Chapter 62 She Was Sitting on His Lap

This silk scarf was delicate, smooth, and vibrant in color—clearly a high-end item at first glance.

The shop assistant, named Chen Shuying, fell in love with it the moment she caught even a tiny glimpse. She eagerly snatched it up in her hands, greeting Xu Qinghuan with a beaming smile, "Just wait here, we still have some more in the warehouse. I'll go get them for you to choose from."

"Thank you so much, elder sister!" Xu Qinghuan flashed a brilliant smile that blossomed like a hundred flowers in spring, making Chen Shuying want to lay out the finest stamps before her for the picking.

Xu Qinghuan actually didn't—

Immediately after, Childish Master of Tianshan mustered a burst of energy, unleashing a powerful palm strike. While preoccupied with defending against the rising water level, Li Qiushui failed to dodge in time and took the blow full-on. A mouthful of blood instantly spewed forth, and she collapsed in a faint. Having struck with that palm, Childish Master of Tianshan also passed out cold.

Meanwhile, Mo Yunqi was genuinely scared half to death. She had no idea what Zhan Beijie was up to; could he be planning to deal with her right here and now?

"I've sent you a web link. Take a look at it—it's an interview with Yan Yan," Gu Qinzi said.

Today was the weekend, and Yan You had not forgotten that she was going to accompany Mo Yishen to Yihan's birthday banquet.

The coalition forces dispatched to the Northern Sea suffered a string of crushing defeats at the outset, losing numerous territorial waters. Following that, various sacred grounds began pulling their troops out from the region one after another.

A-Kai and A-Nan nearby exchanged a few low murmurs, and A-Nan walked toward the rear. A gloomy-looking A-Bei stood not far from Cheng Rongjian and the others, a firearm gripped in his hand and held against his outer thigh, as if he would charge forward at the very first sign of conflict.

Gazing at the gruesome, blood-red, stitched-up wound revealed after the nurse unwrapped the gauze, Yan You frowned, a sharp pang gripping the depths of her heart.

"Dad, is everything you're saying the absolute truth? For some reason, it sounds a bit strange to me." I felt like certain details didn't quite add up. The reasoning Dad gave seemed to belong to the past, yet something about it felt slightly off.

The Guan Luhun of the past possessed a hint of maturity beneath his raw youthfulness, already possessing the ability to captivate every gaze. But now, he was extraordinarily handsome, standing proudly and independently like a green lotus rising from a muddy world, carefree and graceful.

The closer she got to her due date, the larger her belly grew, causing Cheng Rongjian to follow her around in constant, nervous trepidation, never leaving her side for even a single step.

The tree roots stood half a person high, growing exceptionally thick. Right beside them lay a sloping hillside, the muddy earth choked with dense bushes.

At that moment, Yun Qi silently approached Bai Yanqing. Then, his voice exploded from directly behind her.

"What does this curiosity of his have to do with me?" Though quite dissatisfied with Cui Xiuying for only telling half a story, Chen Zhe still followed her lead and pursued the question.

Nagato sighed. Managing a larger group meant dealing with more responsibilities. He wondered how other time-travelers like him were handling things—did he have companions? Were they seeking peace... or slaughter?

Bai Yanqing gave Caixing a gentle, half-hearted push, and then dropped straight to her knees before Madam Ren with a soft thud.

As Lu Chaoyu spoke, an involuntary look of cherishing and bubbling joy surfaced in her eyes, making Wen Qingzhou feel a tinge of jealousy.

Bai Yanqing pressed a hand to her forehead and glanced sideways at Caixing, who wore an equally aggrieved and bitter expression. Clearly, Caixing had had more than enough of Bai Furong's daily, chant-like grievances.

"Teacher, Yokoyama-kun looks terribly uncomfortable. It seems he might be sick... Shouldn't we take him to the infirmary first?" Mouri Ran suggested with a worried look.

A sharp, piercing gaze cut through the thick darkness, sweeping toward the speaker, who promptly and obediently shut his mouth at the sight.

He had been in charge of the base's security all along. After just a few days away, some new changes had appeared outside the bomb shelter.

With the departure of the two brothers, the fields returned to the task of harvesting sweet potatoes. Everyone chatted and laughed, as if nothing had just happened.

They perfectly embodied what it meant to "bow one's head under a low roof" and that "the wise submit to circumstances."

Only, one wondered if he had crossed paths with a blood-splattered Huo Zhenghao and Wei Jingyi as they fled back in panic.