Chapter 20

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Since you’ve already lost all shame, I might as well shamelessly wait until the 32M of memory I rented runs out before charging. The supplier is indifferent; this is all there is, take it or leave it.

After the surrounding trees were felled, it let out a furious roar toward the full moon in the sky.

In the dead of winter, all things wither, yet the sea remains calm. Even if it freezes over, one can break the ice to fish and stave off hunger.

Wherever Yun Luo went, people stepped back cautiously, as if afraid to be near the girl.

A flicker of doubt crossed Ming Yu’s eyes. She had been inquiring about this matter for days, even testing it in front of Alan, but ultimately gained nothing.

Sound cards cost nothing—they were salvaged from dismantled machines. Yet Qiao Shan could not let it go. In Zhonghai, an ASUS motherboard like this could fetch 900 yuan easily with no shortage of buyers.

After Yun Luo pushed him, his chest ached fiercely and he lost consciousness. Was she… watching over him all night here?

She applied quality medicine, then wrapped the wound with gauze and tape, helping him lower his long robe.

Sometimes he was grateful they were not blood-related, allowing him to no longer suppress his feelings.

“It’s nothing, just my imagination scaring myself,” Fang Zhengyan said with a somewhat pale face, gradually recovering.

This time, he had desperately suppressed internal news from the Blue family, but unexpectedly the old master still had pawns after all these years. Despite layers of secrecy, he still received news and came straight to the villa upon returning to the country, running into that girl Bai Ranran.

“Eat… eat!” Xia Yurong shyly picked up a spoon and gently fed herself a spoonful of orange pulp, feeling quite embarrassed under so many gazes.

Ning Mo’s mind kept replaying the scene of Bei Luo’s kiss. No matter how she tried to distract herself, it lingered relentlessly, causing her to slip on the stairs and lose control of her body.

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“Where’s Ye Ming?” At that moment, Ouyang Kong realized Ye Ming was missing. Wu Hao also recalled that the two of them had been drunk and Ye Ming had already left.

Having been unconscious for so long, Murong Lian barely remembered. When she saw Mo Ming buy a racing car, she recalled the moment, and Mo Ming was utterly stunned at the announcement.

“Hehe, truly lightning speed, fool!” Leng Xinyu chuckled secretly, her gaze fixed on the second-floor window, where an alluring figure intently watched Ye Ming’s departing back without moving for a long time.

“Are you going to tell Ning Mo just like that? Aren’t you afraid she’ll be hurt?” a boy whispered coldly into Ling Ran’s ear, emotionless.

As the middle-aged man finished delivering the potion to the youth, Ning Mo’s phone suddenly vibrated sharply inside a box in the corner. The buzzing was piercing in the empty room.

How to describe him? His crescent-shaped eyes showed no emotion, deep and mysterious. The aura he carried was indeed complex.

After speaking, the Fire God leapt into the air directly above Nangong Changfeng, then flipped upside down, head down and feet up, pushing his palm onto the crown of Nangong Changfeng’s head with firm precision.

“Looks like you want less from me than from Yi Haonan, right?” Lu Shaoyu could give her anything she desired, but there were things Yi Haonan could not provide.

Chu Jueming deliberately glanced away. From the outside, no one could see inside the car, yet his gaze met He Lu’s cold, mocking eyes. In a flash, He Lu even suspected he had seen her.

The other members of the Ji family paid little attention to the strange tiger that appeared and disappeared mysteriously. Zi Die and Ji Wushuang had no intention of revealing the truth; after all, not everyone could accept that the world had always been one of fantasy.

Lin Yi, leaning against the eaves on the street, curiously observed everything before her. The lively, everyday life of common folk was something she had imagined countless times in her dreams. Now, with such life vividly before her, she remained endlessly fascinated.

“Xu Feng, are you adjusting well to school today?” Since Xu Feng’s return yesterday, his mother’s spirit had improved greatly. Today she even got out of bed to do chores. His father urged her to rest more but was unusually scolded. Seeing Xu Feng return from school, she immediately put down her work and approached with concern.

Ji Yunhua and Xu Shengtian also resolved to stay and continue blocking the royal army. Xu Shengtian lowered his hat slightly, silent. Ji Yunhua, knowing he seldom spoke, spoke on his behalf.

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The hope and anticipation that had just ignited in Chu Hemeng’s heart were instantly extinguished by Xing Haodong’s cold splash of reality.

This treasure chamber was over thirty meters long and wide, packed with all kinds of rare and precious treasures, as well as numerous wooden chests.

By afternoon, the Mystery Sect and Heavenly Sword Sect deployed Dao Foundation Realm and below cultivators to the battlefield, shifting the situation once again. The Mystery Sect focused on the central army, gaining a significant advantage there.

As close comrades fell to enemies, the two sects’ disciples, who had little original grudge, now fought with bloodshot eyes.

“What! You entered the Sealed Battlefield?” Feng Guanyang exclaimed in disbelief, staring at Yi Shuihan. He could hardly imagine a Foundation Establishment cultivator crossing the Sealed Battlefield.

Er Lang searched outside for a long time without finding where You Cun was. He could only rely on instinct. He noticed the opposite shore of the lake was brighter, likely somewhere Er Lang had never encountered a true master since starting out.

“All right, I’ll leave it to you then.” Wang Jin had no better ideas. He couldn’t very well hire a teacher to instruct at the mental hospital—that would surely get him labeled as insane.

The Rainy Night Madman looked fiercely at the silk pajamas being pulled toward him, his expression hardening as he reached out to grab them.

“Really?” Hong Meng’s eyes, bright red, stared at Wang Jin with a mix of disbelief and hope.

One flower name after another flowed from Yi Shuihan’s mouth, like a seasoned gardener who knew every blossom.

“This…” Deng Jiugong was stunned. What was that? In all his years, he had never heard of such a thing.