Chapter 34: Returning the Watch

It was as if the deed had already been confirmed, even though it never happened.

Huo Yanshu squeezed Ruan Tang’s hand and replied in a low voice, "All right."

The two of them headed back.

Past ten o’clock in the middle of the night, Lin Hui opened her eyes in bed, sat up, and strained her ears to listen for movement next door.

Upon hearing the soft, shuffling sounds of dragging footsteps, Lin Hui felt reassured. She rose unhurriedly, took clothes from the wardrobe, and quietly made her way to Huo Jiamei’s room.

Huo Jiamei, having gone to take a shower, was completely unaware.

"Go, go, go!" he jumped onto the wooden raft with excitement. The others followed suit one after another. With each additional passenger, the raft sank slightly, yet it remained steady, slowly drifting upward until, in the blink of an eye, it cleared the mountain peak.

Now, it seemed this mysterious space might actually allow him to realize his dream. How could he possibly give up so easily? Let alone enduring this bit of suffering—even if it meant being flayed alive or breaking a few bones, Gu Feng would grit his teeth and push through.

Meanwhile, the giant serpent was in hot pursuit. Feeling flustered and terrified, it accidentally snapped off a treetop and plummeted to the ground.

She wanted to find Feng Wufei; she wanted to be direct, even if it meant jeopardizing Zhuge Ye’s plans.

Among them, the most famous was Zhou Yuji, the regional commander of Daizhou. Relying on his own strength, he held his ground in Daizhou and Ningwu, inflicting massive losses on the Shun army and claiming the lives of fifty to sixty thousand of their troops.

"You found what you were looking for, didn't you?" Yao Fucheng refused to let Yun Zhaohua go, which only confirmed Yelu’s suspicions.

The three-headed tiger beast glared at the trio, each head letting out a roar that shook the soul and chilled the blood.

In those days, countless low-level demons and monsters—such as vengeful spirits, fox demons, and tiger spirits—roamed. With the human race’s vitality flourishing, the power of the Nine Provinces Barrier could be pushed to its limits to protect the realm; even the slightly more powerful demons couldn't even find an opportunity to step across the barrier.

Cheng Ji waited on the highway for nearly forty minutes before he saw Xu Tanshi’s Spyker, a car with a high-profile model and an even more high-profile license plate.

Seeing that his spiritual energy was as responsive as his own limbs, Gu Feng immediately felt a sense of relief. Following the descriptions in the "Ancient Miscellaneous Records," he instantly channeled his spiritual energy into a protective layer, firmly sealing Gong Hualun’s bleeding wound.

The massive warship continuously performed evasive maneuvers, dropping depth charges to intercept torpedoes while its weapon systems fired back at full capacity.

I wanted to say more, but the landlady pinched me hard, and I nearly cried out. I woke up instantly; it was better not to say such things, lest I frighten others. Fortunately, no one was listening closely to the rest of my words, as they were all staring toward Ghost Grinding Cliff.

"Of course, please, by all means, tell me in detail." Ran Sinian was intrigued; after all, Chen Jiakui’s subconscious might have sensed the potential danger, feeling the presence of Wang Xiao, who had been eyeing him from the start.

He Nanyu looked past He Dongfeng’s long legs at Yuanbao on the bed and smiled. "Sister-in-law, look at you. You’ve clearly stolen someone else’s boyfriend, yet you always act as if it were only natural..."

Ran Sinian found it amusing. How could Li Zhimin save him? If Li Zhimin truly had the ability to save him, he wouldn't have harmed him twenty years ago.

"But what?" The Major’s expression grew impatient. With Japan frequently mobilizing its troops recently and war on the verge of breaking out, he was in a very bad mood.

Seeing the hemp rope in her hand, my eyes widened. This rope looked incredibly familiar, filthy as it was—wasn't it the very same one that had appeared in her bag earlier?

"Yes, yes. I was a bit hot-tempered just now. Old Li, please don't take offense," Elder Yan said. He had the closest relationship with Elder Zhao, so he would listen to whatever Elder Zhao said.

In the eyes of Ying Zheng, the Mohists and the various schools of thought were tumors rotting the empire that had to be eradicated. In the eyes of those schools, Ying Zheng was an unconscionable butcher who deserved to be executed by all.