Still Just a Child After All

Xie Yihuang could not care less about such matters. To her, uttering those words was simply just uttering them.

The vehicle Yu Shangchen drove today was an ordinary jeep, yet even such an ordinary jeep was not something just anyone could drive. Privately owned cars were very rare nowadays, and this vehicle of Yu Shangchen's was one he had managed to purchase immediately after it was decommissioned and written off by the special operations team.

Of course, the special department did have vehicles of its own, but he preferred having a car that truly belonged to him.

"Indeed..."

The moment Reese died, Ye Fei eagerly rushed forward to loot the corpse. Although he lacked the authority to pick up the spoils, he could still see what items had dropped. With just a single glance, he looked at Ai Meng and chuckled weirdly.

After drying her hair, Lin Yijia rose and paced around the room for the duration of a cup of tea before returning to recline half-upturned on the bed, instructing someone to bring little Fu over.

Qu Rui, the participating garrison commander, stood upon no grand airs, nor did Fushan practice the rigid doctrines of main combat battalions, surprise attack battalions, reinforcement battalions, or roving battalions. Every single unit answered directly to Zhang Shouren's command, focusing solely on training and combat while ignoring all other matters. The various officers felt no sense of their authority being diminished, and instead found it a welcome relief from trivial complications.

Witnessing this expression, Liu Feng felt his heart stir even more profoundly. He pressed his lips downward, capturing Zhang瑾's crimson lips in a kiss as his tongue immediately probed inward.

Autumn in the southern regions could linger for quite a long time. Yet in Fengcheng, no sooner had autumn arrived than winter followed directly on its heels. The leaves upon the trees had barely turned yellow before goose-feather snowflakes began to fall.

By this time, Liu Zeqing was finally about to take the step that Zhang Pu and his associates had meticulously pre-arranged for him, and Zhang Pu's face was filled entirely with smiles of profound gratification.

Liu Feng wished he could slap the man twice. Crafting a mere ring needed two whole days? Liu Feng was, after all, an outsider who remained ignorant of the fact that jewelry making was meticulous handiwork. Two days was already a short estimate; exquisite ornaments often required anywhere from ten-odd days to three or five months, and that was assuming they rushed the labor rather than the quality.

Consequently, Qiao Mingjin's mind was filled every day with various designs and blueprints. As for the words lingering unspoken on Wan'er's lips each night when she was lulling the child to sleep, she completely failed to notice them.

Having gained Zhou Yanqing's approval, Zhou Yanqing even had someone take Yun Jin to scour Zhou's carpentry workshop, returning with an entire carriage load of wooden blossoms for him to bring back.

Emerging from Ou Minglang's residence on the way back to the precinct, Gu Hanhao kept pondering a particular detail—a detail concerning Huo Tianqin.

Qin Tianci watched Fang Hongxuan depart, feeling that he might finally enjoy some peace and quiet. He prepared to walk over to the dining table to find something to eat; ever since he stepped through the door, he had consumed several cups of red wine without eating a single morsel.

Jin Faguang tiptoed into the villa. Qiao Meimei had yet to return home—the stubborn girl was working overtime once again. Entering his room, he closed the door and left the lights off, walking straight out onto the balcony connected to his quarters.

Chang Le had been cast down into the Wangchuan River, his entire body corroded beyond recognition, reducing him to practically a cripple. For a man of such elegant and graceful demeanor to be reduced to such a wretched state—the suffering he endured could certainly be no less than his own present agony.

Sima Changyuan sighed with helpless amusement as he suddenly recalled that year when he had sailed her across to the Demon Realm to rescue someone. She had squinted her eyes at him with that exact same infatuated gaze, then remarked, "Changyuan, you are as dazzling as the stars."

"Your physique doesn't seem to have anything to do with medicine!" Qin Tianci joked with Fatty Liang as they walked into the restaurant.

"Young Master Hua, those people are not to be trifled with." The speaker was Lu Junhua's crooked strategist, Liu Feineng. Though unappealing in appearance, he was brimming with malicious schemes; many of the wicked deeds Lu Junhua had committed were conceived upon this man's advice.

