34 Qi the Sixth

A low murmur escaped Zhuang Feng’s lips as he continued to mutter something under his breath. The night was thick and impenetrable; the long, silent road held no sign of pedestrians, while footsteps seemed to echo behind him, appearing and vanishing all at once.

A hundred meters away, soldiers and survivors alike watched this uncanny spectacle, nearly suffocating under the weight of a terrifying power that defied human capability.

Before this incident, Gu Ting and Yang Yang had intended to announce their marriage, but it was merely a plan, not yet set on any specific schedule.

Whether she married Dongfang Yunhao or anyone else, it made no difference to him, so long as it was not a genuine union with Louis. He could only play the role of her contractual boyfriend.

Having graduated from the academy, these youths lacked the strength and experience required to hunt spirit beasts or perform other tasks that might improve their abilities. Thus, led by some seniors, they grouped together after graduation to compete in the soul fighting matches in Suotuo City.

In the void, a graceful figure slowly emerged, as beautiful as a painting. Stepping on lotus flowers, her brilliant, starry eyes fixed upon Jiang Feng. Strange ripples radiated around her—gentle, yet containing a vast power that made Jiang Feng wary.

With these words, Gu Shaosong pulled forward the battered Gu Ting from behind him. His face was swollen from the deployment of an airbag; he hadn't felt the pain initially, but by the time the rescue team arrived, it had gradually puffed up.

Although the wine reached his lips, Gu Qing did not swallow it. Instead, he wrapped it in his internal energy. Chen Da seemed suspicious in every way, and he certainly would not actually drink the wine.

Once inside the elevator, Jiang Xin recalled the utility room and the space that was meant to be a scenic observation deck but had inexplicably been designed into such a narrow, cramped area; she understood it all at once.

Only then did Tao Xi realize she was holding Liang Yan’s hand. Startled, she let go immediately, but just as she was about to speak, her foot slipped, and she instinctively grabbed onto him again.

"Yes, yes, yes, I’m just a errand boy, Young Master Ji, please just let me go..." Feng Bin, hiding behind Du Xianyang, explained with a bitter smile.

A-Hui allowed his soul to sink and dissolve into the quagmire, finally releasing the emotions he had suppressed in his heart for a lifetime.

However, for the imperial court, the military threat posed by these families had been neutralized. Should they cause any trouble in the capital, they could be uprooted entirely.

Mo Li was deeply shaken by Yun He’s words. He had never imagined that what he thought was well-hidden had been seen through by Yun He long ago.

They also found the young man to be exceptionally handsome and heroic, though no one could tell from his appearance whether he was a person of noble status.

He Lang, however, felt uneasy about Lan Yun letting those people go, fearing they would not let the matter rest and would surely seek an opportunity to ambush them.

"My goodness, this magician is truly popular!" an elderly soldier in uniform, sitting in the spectator stands and looking to be about seventy-five years old with hair like frost, exclaimed.

"Alright! Yun He, let’s go save the dragon fish! Let us hope that once we save them, if we encounter them in the next level, they will be reasonable, know how to repay kindness, and not make things difficult for us," Tang Zixi said with a smile.

In Anxue Palace, Xue Xue had just tucked a thin blanket over Ji Wuqing when she received news that her mother had arrived at the palace.

"Hahaha, did you hear that? The next one to die is you..." Liu Rui looked at Nan Bei, laughing loudly as he shouted.

The Ninth Prince’s back was a ruin of torn clothing and upturned flesh, likely waterlogged and now turning a ghostly white; he was severely injured.

Zuo An had stayed in the café for a while, and in the space base for a while, making everyone feel as if one or two years had passed without them realizing it.

In the stairwell of the National Retired Civil Servants Building, two fully armed soldiers were smoking and chatting. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, knocking their cigarette butts to the ground. Just as they were wondering what happened, an even stronger wind swept through.

The seventh model was the Flower Fairy, wearing a water-ink long dress covered in blooming peonies. The audience stared in a daze, as if she were a princess from a fairy tale.

"I’m full. You all go ahead and eat," Zhou Yue said, leaving for the room where they had rested the night before.

The operating room door opened, and Jason walked out. He removed his mask and wiped the light sweat from his forehead. This surgery had drained too much of his energy.

Hearing Song Ying’s words, Lin Mengmi was quite satisfied. She could not fathom why her father wanted to leave all his property to this grandson of his.

Being contradicted by her own brother in front of Shen Yunbai, Lin Xinyi felt certain that Shen Yunbai had incited him. She glared fiercely at Yunbai, climbed into the car, and refused to speak again.

After a moment of thought, he picked up his phone and entered Quan Xiaoxiao’s number. Although he hadn't saved it, he knew the string of digits by heart.

An Ran had originally suspected that she was being led to a quiet, secluded place, which would have been logical. She never expected to be brought out into the open, as if she were truly considered family, warmly ushered into the most noble circles of the capital.

"Be my guest. Until I receive orders from Commander Swain, I will stick to my own command: slaughter every member of the Three-Eyed Giant race!" Darius said grimly.

Seeing the princess treating her with such care, Shuang’er was moved to secret tears. The princess told Shuang’er to come visit her whenever she was free, and Shuang’er nodded in agreement. The two chatted for over half an hour before the princess escorted Shuang’er to the front courtyard.

There was a muffled groan from behind; Huang Lao-Er had been dealt with by Wang Huan in his treasure cave. Upon returning to the boat, Zhang San suggested stabbing Huang Lao-San and throwing him into the sea, thus concluding the mission regarding the Huang brothers.

The lobbyist was confident in his silver tongue, believing that after his long-winded nonsense, Commander Chen Yi would raise the white flag and accept his ridiculous invitation.

Seeing her drenched in sweat from the heat, I went to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel, then sat by the bed to wipe the perspiration from her forehead, cheeks, and neck.

Forget it, let it be! Let nature take its course. Though, thinking is one thing—I wouldn't actually do anything! It’s not against the law to think, is it?