Room 194, Number 27

Li Qiaonu still wanted to go back for the gold ingot Wu Song had given her. It wasn’t that she was reluctant to part with it, but since Wu Song had said he likely wouldn’t return to Jiankang Prefecture, she reasoned that their parting on the road to Mengzhou was meant to be their last. Keeping a memento from him felt right.

Now that the issue of personal safety was resolved, a more pressing problem emerged: basic survival. Thinking of the few thousand yuan left in my account, a deep sense of unease welled up inside me.

Arriving at Junlin, Chen first escorted Ji Siyu back to the 38th floor, then returned to the apartment on the 26th floor with Yueliang. After a quick wash, he collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep under the covers.

No! There was still the child in her womb. But after everything she had endured, was the baby still healthy?

At this very moment, Luo Can, who had ended up acting as bait while out in the city to buy food, suddenly recalled Li Zhishi’s face and the final words he had spoken to her.

Wu Qiaoxun was both excited and nervous; she kept her head down, her beautiful fingers trembling as they held the photobook.

They were all newborn guilds within the City of Ten Thousand Dynasties. They valued quality over quantity, and while they were developing with all their might, their accumulated foundations still lagged far behind established guilds like the City of Wrongful Deaths and the Pride-Hiding Villa.

"Wasn't it said earlier that one could form a team by completing specific tasks?" Li Zhishi asked.

Instructor Zhang was delivering the opening remarks, and it seemed the Dragon Boat Festival assembly was about to begin. However, Wu Song noticed Shi En was nowhere to be seen. He found it strange—had Shi En not been invited? He didn't take offense, perhaps assuming that the Anping Garrison at the prison camp was a special case, and government personnel could not leave so easily.

"Such a bizarre affair exists?" Although Shan Wuji was an elder of the Demon Race, this was the first time he had heard of such a thing, and he could not help but feel terrified.

Hu Lihao’s body shuddered, his eyes lighting up as his mind began to wander; he even felt the other person looked somewhat familiar.

"Brother Xingchao, should we call Sister Shiyun? It’s more lively with more people," said Qin Xingchao’s younger sister, Qin Yanru.

He didn't understand why he was getting so inexplicably angry over such a trivial matter; he just felt uncomfortable deep down.

***

The original scumbag had grown fat with middle age, and combined with occupational hazards, the once-handsome, lanky youth had slowly transformed into a greasy, middle-aged man with a thick waist and a protruding belly.

I went to see Yang Zilong. He had just finished destroying the shipment of fish, and he seemed to be in a good mood, cheerful enough to hand me a cigarette when he saw me.

It couldn't even save itself, let alone others; it was beyond escaping, and no matter where it fled, it would be useless.

"Naturally, I want to give you an opportunity for advancement. I think we should step aside and speak," Zhang Qiang said with a smile.

Previously, he had discovered that kind of gu-insect inside his grandfather's body, and this time, she had discovered a similar situation.

Cao Ren’s mouth curled into a smile, but his eyes slowly closed, his head dropped, and he breathed his last.

"Mother! You never used to care about social status! Why have you changed now?" Hearing the Empress so angry left Chu Feng feeling overwhelmed.

The man was none other than Zhang Baojun, the "love rival" Chen Feng had encountered last time when he accompanied Lin Qian to a KTV gathering.

The man showed no signs of stopping; Luo Yue felt her scalp ache as she was dragged closer to his cell.

Sitting in his wheelchair, he quietly admired the palace. Unlike the structures in the Imperial City, these buildings were all carved from stone, with exquisite, lifelike carvings and grand, unique, and elegant halls.

Especially when the child was mentioned, Li Meimei was no longer as resolute as before about wanting to regain custody.

Yuan Qu adamantly denied it. He didn't know why Yuan Lang would say such a thing, but since he was no longer prepared to participate in the Yuan family's infighting, the greatest wisdom was to hide one's light.

When his thin lips pulled away from Yan Shishi’s red lips, a silver thread lingered. Seeing this, the dazed Yan Shishi wished she could just find a hole to crawl into.

***

Luo Yue just sat there, dazed and melancholy, until a voice broke the silence.

Now, she couldn't stand the sight of any grease or meat. No matter how others asked, she remained silent. Everyone unanimously interpreted her abnormal behavior as pregnancy.

The two demon cultivators at the Nascent Divinity stage in the valley where the formation eye was located simultaneously raised their heads and looked toward the upper right.

Li Kuafu nodded with a smile. For the nightlife, nine o’clock meant the golden hour had arrived; guests would be pouring in, and they needed to perk up to serve the crowd.

The thick fragrance was as sweet as a bowl of poison—irresistible, making one willing to drink it all in, even while smiling as they bled from their seven orifices and died.

By the time the sun dipped behind the low peaks where the Qikun Sect was situated and night fell, the free trade zone was still bustling with crowds, but Jian Yi had already spent all the mid-grade jade stones in his Sumeru ring.

"Great! That is simply great!" Old He excitedly reached out and shook hands with Lin Tiansheng.

Then, why had Shi Nu gone to such "great lengths" just now to use formless sword qi to prevent Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng from approaching?

After all, they were currently in the lead, and after returning from the timeout, they only needed to complete one good defensive play during the match; they might even have a chance to extend their lead.

The reason was still Zuo Ningqing. If not for her reminder, how would he have observed his Dao foundation so carefully? After all, in his understanding, observing the Dao foundation or not made no difference; surely, looking at them twice wouldn't make them level up?