Volume 1, Chapter 133: Yun Cheng's Pressure

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It turned out I was not dead; my consciousness had merely been temporarily split into one or two parts. One part was still speaking with Yan Qing, so it seemed there was no harm done. Could it be that everything that happened before was just a dream? He had no other intentions—he simply wished to spend the little time he had left accompanying her in doing what she wanted, what he had yet to accomplish.

The sound of hail falling persisted incessantly, and the bats, like warriors steadfast unto death, relentlessly guarded their territory, ceaselessly attacking the invaders.

The city gate official spoke in the formal dialect, but before he could retract his words, it was too late. The abacus clattered to the ground with a sharp “plink!” Several beads slipped off their rods, scattering and rolling everywhere.

Meanwhile, Su Cottonwood was greatly surprised, and somewhat embarrassed and angry. Originally, he had believed that just one sword strike from him would be enough to defeat the opponent, thereby demonstrating their disparity. But the current outcome left him deeply dissatisfied.

After downing a pot of tea, the burning sensation in my stomach lessened considerably. I let out a loud burp, the scent of tea lingering in my breath, though I felt uncomfortably full.

Only after the Feng family members finished recounting everything bit by bit did we understand the full story.

“Who can guarantee that Marquis Fang and Ding Zhuqing haven’t betrayed us? Who can guarantee they aren’t spies sent by the enemy to infiltrate us?”

Li Shangyun rotated his Five Elements technique and activated his Five Elements pupils but found no flaws whatsoever. He then put down his blade and sat heavily on the ground.

The enemy soldiers were trapped inside the alleys, hemmed in by houses on both sides, with nowhere to hide. Under a hail of bullets, they fell in waves. The surviving soldiers turned and fled. On this side of the alley entrance, machine gun fire rang out. Dozens of enemy soldiers didn’t even have time to lie down before being wiped out entirely.

Old grudges from the past were too tedious for Jinxiang to dwell on. If Yuxuan Chi knew she had regained her memory, she might yet turn the past events over and over again.

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While on the road, I had already called Liang Zhenfeng and learned the ins and outs of the matter. Zhou’s mother was heartbroken for her son, thinking that although he had amnesia, at least he remembered his own name. If he had forgotten that, wouldn’t he be easily deceived?

“I was a bit curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.”

“Cousin, any plans for the holidays?” Li Qiaoxin asked warmly as she ladled soup for Xu Weichen, deliberately sitting beside him.

The iron shovel pried open the coffin lid, revealing a skeleton lying silently inside, its black hollow skull staring back at him.

Taylor’s expression conveyed that he saw right through Roy; even the weapon in his hand was sheathed, without a trace of killing intent.

Wasn’t it true that Yang Qian, Lu Qingyu, Jing Yang, and even Su Xiang in the past all started off riding tall horses, nervously pulling their bows? They, too, went from awkwardness to familiarity, and later dared to compete fiercely with Tong Jijingxi and others on the same polo field.

The man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, had yellow hair with a hint of pink dusting. His moderately sized eyes were a shade deeper than lake blue. He wore a white vest, a blue tweed jacket, and black trousers—clearly having taken great care with his appearance before leaving.

“The hospital nights were colder than I imagined. The corridor wall lamps were unlit, and everywhere was dim. I had to rely on the faint light seeping from the rooms to see my steps.”

Qian Ye knew she had been set up this time. Being able to safely and luckily exit the scripted world was already a small blessing amid misfortune.

By nature kind-hearted, she disliked deceiving others. This time, she chose to deceive her uncle and aunt, which left her feeling deeply uneasy. Seeing her aunt and sister in pain, she truly regretted it.

Footsteps approached me, clinking and clanking. The prison gate opened, and I was led out of the cell, leaving behind only a bewildered and terrified Ju Yan.

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Meanwhile, Tong Tian was still struggling through that damned mission. Facing the seemingly endless staircase, a faint bitterness flashed across his face. Without patience, clearing it was nearly impossible.

I smiled calmly. Before I arrived, that den of rats had been so arrogant, but now, it bowed before me.

Apologize? Why apologize? What Baby needed right now was Chen Xiaoran to possess her without question, not an apology. That apology meant only one thing: he still couldn’t be with her. My heart trembled slightly, a strange sense of loss rising.

Baby was tall and slender. Although at home she wore just a pair of fuzzy panda slippers, her figure remained striking. A delicate frame, a waist that could be grasped with a single hand, a rounded, perky rear, and legs so long and graceful they resembled works of art—impossible to look away.

Seeing Siming’s reaction, the man in the purple robe beside him, tall and slender, unexpectedly let out a sharp whisper.

His handsome profile, snow-white teeth, and a faintly tender smile illuminated my darkness.

Hearing what Ghost Number Two said, Luo Hao summoned the power of thunder, condensing two giant hands that hovered less than a meter above Ghost Number Two’s head.

Unconsciously, a week had passed, and the few of us had almost fully adapted to the environment here.

“How can I get through? Tell me. Otherwise, I’ll try first. You wait here for me. If I’m alright, then you can come through,” said the man in red.