Volume 1, Chapter 36: The Person You Met Tonight Wasn't Lin Si, It Was Qiao Silin

"I can afford to wait, but Xiao Wei's condition cannot be delayed," Li Zhinan said, rubbing his brow.

Cheng Qian certainly knew that Li Zhiwei's condition was worsening, and she was just as anxious.

Song Xiulan kept yawning, yet he insisted that he wasn't sleepy and wanted to take the first night shift! Wen Qing didn't call his bluff. Could it be that he wanted to stay with her?

Among the students in the class, it wasn't just Dong Leyue who felt this way; many others had developed the same notion.

He was admitted to Beiqing University and quickly integrated into a cutting-edge laboratory, gaining the research clearance necessary to conduct his work.

Now that Xuan Mingzi had also reached the True Realm and had likewise opened up a Sacred Grade True Yang, no faction dared to harbor ulterior motives any longer.

"Dead is dead." Chen Shuang'er's eyes dimmed. She flipped the photograph over to reveal an address written on the back.

Fortunately, Le Xiuxuan remained at the hospital to accompany him, which kept him from feeling too lonely or afraid.

"Get lost, and don't be an eyesore," Ba Tianjiao said, standing with his hands behind his back. His clothes fluttered, and an aura of dominance emanated from him.

"You are nothing more than a thing that has lived a bit too long, yet you dare to call yourself a god," Bai Ran said coldly.

Stepping aside, Fei Qing easily dodged Lu Qiang's insidious strike amidst the gasps of the crowd. Fei Qing immediately pressed forward, and with a simple set of combination punches, he knocked the man down again. In his haste to retreat, Lu Qiang knocked over quite a few tables and chairs.

Having never experienced the harsh blows of society, many were still unaware of the cruelty of reality and maintained a lackadaisical, "just get by" attitude toward the future.

"What I desire is the surging, pounding heartbeat that comes during the process of conquest," Ling Han said, extending his palm.

"You don't even use your brain before you speak. Do you think I'm just an ordinary person?" Xiao Banxian turned his head to look at Pei Feng, his expression filled with disdain.

In fact, Su Xiaoling had already truthfully told Zhou Chunhong and Jiang Yue'er about her plan, and the three of them had long since decided on a countermeasure.

To his surprise, just as he thought of this, the whip stopped. It didn't strike again; he had received ten lashes, not one more, and what followed was merely the application of salt.

Song Chunhua didn't dare stay in the room either, as she dared not laugh too recklessly. Seeing that the ground in front of the thatched cottage was already bathed in the glaring white winter sun, she hurried outside. In the cottage courtyard, she pulled a chair onto the grass and sat down quite comfortably.

In truth, when Qin Zhixi learned that she could only bring her sister to this flower-viewing banquet, she made a scene out of it—after all, she had been spoiled rotten. But this time, no amount of fussing would work, so she had been giving her sister the cold shoulder for several days.

Yang Feng pulled his steel blade out, flicked the blood off it, and said, "I took care of him while I was at it." After saying this, he rushed toward the others, and Qin Shuangtian shook his head before joining the fray as well.

"Our line of work is too dangerous. Not being in contact is the greatest protection I can offer them." The Achilles' heel of a secret agent is their family. To ensure that their loved ones are not implicated should their cover be blown, many agents cut off all ties with their families, as per the agent's code.

The autumn harvest was approaching, but the task of gathering vegetables could not be neglected. In Jinxiu Village, just as usual, before the birds had even stirred, the sound of pots and pans could be heard in every home.

"You know where he went?" This time, even he didn't know where Beichen Ao had gone, yet she knew. What did that imply?

Just as the crowd was lost in their daze, Lu Feng, who had collapsed onto the roof opposite, suddenly endured the intense pain and unleashed several poisonous needles without warning.

Entering the tent, they saw Jia Zhengjin at the head of the table. An extra seat had been added to the side, allowing the four imperial kings—Arthur, Smai, Zandra, and Yates—to sit on either side of him. Being seated closest to the Godslayer made the four kings feel immensely honored.