Volume 1, Chapter 60: I Don't Want Auntie Moon

Qin Yi's small hand was grasped by a warm warmth.

He looked along the direction of the hand.

However, the person he saw was Xu Mingyue.

A surge of disappointment welled up in Qin Yi's heart.

He was already sick, so why hadn't his mother come to see him?

Seeing Qin Yi open his eyes, Xu Mingyue coaxed him gently.

"It's still early, go back to sleep for a little longer."

Aunt Moon, she must have stayed and watched over him the entire night.

Qin Yi did not dare to say anything more and obediently closed his eyes.

Yet, his heart felt empty and desolate.

Relaxing his posture and no longer resisting this sense of exclusion, Mofeng's figure instantly vanished above the stars.

However, trouble arose. Although Sword Ancestor Divine Fire readily agreed to cooperate with Su Ye, that was only to save his life. Once Sword Ancestor Divine Fire escaped from the maw of the Nether Beast, whether he would truly continue to cooperate with Su Ye remained to be seen.

The corners of Yuan Beidou's mouth twitched slightly. Just how much did these two fellows look down on him that they would play rock-paper-scissors at a time like this to decide who would strike first? Could it be that he looked that weak?

As an outsider who had been in the Buzhou World for less than two months, being able to create such a spectacle could already be considered quite remarkable. Anyone else would probably have been unable to achieve this.

"Fellow Daoist Shaohao, your formidable strength is naturally related to your bloodline ties to the Heavenly Emperor Xuanyuan. However, bloodline is not the most important thing. Can you tell us why you are able to become so powerful?" Moluo Yun asked Shaohao.

Yuan Beidou cradled the Seven-String Seven-Killing Zither in his arms, then began to channel his true essence and primordial spirit thoughts to refine it.

"Deacon Ren, what are you trying to do!" Deacon Xiu turned his head and glared angrily at Deacon Ren. It was one thing for the Guancun Sect and the Tianluo Sect to do this, but even you are going against me?

An old man with white hair and a white beard sat cross-legged upon a stone platform. A ethereal aura emanated from him, giving one a sense of profound depth. He appeared to be cultivating, yet also seemed to be resting his eyes with a closed mind.

Director Gong turned his head and said, "Don't worry, I will investigate this clearly." With that said, he went outside, hailed a taxi, and returned to the police station.

On the battlefield, the sound of war drums, bugles, battle cries, the clanging of metal, and shrieks of agony—all sorts of sounds blended together, surging like a tide to fill the space between heaven and earth.

"Rumble," a huge, cone-shaped white funnel manifested directly out of the sky. "Whoosh," a violent suction force capable of shattering heaven and earth abruptly dragged them right into it.

As for Gao Qiu, his expression was the most dramatic. His complexion shifted between shades of blue and white, a concoction of lingering malice, grief, indignation, shock, and disappointment swirling across his face.

"Damn it, the Nuggets' defense has improved compared to last season." Kobe had thought he could effortlessly crush the opponent by carrying his teammates. Last season, the Nuggets' defense had been abyssal, but with the addition of Martin this season, things were indeed a bit different.

Actually, Zhao Hao had wronged the carriage driver. In this era, visiting brothels and playing around was nothing scandalous; it was even considered a refined pastime. "A decade of awakening a Yangzhou dream, earning the fickle reputation of a brothel patron"—the famous lyricist Liu Sanbian spent half his life idling away in brothels, becoming a romantic figure of the ages.

"This... this should be the fruit of the Wonder Divine Herb. Where did you get this?" Yao Muchen gazed intently at the green sphere in his palm. He had seen descriptions of such an item in ancient pharmacopoeias; it was an extremely rare medicinal material.

Wang Feng could no longer stand by and watch. He rushed forward and kicked a man five or six meters away. The man was seen twitching on the ground, on the verge of death. In front of Wang Feng, these ordinary people seemed as fragile as paper.

"General, there is something on the sea surface repeatedly firing thunder-fire at us! Yes, thunder-fire! Every time we see a flash of fire on the sea, shortly after, our brothers are sent flying half into the sky." Terrified at heart, the soldiers now only wanted to flee outside the stockade.

While Xiao Yushui was speaking, Linghu Tianhai had already found a chair made of purple bamboo and seated himself. Without answering Xiao Yushui's remark, he produced a chessboard from God knows where and began playing a game against himself.