Chapter 29

She truly never intended to have any further involvement with Jiahang. Ever since the breakup, even when she missed him, she had painstakingly restrained herself from reaching out. She hoped he would start a new life and eventually forget her.

Taking advantage of Sima’s unconscious state, he began to use his magical arts to carefully examine his body, searching for the root of his ailment.

The success of *Meteor Butterfly Sword* was already a foregone conclusion. After spending a few days in Beitong, Zhou Fangyuan returned to the capital.

Her soul felt warm here; compared to the biting wind and freezing rain outside, this place was heaven, while the outside was hell.

She had made up her mind: if she felt happy one day, she would invite her classmates over to play hide-and-seek with her in the castle.

After Nalan Qingyun shouted, Tong Sheng, Feng Wu, and the others endured their itching and pain as best they could, dragging their feet until they reached Nalan Qingyun’s side.

"General, I hope you will go hide in the storage cave behind the mountain for a while. Once the enemy retreats and things settle down, you can come back out. After all, your old illness has flared up, and we are worried your condition will worsen," the deputy general said to the commander.

She lifted her cloak, and the shadows obscuring her face quickly faded. Her complexion under the light was fair and beautiful, with a faint glimmer in her light brown eyes.

One must remember that this was the year 2000, not the later era where figures of a billion, ten billion, or even a hundred billion were tossed around with ease.

Thinking realistically, the situation did not allow him to meddle; Romaka was being hunted by the Corrupted, and the situation was dire.

Goodbye, Chen Ran. Goodbye, my love. I will never forget you; you are like the stars in the sky, shining eternally.

"What is it?" Bai Yi still didn't open his eyes. His head was still groggy, and he just wanted to sleep.

Busy and frustrated with his work, Bai Yi did not notice the cat's meow. He frowned, his hands never pausing, his mind entirely consumed by his tasks.

Having considered everything and noting that the hour was late, I extinguished my cigarette, put on my coat, and drove toward Seaside Residence.

The red-robed figures rushed into the base of the passage one after another. After a brief pause, they would retreat and rejoin this complex web, becoming individual nodes. The red-robed figures who had contact with them would then repeat the routine of the previous person: entering the passage, then retreating to become a node themselves.

Meanwhile, upstairs, there were those who had not yet come down. They were watching, intentionally or otherwise, the events unfolding at the entrance of the auction house.

As for fresh vegetables and meat, they must have all been eaten, and with the world below turned into an ocean, ordinary people could not go out to buy food.

If he couldn't finish the job quickly and the opponent broke through to cause destruction everywhere, that would be quite troublesome.

Otherwise, being stared at by that pair of icy eyes, Wang Bo felt an urge to slip away.

In just a few breaths, the bald youth seemed to make up his mind. He gritted his teeth, reached up, and tore the golden silk gauze covering his left eye.

The man had always been used to his pride. He let out a sigh of relief, then picked up his phone to call his teammates, asking them to come and help.

"I trust goods produced by Tang’s," Zhou Chengcheng said magnanimously as she took the tube of toothpaste and ordered a servant to fetch her toothbrush, planning to brush her teeth thoroughly after enjoying the stinky tofu.

She felt that the dynamic between her and Nan Si was quite good; Nan Si was very indulgent toward her and had promised to keep supporting her, and she would never give him a chance to leave her.

It was these beings who claimed to be the God Race—standing high above and wantonly deciding the fate of mortals—who had nearly driven the human race of Earth to extinction.

Su Zhimeng did not miss the change in Su Zhiqin’s expression. Being sharp-witted, she guessed immediately that Su Zhiqin must have gone to see Qin Xiaoxiao. She didn't know what they had discussed, but the result was clearly poor, otherwise, Su Zhiqin would not be this angry.

Fortunately, after the Great Emperor of Heavenly Fire and the other powerful beings brought the disciples of the Profound Sect, there were people in Kunwu Palace to arrange for the fellow apprentices, sparing the Great Emperor and his companions from being entangled in trivial matters.

Unfortunately, that powerful being from long ago had only acted on a whim, selecting and teaching but a small excerpt.

This was the reason why the Thatcher family was negotiating a partnership with Yubai Group—it was actually to win over Mr. Ye.

The Three Pure Ones had not expected that the Ancestor of Qiankun would shock the entire world with his very first move, despite having remained silent until now.

Su Yiyao slowly opened her eyes. From the moment she regained sensation, she could feel nothing but pain and cold.

"I originally thought this was a bit unreliable, as it all feels quite inconceivable." Su Yiyao’s mouth twitched slightly; she had intended to say that if this was painful, there must be something wrong with the situation.

Princess Yingxiang, in Guan Yi’s understanding, was a cultivation fanatic. She left at sunrise and returned at sunset, without exception for half a year, which was why Guan Yi felt so at ease practicing his sword in the courtyard.

But when he saw the Occult Society, his eyes suddenly lit up. Had this organization, which had been opposing him in the shadows, finally surfaced?

"What’s wrong?" "I got some on me when I was doing your makeup earlier. Elsa, how is the water temperature now?" A sense of foreboding flashed through Tanya's mind.

When Su Yiyao opened the door, she found that the youth on the bed was gone, and even the bloodstains on the floor had vanished. If it weren't for the bowl of porridge still on the table, she would have truly thought that yesterday had been nothing but a dream.