Chapter 64: Standing Up for Your Little Lover

Springwater Family of the Nineties Listening to the Rain Among the Hall of Magnolia 1323 words 2026-04-10 09:06:21

“Who did I run errands for to end up scorched like this?”
Wang Fan complained discontentedly, “Braving the heat, squeezing into the train station to buy tickets—do you know how tough that is?”
“You picked up a pair of ragged pants along the way to make up for your losses?”
Gu Bin teased him with a smile as he walked over to the dead computer, skillfully dismantling the case.
“This isn’t just something I picked up.”
Wang Fan displayed his pride. “You just don’t get it, do you? This is called fashion—hip-hop style. My oldest sister—”
“Yes, yes, there are so many things I don’t understand,” Ah Zi chimed in sweetly.
Given Bai Li Dengfeng’s current spiritual power, after six whole hours, the “spatial wormhole” he’d constructed hadn’t even reached beyond the imperial city. At this rate, connecting to Azure Dragon Kingdom’s capital would take at least a month.
There were numerous restaurants near their rented place, among which the Kristoya Restaurant was the most famous. It was packed early, with people lining up outside the door.
But as the Blood Sea approached, Minghe felt a premonition in his heart—something was bound to happen today. Having reached this level of cultivation, such intuition was never wrong, though whether it would be good or bad, Minghe couldn’t guess.
After tens of thousands of years, surviving countless brushes with death and witnessing innumerable grand events, it thought nothing could surprise it anymore.
Yet, every time he tried to strike at Luo Chen, he was blocked by Luo Canglin for various reasons.
Even though he exerted his full strength, pushing his physical power to the extreme, he still couldn’t match Xiao Yi and ultimately suffered a severe injury.
At this moment, Leng Hanxuan’s heart was a thousand times more fearful than Mok Ji’s; his former bravado was gone, and he could barely speak.
Jiang Tian, president of the student council, might not be able to command everyone, but his influence was considerable. As soon as he finished speaking, many students echoed his sentiments.
So over the years, the Jiang family patriarch rarely continued his playful banter with his son, becoming ever more stern, leaving Jiang uncertain about what to do.
Their boss was neither a saint nor a celestial being, incapable of withstanding such immense harm, and hell-bent on killing his fiancée simply because she was deeply loved by his own brother.
“Zhang Wu, enough!” Zhang Wude looked at Zhang Wu. Years ago, a small act of kindness had forged a bond, and unexpectedly, it allowed him to escape his cage.
White Wuchang shook his head helplessly, his mourning staff trembling. The white bandages unraveled instantly, forming a skeletal figure that charged into the Place of Wailing, stirring up spiritual energy like a tidal wave, unleashing a roaring storm of ghostly force. He could already tell this place was truly strange.
When Ye Qi knocked twice on the massive golden rings in the mouths of the two colossal Golden Devourer Beasts, the huge gate—over thirty feet tall—creaked open and slid aside of its own accord.
But at that moment, Ye Qi moved his hand, throwing out the Tai’a Sword, which, after the demise of the Nightmare of Undying, had become an ownerless artifact.
Every time Qixia asked him, he said he was busy with official duties, handling affairs between the demon and monster realms, and had to report to the Heavenly Emperor in the celestial court. He was indeed swamped.
It was probably the first day of middle school. Coincidentally, Qiao Yu and Lin Yun both thought they were late due to traffic, and so as not to disturb others, sat in the last row, becoming temporary desk mates until the teacher reassigned seats the next day.
“Crazy Zhang, come, come! Let me see if you’ve made any progress these years!” Old Huo stood up, clenching his fists, ready to spar with Crazy Zhang.
After a loud neigh, a puppet mount—a Huang beast—suddenly leapt forward, driven by the colossal soldier puppet’s legs, charging straight at Ye Qi.
“Idiot, Meiyan is asking your name.” Seeing Lin Feng looking completely bewildered, Yun Yue, sitting nearby, couldn’t stand it anymore. This guy just pretends to understand when he doesn’t.