Chapter 15: No One Can Bully Chuchu!

Ying Zhiyao’s eyes curved into crescents as she nodded.

Then, without forgetting to put on a stern little face, she declared, “No one is allowed to bully Chuchu!”

Ji Shichu looked at Ying Zhiyao.

To be honest, he and Ji Nuan had endured every kind of hardship and suffered every kind of grievance over the years.

Tian Zifang cursed inwardly at the time. He knew that Wei Ji was truly unlikely to amount to anything; this single incident was enough to show that the boy was incapable of accomplishing anything significant.

She had originally wanted to press him for more answers, but her thoughts were rather muddled at the moment. Besides, she probably would not get anything useful out of him, so she simply let it go.

These characters, though not the most prominent or central to the story, would lay the foundation for the success of the entire production and add considerably to its brilliance. Yet it was the many young actors who would truly carry the whole show.

He was just about to explain that he did not need to rest when Miao Siqi, standing beside him, gently tugged at his clothes, her face flushed crimson.

The lightning was a blue-violet hue, possessing the utmost yang energy and force. The instant it appeared, it dispersed the demonic aura that permeated the surroundings.

The venue fell utterly silent as everyone waited quietly for the Mediterranean man over there. Before he had even raised his bid, the spotlight had already turned toward him.

Han Qu immediately sent someone to express his willingness to support the Three Jin Alliance. After Wei breached Changling in Chu, he reached a secret agreement with Wei: once the mourning period ended, the two states would immediately launch a joint campaign to crush Chu. Han did not want any of Chu’s territory, but hoped that Wei would not object to Han’s conquest of Zheng.

When Maribelle entered the presidential office with a yawn, her close friend Audeline hurried forward and began whispering softly in her ear.

The somewhat devil-may-care air she had previously carried had vanished completely, replaced by an attitude of calm composure.

Because the symptom was a headache, Laifu had considered many possibilities before finally settling on a brain tumor. Such an illness required surgery—and not merely surgery, but a high-risk operation whose cost was exorbitant.

They remained alive because of their instinctive desire to survive. They did not want to die, and as long as they could somehow carry on, their capacity for endurance grew stronger and stronger.

Qiao Wei looked left and right again, but the result was unchanged: he still found no other foreign object. Shaking his head to himself, he stopped paying attention to his sensations and prepared to drag the ice wolf away.

Though startled, the cultivator did not panic. While increasing the flow of spiritual power, he manipulated his magical artifact to intercept the attacking fire serpents. Fortunately, as sheets of rain poured down, the serpents’ bodies gradually melted away. He only needed to hold on a little longer before the rain completely extinguished them.

Zhao Feiyan immediately shot Lu Qi a strange look, then turned her gaze toward Xiao Moyu.

“I need to rest for a while. This battle-type zombie, with three times the strength, is far too powerful. I’m injured. It’s just…” Xiao Moyu sighed as he spoke.

Yet the surrounding frigid air continued to surge toward Su Heng, radiating a freezing chill. He released a faint trace of fire energy, effortlessly blocking the encroaching cold.

Qiao Wei clenched his teeth in fury, his fists already balled tightly. He desperately wanted to strike Wang Qingtong with all his might, but he had not yet lost his reason. This was clearly a provocation designed by Wang Qingtong to make him abandon all rational thought.

Across the vast territory of Chu, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, Mu Lingtian had very few relatives left. His mother and Qingyue were his closest kin.

After saying this, Mi Mingkong still felt that he could not see clearly enough. He simply led the three of them inside, watching as the soldiers undergoing modification entered the process one after another.

Tang Juexiao carried a bowl of spicy hot pot noodles to find Fu Mengyao. She was watching music videos on YouTube.

“I’ll give you a chance to reap the benefits without lifting a finger—take the Cloud-Swallowing Pearl from that Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox!” said the man in the bamboo hat casually, idly turning the ring on his thumb.