Chapter 17

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Leaving the casino and stepping outside, the roadside lights shone brightly, illuminating the trees along the path.
Yet she knew the beacon tower still stood there, though no one would ever hold her and spin atop it again.
Bai Si glanced sideways at the stern, expressionless man, smiled faintly, then turned back.
The walls surrounding the hall were lined with medicine cabinets, each labeled with the names of herbs.
Noticing the movement in Prince Chen’s eyes, Doctor Ju removed the last few needles and waited quietly.
Watching Xiao Yan’s seemingly frantic state, Xiao Yue sighed inwardly. When he first heard his father’s words, he was shocked, but nothing compared to the indescribable turmoil Xiao Yan was experiencing—a feeling that could easily shatter one’s mind.
Song Yazhu nodded politely, then sat down, picking up her chopsticks to eat the tomato scrambled eggs before her.
Later, she vaguely recalled his silhouette; when arranging the wooden cabin, she had a brief encounter with him.
Clenching his fists, he rose again; sweat beads quickly formed on his forehead despite his usual cold-blooded nature, a rare sign of such exertion.
“Baor, have I ever told you... this palace is cold, but since you came, it has become warm—so warm I never want to step outside,” Qian Jin whispered softly by Baor’s ear with closed eyes.
Virtual combat was like this—facing many unknowns. Beyond data, Qin Long had no other knowledge of this stranger challenger, but with a wager of a thousand superior energy crystals, Qin Long’s interest was piqued. After a moment’s hesitation, he decided to accept the challenge.
At this moment, Yazi Ridge was unusually busy. Thousands of bags of hay transported from Zhongling County were stacked on both sides of the cliff. Batches of soldiers searched for ambush points, lying low in the snow, careful to make no sound. Dawn had broken; any mistake would reveal them to the new army.
The arrogant laughter grew closer, yet the two on high alert could not pinpoint its source. Back to back, they spun around, Qing Yin still supporting Qian Jin with one hand.

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Baor curiously stretched her head, glancing at the patterns on the paper. She was tracing a fierce dragon, soaring magnificently—a wondrous sight.
“Get lost, what NPC? Didn’t you see that guy’s head has a Chinese flag on it?” Someone with sharp eyes spotted the national emblem on Li Yu’s head floating in midair.
Holding a caramel custard, he had joined the Joy Group. He knew the Joy Group was about to collaborate with Hisense, and Hu Xixi was so busy she sometimes skipped lunch.
Almost simultaneously, a white light streaked past not far behind Qin Long. The light paused briefly but continued trailing him.
After two or three minutes of practice, Yang Yang had mastered the art of kissing. Now he craved more than lip contact; his hands wandered restlessly on An Qin’s body, especially targeting her pert hips and delicate chest.
Man Jia watched Chen Zimo eat; he didn’t even glance her way. Frustrated but not angry, she went straight to her room to change clothes.
Upon hearing this, thirty to forty young martial masters under thirty from the Cao family stood up and charged toward the light screen.
Zuo Shaotang also looked at the approaching man, who exuded a terrifying aura as he stared at Wen Xi’s pale face. He had seen this man in Wen Xi’s phone. He had pursued Wen Xi for years, but Wen Xi never agreed; he knew there was someone Wen Xi could never forget—himself.
“If we have offended you, please forgive us and accept our apology!” Lowering her head, An Muyan’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“I’m just furious. I’m asking you now—why are you leaving?” Qin Kexin was seething with anger.
Though the universal capsules in the Dragon Ball world had long been developed, their prices remained exorbitant. Even Yamcha, a desert bandit, had only a few capsules at his disposal.
This was why Shen Qie Lan, who claimed to help their uncle and nephew leave Dongchang Prefecture, still held Xi Jiao as a hostage.
“A gift?” Jiang Ciyun chose this one: sweet words—today she had already said “I love you,” but she thought these things didn’t matter. What mattered was being together; as long as he treated her sincerely, she would feel it.

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Though unclear why this time the otherworldly beasts arriving in the human world were far weaker than the seven SSS-class ones before.
Upon arriving at the hospital and seeing Lin Feng unconscious on the bed, Bai Muxue burst into tears, sitting by the bedside, sobbing to herself. Ni Xiang tried to comfort her, but to no avail, finally letting her cry—perhaps only then would her heart feel some relief.
In their eyes, this new world had already been shattered and ravaged by the otherworldly beasts beyond recognition.
Ma Jiaohong nodded, not pressing further. Being a leader meant she understood more than most, knowing some things were red lines best avoided.
“Imperial Concubine Taifei, that matter is not urgent. Anyone dissatisfied with Li’er will surely act again,” Gong Mo Li guessed who was involved. The child in her womb threatened whose position was clear; without evidence, she dared not speak recklessly.
The beast was startled again, truly believing this madman had no compassion and would kill if he said so. If he really killed, they couldn’t involve the police and would have to clean up the mess themselves—a risk too great for their reputation.
It was hard to imagine how these people on Earth trained. It was said that Shui Han and others began their cultivation after leaving Earth, with cultivation time no less than his own—how could they reach such skill?
The guards finally found Fangfei Palace and discovered a suspicious black package in Imperial Concubine Fangfei’s inner chamber, immediately surrounding the palace.
Prime Minister Chu was likely attending to state affairs and was not at the mansion. Entering the flower hall, only Lady Chu accompanied us.
Putting away the phone, stepping out of the elevator, she saw the entire first floor was occupied by the so-called Everyone Entertainment Company.
She closed her eyes, steeling her heart, turning her head away as silent tears slipped down her cheeks. He turned her body toward him; she snorted and opened his hand to face him. When he tried to lift her, she struggled free, still coldly turning her back.