Chapter 055: Xie Yihuang's Plan

Reborn in the 1980s as a Little Girl with a Space Chat Group A thousand willows shimmer in verdant green. 1278 words 2026-04-10 08:55:05

The Marrow Cleansing Pill was by no means a useless item. In fact, if she wanted Grandfather Qi to recover completely, a single pill would suffice. However, she couldn’t explain the pill’s origin, so since she was certain Grandfather Qi was currently stable, she refrained from giving it to him. Still, next year she would have to find an opportunity for him to take it. After spending time together recently, Xie Yihuang had come to understand that the Qi family would be completely different with Grandfather Qi around. Even if he decided to retire, as long as he remained, there would always be someone to rely on in times of trouble.

Shu Ran smiled gently. Though her words were spoken lightly, the tone carried a palpable sense of condescension, as if she were bestowing charity.

Lu Yuanqiao chose to respond with a cold snort, turning his head away with pride. “You miss him that much?” His tone was tinged with jealousy, as if afraid others wouldn’t notice.

“Dad, you’re here…” Zhao Qinghe had just followed Li Chunyun into the hospital room when Zhao Qingyan, lying weakly in bed, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Zhao Qinghe.

The Princess circulated her inner mystical energy, forcefully dispelling the icy chill within her. Though she couldn’t completely clear the profound frost in an instant, she could at least move again.

After all, she was also a disciple of the Spirit Academy. Though she hadn’t been there long, she was a part of it and had brought the academy an astonishing piece of news. Otherwise, disaster might have truly befallen them.

It seemed that from the moment Lin Yi started playing the game to the time he reached diamond rank, only about a week had passed. This fellow was so monstrously talented it defied belief. Of course, his financial resources and extraordinary reflexes and awareness contributed as well.

Liu Ningqian and the others exchanged glances and sighed helplessly, their eyes filled with sympathy as they looked at Song Yiren.

When that mysterious energy spread through Qin Chuan’s entire body, he became oblivious to everything. Where Lu Kong had fled, what Shangguan Yao had said to him, what changes had taken place within his body, or even whether he was alive or dead—he knew nothing.

He finally understood that no matter how much he struggled, it was futile. Others would not care about him; in their eyes, his very existence was a mistake. He had tried to join their side, but nothing ever came of it. In their eyes, he was nothing more than a joke.

In the past, Tang’s mother and Fu Chenghao would often try to persuade her, extolling the virtues of alcohol and how delicious it was, but they never allowed her to drink.

“The people from Bashan Sword Field have arranged a match with Yu Xiuchun from Three-Swords Hall. I heard Yu Xiuchun readily agreed and even said publicly that the outcome of the duel doesn’t matter,” the yellow-robed cultivator reported as soon as Zheng Xiu mentioned Bashan Sword Field.

However, with the existence of the Manga Artists’ Association, situations like a weekly manga magazine dragging out a series and refusing to let the artist end it were exceedingly rare.

Yet, after only a few breaths, everyone’s pupils contracted in shock, for the blood mist that filled the sky slowly coalesced into a phantom-like figure.

Hearing this, Jack remained silent. No matter what An Mu said, he would not be with Meng Ting. That was his decision.

Xie Bi returned to his room, his mood particularly irritable. Even though he had just spoken to his father like that, he felt that, in his current state, neither an outburst nor confession was possible. That was the most frustrating thing of all.

As the ending music played, all the viewers before their computers could no longer suppress the smiles tugging at their lips, revealing an almost maternal fondness, tinged with a fleeting trace of regret.

Facing this peerless blade light, Ye Wushuang’s lips parted slightly. Before him, the ‘Nine-Whorl Fire Dragon Shield’ appeared, coiling protectively around his body. The terrifying blade light struck him, but was blocked by the shield.

In that instant, the gazes of all the journalists and media representatives toward Su Hao turned somewhat plaintive.

At this moment, inside a laboratory brimming with science fiction atmosphere, a strikingly handsome man stood before an experimental bench, frowning in deep thought.