Seeing that their protests yielded minimal results, Du Yuze and Xie Ziyu could only exchange a bitter smile, their expressions clearly conveying a singular truth: the label of "foolish strategist" had been firmly pinned upon the two of them, and in the eyes of this group, that title would never be removed for the rest of their lives.

The blood-stained gauze in the basin multiplied, and the crimson water grew increasingly dark. Breathing in the foul, metallic stench of purulent blood lingering in the air, Gong Qianzhu felt her stomach churn violently as waves of nausea surged upward. She hurriedly freed one hand to cover her mouth, forcefully swallowing back the bloody taste rising in her throat with great difficulty.

Once the Blood Emperor and his cohorts had all fled to the Gama Empire, he had slipped into the Blood Demon River, seizing the opportunity to begin a frenzied breakthrough.

An astonishing sight unfolded: the two stone doors, weighing easily tens of thousands of catties, slowly yielded and opened under this single push.

Following a thorough investigation, no matter how indignant Madame Li felt, she had no choice but to swallow her defeat and lament the blindness of the heavens.

Had Su Xingchen and the others not sought her out to complete their plan, she probably never would have returned to Flower City ever again.

Continuing like this, even if they were not beaten to death by these corpses, they would eventually exhaust their physical strength and perish from fatigue. Having a geomantic compass right now would at least allow them to set up an array to slightly control these corpses, but currently, they possessed absolutely nothing.

"Rumble—" A sudden clap of thunder detonated across the Divine Realm, and immediately afterward, the entire Mount Fuji began to tremble.

Shi Lin's words were not without reason; everyone remained uncertain within their hearts whether the Yin-Yang Scrolls could truly assist with the trials.

"Mr. Yi, you are too polite. A cup of plain water will do for me," Expert Wang said directly, as though long accustomed to Yi Feng's eccentric ways.

Right at this juncture, Wei Fenghua caught a whiff of danger in the air and sent all his family members away to the countryside. To Shi Fengyi, who was eager to wash his hands of the matter, this appeared to be a guilty conscience, convincing him that Wei must have also committed misdeeds against Chu Yongning. Since the killing had already begun, one more life mattered little.

Yi Ling and Duo Duo reached a consensus, feeling that the newly acquired meteorite fragment of negligible energy housed within the spatial dimension was quite the drama queen and comic genius. Not only was it overly theatrical, but it was also endlessly talkative and hopelessly glib. In just this short span of time, its chatter gave Yi Ling a headache.

Hearing that someone was looking for her, Mu Jiusi instantly perrited up, straightened her back, and asked, "What do they want with me?" She was idling about in boredom anyway, so having something actual to do sounded rather pleasant.

Jiang Xiuting removed霓凰's hand from his arm, walked over to me, and enclosed my hand within his large palm. His eyes, tinged with a faint crimson hue, overflowed with boundless tenderness.

"Gemini, for some reason, all these Goblins are unconscious and won't wake up no matter how much we shout. What should we do?" An orc approached carrying two Goblins. These Goblins looked entirely lifeless, as though their very souls had vanished.

Watching Su Nan's actions, the members of the Zhongzhou Team could not help but feel a wave of emotion. Yet a single question suddenly brought them all back to their senses.

The ancestor of the Ming Serpent also appeared visibly ill at ease. This was a sore point for him; ever since stepping into the early stage of the Pure Yang Realm and undergoing several centuries of cultivation, he had reached the peak of the early stage. Yet no matter how diligently he practiced or underwent secluded meditation, he could not break through to the mid-stage of the Pure Yang Realm, remaining stuck right before the threshold of a life-or-death seclusion for over a thousand years.

Ling Dian's words were spoken softly, yet they were laden with deep concern and trust. In his mind, he had never doubted Su Nan. It was an indescribable intuition, much like the camaraderie he shared with those mercenaries who had once fought alongside him.

"Hehehe, your name is Lü Dongbin, right? I heard from old Lü that you possess the Enlightenment Golden Pills. I'd like to eat a few as well; why don't you gift me a couple? If you ever encounter any enemies in the future, just tell me, and I'll settle the score for you. How about that?" the bulky, pig-headed man rumbled in an honest, earthy tone.