Chapter 39: Number One, Starlight Street (5)

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In the morning, she listened to the instructor’s rambling lectures; in the afternoon, she became a gardener, pruning the hands of the mystic spirits; in the evening, she had to placate guests and provide emotional comfort; and late at night, she still had to play hide-and-seek with monsters.

The girl’s schedule would make even the most diligent hunter sigh in defeat.

Su Ninglong braced herself against the stair railing with one hand.

While the well-behaved children were still carefully climbing the steps, the little delinquent had already taken a shortcut.

She slid swiftly down the banister.

From the kitchen beside the stairs came the intermittent sound of—

The laughter he had heard in the cafeteria moments ago suddenly echoed all around him. The instant he heard it, every hair on his body stood on end, and a chill crept up his back. It felt as though something horrifying were lurking nearby.

No one believed Mu Han at all. Their plan was flawless, without the slightest loophole.

“Is that so?”

The man’s voice was as gentle as ever—unhurried and calm, without the slightest hint of anger—yet Ye Yuhan immediately surrendered.

“My heart aches. I know his son has completely forgotten his grandmother. So now, whenever I can help her, I will. I must earn more money, so Grandma can live happily.”

After carefully examining what Xiao Long had sent over, Cao Jiji finally revealed an excited expression.

Within the Qingqiu Sect’s camp, thousands of figures turned pale as they stared in terror at the unstoppable Blood Beast. The last shred of hope in their hearts vanished as well.

Everyone present had been deceived by Jingyang’s foolish-looking face. They all assumed it was merely a coincidence, and watched gleefully as Situ Ze was thrown to the ground, applauding and cheering.

Those few blows from Ao Chen hurt even more than the ones dealt to Flying Eagle. The ice coffin was his wife’s final safeguard. Once it was opened, if Ao Chen could not save her, everything would truly be over.

Although the Ark Reactor kept the shrapnel away from his heart, who knew whether the tremendous energy he had expended in that battle might suddenly drain the reactor completely? Would he die when that happened?

On the top floor of Haicheng Hotel, Yu Qingchen felt as though he had endured an eternity of torment before finally receiving her reply.

A quarrel was about to erupt before their eyes. At that moment, winds and clouds surged across the horizon. Then a hurricane bore down from above, and the cloud cover seemed to be pierced open.

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Listening to Tang Song’s venting, Hua Ye, far away on the other side, twisted his neck with considerable helplessness.

The gang boss had his men bring several earthen bowls, then ordered them to pour the fruit wine brewed on the farm into them. In a place like this, while eating food such as a whole roasted lamb, drinking from bowls could not have been more fitting.

The people around them all wore looks of eager anticipation. So, were they about to make their move?

Once the crow realized that the shout had not been directed at it, it let out a breath, quietly chided itself for its cowardice, then turned back and prepared to continue toward the second floor.

At first, Huang Xing’er had not understood why Chou Dafu kept coming to her home whenever Wang Yusheng was away. As it happened, her factory had suffered several accidents during that period, so she was resting at home every few days.

There were no major stars, no renowned director, no local advantage, and not even any publicity. Even though it was the global premiere, it was still lukewarmly cast aside at the awkward hour of four in the afternoon.

Before the Trident Fleet officially set out, Hill and Dominic Adolf had already predicted the situations the fleet might encounter.

The moment before, Bartel had been filled with delight. The next, his entire expression froze.

While Qiulin was secretly wondering what was going on, Qiumoyi smiled at Tao Wanyi. Just as Tao Wanyi lowered her head and walked toward Qiumoyi, the door to another room beside them suddenly swung open.

A Taotie with the body of a sheep, a human face, tiger’s teeth, and human hands roared ferociously. A man in a star-studded robe, his black hair cascading down, rode upon its back facing backward, surrounded by immortal radiance and exuding overwhelming grandeur.

Tang San believed that his teacher and Tang Hao were still holding on. Though guilt stirred in his heart, he chose to charge forward nonetheless.

Ding Suantian was even more shocked. He clearly remembered that before Master Luo told Lin Huai that he had a terminal illness, Lin Huai had already written it down above.

Shao Yuyan decided to proceed according to Blake’s theory first. That meant he needed to go to Vandilico University and investigate the relationship between the second victim and the other two.

A child born into the world could not necessarily be called a child. Those who were disabled or malformed were demons reincarnated, and had to be killed. Raising a demon would bring divine punishment.

The Eagle Lord’s body contained the venom of a child parasite and was controlled by the mother parasite, so even a truth serum had no effect.

The Blue Silver Grass lashed out with the tenacity of a great serpent. Four strands coiled toward Lin Yi from four different directions.

Lin Yuan, for his part, did not mind. After taking a bite, he found it quite good—perhaps it was simply the local flavor. The beef had a satisfying chew.

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In Bi Bidong’s eyes, these Titled Douluo were all obstacles to the Martial Soul Hall’s future rule over the continent. They would have to be eliminated sooner or later, so if this battle could destroy them while also yielding a two-hundred-thousand-year soul bone, it was well worth it.

Black steam kept pouring from the rock walls of the volcanic crater, sealing the entire crater tightly. The Monkey King, visibly excited, leapt onto a stone boat that had been secured in place. Following the flow of lava, he arrived beneath the Fire Tree, gently placed a hand against its trunk, and released crimson source energy.

Then he dared not delay. He immediately rose and headed for the inner residence, intending to report everything to Zhu Jingyuan while he was still at the manor.

This operation could indeed reduce acid reflux and even give patients the illusion that they had been cured. However, fundoplication had its drawbacks. As time passed—three or five years, or perhaps a little longer—the folded portion of the stomach could easily loosen, eventually causing the condition to recur.

But suppose the card master who created this card was skilled at treasure hunting and learned the story of the Yellow Turban Rebellion in some ancient ruin.

Seeing him in that state, Ye Zhizhi knew there was no chance of getting any more information from him, so she let the matter drop.

At that moment, the Dragon King of the Well stood atop a reef with both hands clasped behind his back. A red-scaled golden crown rested upon his head, and he wore a grand scarlet royal robe adorned with countless worldly patterns. On his feet were river-treading boots that could cross eighty thousand miles.

Ye Zhizhi swam toward the light, while Mo Chuanlan continually pursued her from behind.

He shuddered again. Baoyu desperately held back his tears, clutched his damp trousers, and edged over to Jia Zheng’s side.

Luo Fu’s plan for his early development was to focus on divine paths that were easier to achieve, such as cuju and Sichuan opera, while using advanced divinities like the gods of battle and water as supplementary goals. Whenever he made progress, he would team up with Brother Monkey to grind levels.

Yang Qingyin’s words were not false. He truly was considering Zhu Jinghong’s interests, and he had thought very far ahead, all to ensure that Zhu Jinghong could remain safe for the rest of his life.

“When that time comes, if she dies in your clinic, do you think the situation will turn out well? Let me operate on her—there is still a sliver of hope. We might as well try to revive a dying horse.”

Lu Ha wiped his hands again and again with alcohol and iodine, his voice utterly calm.

Yu Zhe had no choice but to give in. He ordered the same breakfast as yesterday, ate it quickly, and returned with Uvia’s gift. There was too much to do today, and not enough time.

The fat man wore a placid expression. He had known Zheng Jingren was coming long ago; he simply had not pointed it out. In truth, he wanted to see whether Zheng Jingren would take his side after meeting this capable subordinate of his.

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