Day Fifty-Nine of My Brother Loving Me Too Much

Yet at this moment, Xintian would rather endure the agony of soul-seizure than "enjoy" this bizarre and extraordinarily eccentric sensation.

The sky was very dark, swept by a wind howling from north to south. Amidst the towering skyscrapers of the bustling metropolis, it raged unrestrained like a roaring monster, its booming cries terrifying pedestrians on the street into utter helplessness. The wind, meanwhile, smugly crouched aside, waiting for the next round of its game.

Scene after scene flashed continuously through Lin An's mind—from the martial artists trading intelligence at a street corner in the Imperial Capital, to those loyal to the First Prince sitting in silent protest on the plaza outside the Sky-Extreme Hall. Lin An suddenly understood that the most powerful force at present was not the Flame Emperor, but the momentum of the situation itself.

She also gazed straight into his eyes, without a shred of fear, looking into his pupils calmly and quietly.

Since everyone had made up their minds, Lin Feng no longer obstructed them, leading the group together into the palace formation.

At noon, he arrived at the third area. The sight before him made him gasp involuntarily: the mountain peak marked with a red dot on the deerskin map was in utter disarray. Most of the trees were uprooted or snapped, some even displaced from their original locations. Though no corpses were in sight, large patches of blood stained the snow everywhere.

Before he could recover his wits, a chill swept across his throat, and the world in his eyes grew increasingly blurry until it plunged into absolute darkness.

Over the time that followed, using Chen Xu as an excuse, Sun Hao continuously and deliberately tried to cozy up to Lu Tianfeng. By the time the drinks were nearly finished, the two had actually thrown their arms around each other's shoulders, looking precisely like sworn brothers.

"What on earth happened?" Venerable Yuxiu asked with a shock-filled expression, looking somewhat perplexed at the Master of Empty Bamboo.

"Come, have some!" The master poured Dongzi a full glass of beer—local Lu City beer, Lu Gong Gong beer.

"Only when the sinister can return to fortune, can one realize the presence of ghosts and gods upon a single thought." Gao Gong blushed slightly, pondered for a long time, and then shook his head in bewilderment.

Time ticked away, and terrifying bolts of lightning continually crashed down, yet the dragon-shaped ashes persisted without dispersing!

To deal with him, Tantai Qian'er had racked her brains and schemed for a very, very long time, taking his supreme treasures and every single means of preserving his life into consideration, leaving him no escape route whatsoever.

Had he known a little more—known that Yang Zhiyong was the most skilled gunfighter among Song Zhiyue's subordinates—Song Duanwu probably would not have remained as calm and composed as he was now. For this stubborn fellow only ever used two approaches when dealing with people possessing specialized talents.

More than seven million people had followed him to the ancient universe, and they were in desperate need of a foothold. They could not possibly keep wandering forever in the dangerous regions of spacetime turbulence.

"Lin Yan, Senior Brother Wu Chengzhi asked me to look after you." The speaker was none other than the disciple who had warned Xiao Yan a few days prior.

Situ Xiao deeply regretted that night—why he had mistakenly blundered into Siying's room, and why he had forged such a fatal enmity with Li Yilin, causing the latter to cast aside years of life-or-death camaraderie and turn into a relentless enemy, even taking his Mengzhu away.

"Why do you look a bit familiar to me?" That person stared at Song Duanwu, his brows knitted in contemplation.

On the mountainside of a towering peak, a scene caught his attention: broken ancient trees, churned-up earth, pockmarked ground, mottled bloodstains, and a scattering of corpses clearly pointed to a brutal and fierce battle having taken place there.

Following closely behind the Planet Venus, Swordsman stepped into the heavenly court, looking around with curious eyes. Everything within his field of vision felt entirely novel to him.

A loud bang echoed from within. Not knowing what had happened and hesitant to push the door open to enter, Old Bai could only wait anxiously outside.

Liu Hong said viciously. The reason he dared speak thus was his belief that his scores of men had already got Swordsman firmly in the palm of their hands.

Shortly after the related video appeared, the Loli Organization convened a meeting. The core agenda was how to track down Lang Zhan and assist him in exacting vengeance.

The higher-ups had issued explicit instructions: a thorough investigation was mandatory, and regardless of which faction was implicated, the truth had to be brought completely to light.

Jiang Yuanzhou's face was full of heartache while Linlin sobbed, pressed against his shoulder. Jiang Yuanzhou cast a cold glance at Xu Yan.

Recalling Jiang Yuanzhou's reaction in the private room just moments before, Xu Shen pressed both hands against the washbasin and lowered her gaze. Ling Shiyin watched her profile intently.

The Underworld—what is anciently known as hell or purgatory. Common expressions like "sending you to hell" or "enduring the endless suffering of purgatory" all signify the profound misery and terror of deathly trials, which shows how far-reaching the influence of the Underworld is upon living beings.

Pei Qin silently rolled her eyes toward the heavens. Everyone was having fits; Blind Mo barely managed to keep his from being too violent. Remembering that Shen Songming was still throwing a fit at her house demanding to marry her, she nodded, "Alright!"—and began teaching Mo Heng simplified Chinese characters.

"Lord Duke, rest assured. With Watson's strength, who could possibly harm him?"尼斯 said indifferently.

"Are you referring to Dragon Thorn and Liu Qiang?" As sharp-witted as Lin Zhong, how could he possibly fail to guess what his subordinates were thinking?

"Let's tell everyone. These are our own people." Adversity reveals true feelings; the five team members present had moved Dragon Thorn with their actions.

The Blood Demon Hu Tianyu froze slightly, but after letting out a hum of disdain, he turned around and retreated into the cabin without a word, wearing an inscrutable expression.

The Demon Emperor's action was undoubtedly hinting at something. Several of these disciples had witnessed He Lengguang's corpse firsthand and knew that their master had always been extremely ruthless in his methods.

"My background is similar to the boss's; we're both orphans and former soldiers. From now on, we are the closest of kin." As soon as Dragon Thorn finished speaking, Number Nine immediately jumped out to declare his stance. Having finally found a point of commonality with the captain, he was certainly going to make the most of it.

What shocked him even more, however, was that without needing the backing of any major faction, Tang Luo himself was entirely capable of reducing him to dust within minutes.

"Swear an oath~" Having finally seized an opportunity to steal a kiss, Wildcat was certainly not going to let her off easily.

Drawing lessons from past mistakes and wishing to prevent the awards ceremony from appearing dreary and lacking heavyweight guests, the organizing committee had scheduled the ceremony for the second night for the first time this year.

"No need for thanks, just give my sister a few autographed photos." Lin Yu waved his hand casually, without mentioning his name.

Knowing that her emotional knots ran too deep to be untied in a short time, Mao Leyan could only seal her primordial spirit with a talismanic spell.

Modern life felt like a dream. No matter how hard she tried to decorate her room to look like a modern one, she could not soothe the sense of unease in her heart. Everything felt like the wooden bicycle she had crafted with her own hands—awkward, bizarre, and deeply disheartening.

"You? Old blind eyes! You just happened to stumble upon it!" The old prison guard stationed at the back door—and the only open sentinel who hadn't fired a shot—said half-jokingly.