Chapter 41 The Name "Ji Shichu"

Shi Jing did not linger; having said all that needed to be said, he prepared to depart.

Just as a murderous aura permeated Qian Lin, Altaria suddenly extended its wings to pat him, pointing toward the Poké Ball in his arms.

It was exactly as Bi Jing had stated: the Dawn Base was home to many ability users, most of whom had reached the second tier, making it entirely possible to win through sheer numbers.

To welcome the five sisters, Shen Quan specially authorized the mess hall to prepare a feast, complete with a bottle of red wine seized from the Japanese forces.

After a series of actions, Lin Chen finally managed to pull himself out of that state of total physical and mental captivation.

The people who had been clamoring moments ago were now even more arrogant, exuding a posture that suggested they were right simply because they felt they were.

This was not the first time the Doomsday Island had opened; previous explorations had already brought Baal immense benefits, while also providing them with a deeper understanding of the island's conditions.

Although phrased as a question, her tone carried an irrefutable authority that left Xu Meizhen speechless.

He was the scion of a financial conglomerate, much like Zhou Baiyan—both were characters doted on by their families to the point of being naive and sheltered, making them easy to manipulate.

A gentle sea breeze stirred Canon's long hair. She smiled like a pure, innocent child, feeling the wind on her face as she rode behind Arcanine, while a nearly invisible pink barrier enveloped the two of them.

Had Chuan Bai not led his men there, the provisions for the three-hundred-thousand-strong army that Qiao Chufeng was escorting would surely have been plundered by the barbarians.

Today’s scene would certainly make Sima Jinghong hate her to the core; he would surely never call her "Madame" again.

No, it was simply that An Zeyi, a man whose imagination knew no bounds, had made a mental leap from walnuts to the human brain.

As for later, Zhu Yingtai's reputation became intertwined with various scandalous rumors involving the "Iron-Faced Censor Pei Shan" of the Censorate.

Faced with such an attitude and dialogue, Lin Xiaomo felt there was no need to speak further; no matter what she said, it would be wrong, so it was better to remain silent.

"No, you should handle it," Mu Qingge said with a moving smile, appearing incredibly easygoing.

An Zeyi had large eyes with a slight, Western-style socket and long, defined lash lines. His pupils were dark and clear, like a pool of spring water. Thinking of how his eye corners would flush when he cried made one want to lean in and kiss them tenderly.

Lin Xiaomo scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, which were understated yet displayed luxury at every turn. The unease that had just been suppressed by the teasing began to rise within her once more.

Professor Shen seemed to have just returned from a nearby convenience store; in the hand not secured by a bandage, he carried a plastic bag printed with the store's logo.

And so, I signaled to Madman Mao, betting that he could put on a convincing act and that the hidden Onmyoji, aware of the Mao family descendants, would be unable to detect any flaws.

A sour, indescribable emotion spread through her heart, and she sat in her chair looking utterly dejected.

His gentle, pleasant voice was like a lullaby, gradually calming Fu Qiqi's heart; she sobbed, unable to find words.

As for why he had angrily hung up the video call the night before, it wasn't because he suspected she had another man, but because he was furious that she had lied to him.

She didn't want Fang Musheng to notice anything, especially not that she had already developed feelings for Jiang Yuanheng—and that she was now in too deep.

Before Shen Qingqing could process his words, he had already walked to her side, quickly stripped off her upper garments, and replaced them with his own jacket.