57 A Deleted City
“Leave now. Our clan does not welcome you. Go at once.” Wawa, anger flashing in her eyes, directly drove him away.
The man who received her words only smiled more deeply, reaching out with tender affection to gently tousle her hair.
Recalling this moment sent a shiver through me. After I ate that pastry, I seemed to see Xu Changsheng and Ren Yingying exchange a glance. When Ren Yingying looked back at me, her smile was even brighter.
Night had fallen, yet the number of pedestrians on the street had not noticeably dwindled. Though less lively than daytime, people still came and went.
I remember when the news of Feng Guang’s pregnancy reached him, he showed no outward emotion. Everyone assumed his joy was so great that he forgot to express it, but only he knew he was reflecting inwardly, feeling he had never been so foolish before.
Hearing the date of the ninth day of the first lunar month, Ling was startled. This Mr. Mu had arranged to meet her on exactly that day! Wouldn’t they be going on the same day then?
Many cultivators had once ventured into such a place—not the Sword Saint’s tomb, but other realms of illusion and reality. Eventually, some were even transported to other worlds, other planets.
Xingxing couldn’t help but admire the leader of the Groundhog tribe, whose foresight was remarkable. From just a few words, he grasped the future significance of salt to the beastmen.
They all knew what Xingxing spoke of regarding the current situation, so their gazes turned to Jun Ruo. After all, wasn’t Jun Ruo behind all this? Now resolving it depended more than half on him.
Yet, even understanding everything, Yanran found herself at a loss for words.
“You’ve seemed quite busy lately, not even at school on weekends. What have you been up to?” The scent of tiramisu lingered in the car. Mo Shaodong adjusted his seat angle, reclining slightly, and opened the sunroof. The night sky above the school was darker than elsewhere, revealing a multitude of stars.
In an instant, more energy surged from all around, flowing continuously into her body.
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Though unconscious at the time, upon awakening he felt both grateful to Feng Hua for risking danger to save her and guilty for inadvertently tearing the young lady’s clothing—he owed her in every way.
Before Qin Ling, this farcical scene unfolded abruptly. Even someone as thick-skinned as he found his lips twitching involuntarily, a black line forming over his mind.
They had thought they had time to manage the matter, yet Jia Min set off early on the eighth day of the first lunar month. Initially expected to take four months of travel, unexpectedly Jia Min reached Buke in just two months, completely disrupting their plans.
In modern times, many men no longer embody true masculinity—not only lacking manly spirit but also ability. They either live off others or rely on family connections. She despised such men and had no interest in courting them.
This place was still within Da De territory. Though inconvenient, silver coins could still be spent here. Beyond Da De, their value might be worthless.
“My father is here, so naturally I must be here too,” Sumia said, shooting Zhang You a look, her tone full of certainty.
After a long pause, someone suddenly sighed, prompting many to bow their heads in silence.
With no time to search further, Zhang Yuanhao hastily gathered a few magical treasures usable only by Golden Core cultivators, then decisively fled toward the medicinal garden.
He arrived just in time. The beauty contest would officially start at 7 p.m., with popular streamers and celebrity guests performing on stage, heightening the audience’s anticipation.
Yi Zhen turned to look at the marquis, who wore a worried expression. A sudden pang struck Yi Zhen’s heart.
Nearly half a month of special training had passed. The day to suppress Liu Bei drew closer, and Han Wei was preparing to test them.
If his millions of viewers in the livestream saw such overwhelming “majestic aura” only for him to give up, what would they think?
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Many disciples cheered loudly as Chu Cheng stepped forward boldly, crushing their momentum. The deafening cheers echoed through the skies.
By the time he snapped out of his thoughts, it was pitch black outside.
While the reporters sweated nervously waiting, a young man in a white short-sleeved shirt, loose casual pants, and cheap travel shoes emerged from the police station’s main entrance.
This resembled Murong Yunyan in some ways—not only thorough but also gradually reclaiming previously relinquished authority.
The next morning, before dawn, the backyard of Wang Mazi’s blacksmith shop was filled with men dressed in black tactical gear, standing in formation, awaiting Emperor Kangxi’s arrival.
Though the hardness they encountered remained unyielding, like striking a stone, and the pain instantly washed over their bodies, there was no time to dwell on it. Swiftly, he sidestepped and grabbed the fruit knife.
“Zin, are you alright?” Qin Feng asked regretfully, blaming himself for being distracted by a game and not rushing to protect her.
He glanced around; this time no one disturbed him. Without hesitation, he skimmed over the lava surface, grasped the golden paper, and fled beyond Mount Da Luo. Only at dawn the following day did he stop in an unknown ravine to examine the golden sheet.