Volume One, Chapter 58: Fu Jinnian: Amian, I’m Here to Help You

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She pouted her lips, stained faintly yellow by grease, and leisurely asked him, "Are you done with your work?"
Caught off guard, Song Su had no choice but to let him explain again properly, saying, "You’ve completely confused both me and Nong Ke."
With every step he took, a deep crater appeared on the ground—not because of overwhelming physical strength, but due to the corrosive energy emanating from him, so potent it even caused the shadow that once controlled the opponent to begin breaking free.
Beyond the gate stood a screen wall, but under the dark sky, Rong Ning couldn’t discern what was depicted on it.
Now, seeing some of their comrades lying on the ground, he clearly felt deceived. Feng Lianlian was guarded by three masters; if he hadn’t brought so many people this time, they might have all perished here.
"Sister Miaomiao, have you had breakfast?" Lin Chengyu swallowed dryly, his voice hoarse as he asked.
"Thank you, Master, for your guidance. Zhengze will surely follow Senior Brother Ma diligently to learn the knowledge imparted by the teacher and live up to his kindness," Liu Rengui said joyfully with a respectful bow.
Approaching noon, Qi Mao and Wei Ziqian finally returned with Xuan Er, but the bearded man did not come back with them.
To prevent me from seeing her face, she maintained this posture, bending down to whisper in my ear.
"Song Cheng..." A sharp pain struck my left chest, like a stitch; inhaling hurt, and my stomach felt uneasy. Just moments ago I felt full of strength, but now I was limp, too lazy even to move.
Lowering my gaze, a feather-light brush seemed to touch a part of my heart—I didn’t want to call the feeling disappointment.
After I spoke, the great serpent made no further move; it simply lowered its head. The golden-yellow rat, as if understanding, began chirping nearby, its voice rising and falling, seeming to tell the whole story.

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With a thunderous crash, the demon flood dragon vanished. Its simple defense proved useless—I thought I had destroyed it, but looking down, I saw the riverbed blasted open, revealing a coiled black flood dragon within.
"Yuan Yuan, what’s wrong?" Zhu Ke’s voice, laced with suspicion, reached my ears. I steadied my gaze, withdrew my hand, and turned my head to see everyone staring at me with the same astonishment as her. Surely, my earlier behavior seemed erratic, but only Gu Xi’s eyes held understanding—he had seen me like this before.
"Ruo Ruo, don’t rush. I have something to say to you first," Jia Ren stopped Du Ruo from pushing the door open.
To prevent Chen Manxin from playing any tricks, Lin Jiajia was cautious and chose a relatively conspicuous spot.
I remember when I just woke up and called Song Cheng, the phone displayed "User out of service area." Now everything had completely changed.
Seeing her head scratching absentmindedly, Lu Wu’s sadness instantly lifted, his heart becoming calm and soft.
My gaze swept over the suspended coffins, and a black-and-white dot painting flashed in my mind. Though his artistry was mediocre, he had meticulously depicted every coffin without omission, with precise spacing.
Chen Haoran pulled the lollipop from An Zaiyou’s mouth and then offered him another one.
The sea breeze gradually calmed her thoughts. She realized that whenever she was near Yu Jingjie, her emotions became unstable and her mind unclear.
Watching Chen Yu leave like that, Zhou Yanran felt a flicker of loneliness in her heart, staring blankly at the doorway, lost in thought.
"Mu Mu, if you had to choose between me and Xu Youning, who would you pick?" Kang Ruicheng asked again.
Diana felt her face not only burning but scorching. She said nothing, biting her lip and nodding firmly.

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If the third and fourth brothers really fought fiercely, no one would care about the company; only Mu Sijue could take over.
An Zaiyou knew from then on he was no longer whole, but a puppet without a soul.
I held a heavy earthenware bowl in my hands, looking at the dishes on the table: a large bowl of fatty meat stir-fried with mushrooms, some dark, stringy vegetables resembling ropes, stir-fried greens, braised pork as the main dish, and mushroom soup.
"This time I’ll let it slide, but if I run into you again, I’ll skin you alive, tear out your sinews, and eat your flesh..." Xing Tian felt refreshed all over and looked at the fierce, wild bull.
When Song You came again to administer an IV to Wen Yang, his condition had improved significantly since the previous day. After finishing the drip, as Song You prepared to leave with his medical kit, Wen Yang grabbed his hand and knelt down.
Yin Lian inspected every corner, confirming the work was rigorously completed. It was nearly time for the auction to begin. The hall was already packed, and no one else would be admitted—except the Black Sage.
Seeing Tang Jin’s calm and composed demeanor, Mo Ran instantly broke out in a cold sweat. Damn it, A Gu must have cleaned up thoroughly. Still, what A Gu said and what she said were hardly comparable. It was better to remain silent.
"I’ve eaten, but have some more. I’ll go get it for you," said the chubby mother before Yan Tianyou could respond. She went into the kitchen and soon returned with a large bowl containing two meat-stuffed pancakes. The meat was tender, making the dish look incredibly appetizing.
Upon hearing Han Yi’s words, Su Linlin’s expression turned serious. She poked her head out and spoke to the escort on horseback nearby.
At this moment, Yin Langge didn’t think about saving resources for Wen Yang. His mind was filled with the thought that tonight, Wen Yang would personally cook for him. The more ingredients he brought, the more of Wen Yang’s culinary skills he could taste.
"I received news that Ang Feng’s forces have suddenly grown to more than two thousand. They’ve come looking for me to take revenge. Their power is no longer negligible," Shi Ka said.