Thirty-five

Zhang Yu, with a towel draped over his head, emerged to see Qin Yan staring at his own hands like a fool, chuckling to himself every now and then.

He could see that Baldy Wei’s thunder-fire was refined from the essence of the five metals, while the wood element was as supple as a willow branch, impervious to metal’s cutting edge. As it shot into the sea of thunder, the violent divine bolts touched it and instantly grew calm, ceasing their chain explosions.

She had never received a systematic education, but her natural talent, combined with her diligence, more than made up for it.

For a fragmented soul like Bi Zhenzhen to be reincarnated, it was impossible for her to become human. Even if one were to personally guide her into a human vessel, she would only become insane or dim-witted. It would be necessary to use spiritual medicine to solidify her soul, reshape her spiritual body, and nurture it for sixty years before she could be sent to reincarnate and truly become human.

Seeing Chen Wei sitting in the passenger seat, head bowed as he typed a WeChat message, Han Ting really wanted to lean over and see who he was messaging.

Chen Fan was furious. They had agreed on five hundred years of hard labor as a loyal villain, after which he could be promoted to a protagonist and enjoy the perks. He never expected the damn system to break its word, silently dumping him into this urban world—which seemed to be a "Return of the Dragon King" story—and trying to trick him into being the villain all over again.

She believed that silicon-based chips would eventually be phased out, and there was no need to waste time researching them.

However, the online shops run by the students were mainly for selling game card top-ups or phone credit.

The sunlight brought warmth, and after accumulating all morning, the weather turned slightly sultry; in such weather, neither too hot nor too cold, there was a sudden sense of spring blossoms in the air.

"What is that supposed to mean, Officer Wong?" Zheng Jirong walked over to their booth, squeezed the person beside Fan Shuwa aside, and plopped down next to her.

"Er... Brother Zheng." Seeing Zheng Jirong, Fang Min felt a bit nervous. So this car belonged to Brother Zheng; she had assumed it was just parked there by a passerby.

The Song Dynasty envoy, having narrowly escaped with his life, let out a sigh of relief. He had thought that even if he didn't die today, he would at least lose a layer of skin; he never expected the Liao to be so reasonable.

I was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond to Yu Bingqing, or even how to answer my senior sister.

After finishing the bird's nest porridge, Lady Min planned to take Jian Ruonan and Jian Xilu to visit the Duke of Ping’s estate. Before leaving, Jian Ruonan went to the old matriarch’s courtyard to pay her respects.

Under Jian Ruonan’s grand claims, the new energy project she described, once implemented, would lead the Great Xia into an industrial revolution and the age of steam in no time.

Liao Zihui really did keep up, and he didn't seem to be struggling either. His explanation was that he carried spiritual artifacts for travel, but if he were truly a novice, could he manipulate such artifacts with such ease?

On the Pipa Pavilion, there were over a dozen seats. Dai Zong selected a clean spot, had Li Shimin take the head seat, and sat opposite him. To their left and right were Yuchi Gong and Li Kui, while Cheng Yaojin and Li Qing sat across from each other.

The spring afternoon was not as scorching as midsummer, making the banquet set out on the threshing floor quite pleasant. The expansive view was refreshing, and it offered a chance to experience the pastoral scenery up close.

At the entrance of the building, a considerable crowd had gathered, as if waiting for something. Perhaps having waited too long, the reporters looked like withered grass, sitting listlessly on the ground in various poses, forming a strange, striking sight.

Lian Aotian was fuming. Nuo Fei'er gave Hai Lan a smug smile, as if to say that Lian Aotian would grow to loathe Ye Hailan more and more, without her even needing to resort to any schemes.

"Do you know what I hate most about you?" Meng Xingchen spat out a mouthful of mud and blood.

Mo Xuan did not want Le Le to use the child to threaten him. He had never liked children and wanted to enjoy their life as a couple. The Mo family had also made it clear that they wanted the grandson and not him; to them, he was just an outsider. Was it easy for him?

"Zhize, do you think the new emperor will cause us trouble in the future?" Regarding what lay ahead, I couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of anxiety.

"I wonder how Ruestan is doing. I’m truly worried for them." Now that Nisi had escaped danger, she began to worry about her companions.

"I... I, just going out for a stroll." One might ask: wearing a pink suit jacket over a white skirt set, with pink high heels and a handbag, how does that look like going for a stroll?

As Bassolem sprayed holy water onto the face of the wraith, the other three blocking the ghouls were nearly exhausted. Rei’s magic had initially suppressed the ghouls' offensive, but at such close range, a mage could not fully utilize their advantages and could only struggle to dodge the ghouls' attacks.

However, deep down, something was destined to remain forever on this blood-stained land.

Now that the generation of Ning Shoucheng had hit a snag, if the generation of Ning Xu also ran into trouble, the Ning family would truly be on the decline.

Now, as Su Hairong listened to Su Meng sobbing about how she missed him, he felt a strange, unpleasant sensation in his heart, but what could he do?

Hearing these words from Dugu Liang, the uncomprehending Dugu Tian became even more furious. He could not understand how there could be anything in this world more important than his younger brother’s life.

Speaking of this, Chen Junde paused and asked: "But to be sincere, Beile, you must tell me: how did you know Longhua Mountain was my stronghold, and why do you know my current situation in Kaiyuan City so clearly?"

Seeing the axe, Yin Zhaotian knew that if he were struck, he would likely be cleaved in two. He instantly swung his precious blade, a shocking ray of light shooting into the sky before slashing down at the giant axe shadow.

"Talk to your mother! If you’ve got guts, tell me where you are right now!" Song Xiaotian’s tone was calm, as if nothing were wrong, but Xu Cong on the other end felt like devouring his flesh. Before Song Xiaotian even finished speaking, Xu Cong began to curse foully.

After hanging up, Song Xiaotian suddenly felt that the situation might be taking a turn for the worse, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what had gone wrong.

After days and nights of hard work, by noon the next day, everyone had finally been transported away. Lin Fei promised them he would come to visit in a while, then returned to the villa, exhausted, and fell asleep without another word.