Chapter 47: Why Waste It?
“What are you doing here?”
On her way to the county supply and marketing cooperative, Hua Ning suddenly heard someone call out to her.
Following the voice, she noticed Xia Juncheng’s handsome face glistening with droplets of water, his deep, dark eyes shining as he gazed intently at her.
Xia Juncheng quickly stepped in front of Hua Ning, his eyes flickering with a warmth and tenderness even he hadn’t realized.
“Did you come to the county for something?”
He spoke evasively, his expression somewhat uneasy.
Hearing Ye Shanghan’s words, Chen Man blushed deeply, covering her face with both hands, her ears burning red as if she wished to disappear into the ground.
After a few simple opening remarks, the old man turned and headed toward the dormitory building, seemingly ready to leave all the soldiers who had welcomed him behind.
Moreover, the new comments were increasing at a pace unimaginable to Ye Shanghan. Within just a few minutes, Tianyin had already become a trending topic on Weibo.
Even without their stirring the pot, there was a tacit acceptance of what had just transpired. Had they spoken up and communicated in time, the situation would never have escalated to this point, nor would so many have been injured.
Despite his eccentric behavior, the mad Taoist was truly a Golden Core Grandmaster. Yet he was a tragic figure; during the Golden Core tribulation, a deep-seated knot in his heart allowed inner demons to invade. Although he successfully forged his Golden Core, he could not evade the assault of the inner demons.
Snowflakes fell around Bing’s side—many of them—each with blades visible to the naked eye, razor-sharp and deadly.
At that moment, the natural disaster floating in the sky, as though swimming on its back, activated the two feathered wing control devices on its back. Two red lights began blinking rhythmically, prompting the wings to gradually adjust their span as it slowly flipped downward, diving toward the ground.
Jinyu: The teacher’s a bit paranoid. Last time on TV, they said toddlers as young as two or three already love their phones.
Rows upon rows of controlled cultivators exploded themselves, causing heavy casualties among the defending cultivators who couldn’t retreat in time. The severity of this carnage was compounded by the fact that the controlled cultivators had breached the defenses, mingling with the human cultivators and continuing to advance.
Shizi nodded as the two walked down a long corridor, suddenly opening onto a vast square below, where thousands of large alchemy furnaces were neatly arranged.
Playing with his phone, Xiang Zetian only then noticed that his lock screen was a photo of him and Tian Xin kissing.
However, Fu Shijin was away on a business trip with Yu Cheng in another city the afternoon Yu Jiaqi was discharged. Without Fu Shijin, Xu Bo wouldn’t come to Bozhou either. Thus, the matter that Lu’s father had entrusted to Lin Jiajia had yet to find an opportunity to be brought up.
“Third brother, what on earth are you doing in the middle of the first month? Nearly thirty years old and still so irresponsible,” Grandpa Mu, sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, hooked Mu Zhijun’s arm with his cane, pulling him close and signaling with his eyes for Cen Manzhen to communicate with Jian Yijun.
My expression stiffened, unsure whether to show more happiness or surprise.
In the days that followed, Ai Qiaoqiao finished the farm work for her family and found an excuse to sneak out, tagging along with Zhang Wu to catch field mice.
“Xingyue, what was that just now? The water practically surged to the sky,” said Liao Fan, the monk, who seemed otherwise absent from ordinary affairs.
To verify, after one of Gu Xi’s empty punches, I suddenly shouted, “Left rear!”
Everyone on the field instinctively turned to look at me, none understanding what I was calling out. Gu Xi merely furrowed his brow but missed the chance to intercept.
Ai Yonggui stepped back, putting some distance between himself and Ma Shi, wary that Ma Shi might impulsively strike at his face.