Volume 1, Chapter 62: "Mutual Affection" Part 2

After everyone left, Sister Yuzhu still held me tightly in her arms.
I gently called out to her, but there was no response.
It was only then that I noticed she had buried her face in my shoulder and closed her eyes, actually falling asleep while standing like that. Even so, she still held onto me with such tightness...
I also realized then how much weight she had lost, and the dark, bruised circles around her tightly closed eyes...
I picked her up, carried her up to the second floor, and entered my bedroom.
When I laid her down on the bed, she did not wake up, but she still kept her arms wrapped tightly around me.
It was as if she was terrified that the moment she let go, I would slip away from her...
Seeing this in my eyes and feeling the ache in my heart, I simply lay down beside her, letting her hold me as she fell asleep.
After a long while......
Suddenly, the man in red reached out and grabbed toward Liyue. Liyue panicked and dodged, but for some reason, her foot caught on something, and her body tumbled rapidly backward.
During the Spring and Autumn Period, a hundred schools of thought contended—Confucianism, Legalism, Mohism, Militants, Diplomats, and countless other prominent schools flourished in competition, with the leaders of each faction carrying the orthodox teachings of their traditions. However, by the Han Dynasty, with the suppression of all other schools and the elevation of Confucianism alone, the various traditions withered one after another, and the mortal world lost almost all orthodox lineages.
Liyue seemed utterly unaware, turning a deaf ear as she cast a faint glance at Su Yingying sitting at the very back, and then calmly walked back to her own seat.
"Here, your clothes." Yuxuan picked up one bag and handed it to Kaixuan, and another bag to Yuanyuan.
Hearing this, Lin Jinfeng could not help but nod. If not for introduction, she truly would not have known that such a hospital existed here.
He kicked Lv Feina out without the slightest hesitation. Anyway, her home was nearby, so there was no need to worry.
If that were the case, then even if it were merely gaining comprehension of one more cycle of reincarnation than the Immortal Emperor Liuyun, it would still provide an even greater boost to his own power.
He hated Yin Sizhe, who had mocked him so cruelly back then, forcing him to seal off his inner self and leaving him with immense psychological scars and trauma.

The gaze of Leopard Yuan swept across the faces of the two elderly men in black, but his expression suddenly shifted as he looked toward Ling Fengyu.
At this moment, Qian Yongche had already grabbed the cleaning tools and started mopping the floor, with Keke sweeping right behind him.
Ning Xi looked ahead, and an exquisite and slender graceful figure instantly emerged deep within his crystalline pupils—that figure was none other than Su Qingmeng.
However, if it were at night with the lights on, those characters could be seen from far away.
After a while, when the very last speck of light burrowed into Leng Ruoxi's glabella, her delicate body suddenly radiated a cyan-white halo, ethereal and fairy-like, breathtakingly beautiful.
Without hesitation, Ning Xi grasped the bronze short sword, and with a single thought, a surging wave of killing intent rippled outward as he slashed fiercely toward the empty space before him.
"Yutong, what do we do now? We need to think of something quickly; I'm afraid we won't be able to wait for Wangyou and the others to arrive," Leng Ruoxi said anxiously.
The two of them launched a fierce assault on Long Yuan as if they possessed three heads, six arms, and twelve legs. Their coordination was flawless, almost as if they shared telepathic communication—when one attacked from above, the other was bound to strike from below; or one would defend while the other launched a ferocious attack; or they would execute a dual-sided pincer movement. Flustered and overwhelmed, Long Yuan took several direct hits in rapid succession.
Meanwhile, the Golden Emperor's hands flickered and shifted, conjuring countless weapon phantoms that darted unpredictably in and out of the Fire Emperor's rolling billows of flames.
"Really? That's wonderful!" Seeing that her master had the intention to intervene and help, Ming Hui finally felt completely at ease.
"Senior Brother Zhang jokes. Dubo will accompany you all to drink your fill today, please!" Dubo chuckled heartily, stepping aside to invite everyone into the building, and led them to a luxuriously decorated Chinese restaurant imbued with a classical aesthetic to take their seats.
Just as the elderly man in white was hesitating over whether to pursue, seven or eight old men came whistling through the air, stirring up winds and clouds, every single one of them exuding a terrifying aura.
Pondering the imperial mind, Bethel let out a private sigh—it was just a pity that they would never live to see that day.
Jiang Nuandann let out a soft hum. Even with her toes, she could guess who had motivated her transfer to this hospital, but what had Gu Tingyan said just moments before? It seemed he was planning to relocate his meddlesome elderly mother to yet another place.
These notoriety points could be spent within the NPC panel to expand the faith in the deity behind the scenes. The influence and appeal brought by an expanded following could become his brand-new trump card.
Within the massive plaza, an arena a full hundred meters in diameter had been constructed at the very center. To the north of the arena stood a canopy raised five steps high, with seats arranged on every single tier. The highest tier held only five seats, all of which were wide grand master chairs, clearly intended for the most powerful peak overlords.
The attacks were so dense that Conde had no choice but to transform into sheets of red scales. By the time He condensed back into human form once more, Einhorn was gone—the weather mage had evaporated into the chaos like a drop of water.

After Chi Xin left, Lin Yun instantly unleashed all the magical power within his body, enveloping the entire Hong Kong.
He Yutian was ranting frantically in his mind, thinking that the next time he saw Grandpa Yang, he would give him a wide berth; he had better not try to help out only to stir up a heap of trouble for himself.
He formed a sword seal with his right hand, wrapping spiritual energy around his fingers, and then used his fingers as a jade blade, slicing off a piece of jade effortlessly as if cutting through melons and vegetables.
And there was also the gentleness, warmth, and emotion entirely devoid of the slightest impurities contained within that voice.
Lin Yun's gaze was fixed intently upon the coffin before him, as if he were trying to discover something from its surface.
He was a romantic at heart, having once dreamed of wandering the ends of the earth with a sword, and hoping to travel across the land with a blade at his waist—to draw his sword against injustice, indulge his fiery passion for valor and strife, and play the role of a youthful hero.
Ye Zhao wore an off-white wide-brimmed sun hat, a pair of sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and a blue-and-white fine-striped shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up to her elbows, paired with loose, dark cropped denim pants.
"Hehe, shouldn't the master reward me a little, then?" The fat man's gaze grew increasingly burning, so intense that even Sigur sensed something amiss.
The old servant standing behind Brother Baiquan stood in the void as if nothing were the matter, completely unaffected. Lord Wan's brow furrowed slightly, because the other party had not suffered even the slightest threat.
Though it could not instantly kill a Platinum martial artist, it would buy him time. Should any unexpected changes occur, Zhang Xinyu would still have time to provide reinforcement.
"It's about time." Xiaoxiao looked at Qin Lie, her eyes filled with reluctance. Qin Lie understood this clearly in his heart as well, yet he could only pretend not to notice. How could he not understand Xiaoxiao's feelings for him? It was simply that the two of them were ultimately impossible.
Yet this time, Zhuge Liang's use of the Dark Seance was not meant to absorb the attacks of the ninja from Hinomoto.
The others failed to notice, and everyone else's words were entirely ineffective on Zhang Xuanchu. Only this single sentence was like a thunderclap waking him from a dream. At that very moment, seeing Yu Linlang brandishing a saber and preparing to strike down the flood dragon, he flew forward without a word, blocked the blade with his divine spear, and turned his head to look at the demonic dragon.
In fact, had the battle not taken place upon the sparsely populated sea, the collateral damage caused by the clashes between Gambit and Abner would have been multiplied severalfold.