to calm his impulses.