Chapter 76: Finally Returned

“Senior brother, wake up… It’s all my fault, I got a cramp in my hand just now and accidentally dropped you from the sky, sob sob sob…”
“If you die from the fall, I don’t want to live either, wah wah…”
“Hic, I know you don’t like me, but that’s okay—if you wake up, I’ll help you look for Kong Mingzi…”
The high-pitched, buzzing sobs drilled ceaselessly into his ears, growing from distant whispers to an incessant clamor. Ming Shuang opened his eyes, his mind utterly blank, as if he didn’t even remember who he was.
Ling Qiqi, seeing that Ming Shuang had finally awakened after being unconscious for so long, hurriedly helped him sit up from the ground and asked with concern, “Senior brother, you’re awake! Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
This question made Xu Duo narrow his eyes sharply, and for the first time a flicker of annoyance appeared in his gaze toward Malfala—after all, Xu Duo was human too, not some emotionless mortal. Facing the high priest, who seemed to be deliberately hindering him, Xu Duo could not help but feel a surge of resentment.
Sun Zhihui was momentarily taken aback when he heard this. He worried that their target, “Brother Long” Dong Yunlei, would become the focus of everyone’s suspicion. He opened his mouth but before he could speak, Tang Feng smiled at him and said, “Well then, let’s head to the reception room first!” The two exchanged a look of tacit understanding.
He slipped inside, but in the darkness, he could only see Xu Feng illuminated by the glow, both hands gripping his firearms and firing in sweeping arcs. He broke into a run to chase after him.
Most importantly, Lin Shuo had not only failed to find Zuo Lin, but also hadn’t encountered any of those pursuing him.
The fact that a planet could possess its own consciousness did not surprise Gao Shuai. Having personally experienced interstellar war and returned from the Sea of Souls, what could possibly still defy imagination?
This Fangtian halberd was unimaginably heavy. Even the Lion King, weighing it in his hands, found it a struggle. Yet, any cultivator struck by it would be instantly reduced to a bloody pulp.
The two-kilometer-long hull of the Wanderer-class cruiser, painted in the empire’s traditional crimson, stretched ferociously across the sea of warships.
“All right, take a quick nap, and then we’ll get things done. After that, you can go back to sleep, all right?” Xu Duo coaxed Saliya, whose eyelids were drooping, as if comforting a child.
Cui Shan’s face darkened. Through gritted teeth, he said, “With Chief Wang watching over things, hmph, what good are Luo Candong and Zhuang Xiao’s skills? Besides, isn’t Chief Peng still around?” He burst out laughing after he finished.
“Hehe, your chess skills are too formidable. If we keep playing, I’ll only lose even more terribly. I might as well admit defeat early and show some grace,” Fan Weiwei remarked with a laugh.
Guan Ru was the representative scholar of the Confucianists and the leader of the Guanshan Party. Gao Hechang, on the other hand, advocated for Legalist thought. Now that the Guanshan Party’s influence had waned, he let Qi Shenghong take the initiative.
When Shen Yixue looked up, there was only half the ghostly white jade tail left in midair, swiftly vanishing into the Abyss of the Gods’ Burial.
Imperial Physician Li was sweating profusely inside, anxiously discussing solutions with several of his colleagues from the Imperial Medical Bureau as they huddled together.
The doctor nodded and left. Moments later, a nurse wheeled Feng Ziqi out of the emergency room and transferred him to a regular ward. The two of us followed along.
The beggar noticed there were some leftover rabbit bones next to the fire. He sniffed the aroma and smacked his lips.
“Ningxiang? You came to rescue me? You shouldn’t have taken such a risk.” Ningxiang was the name of the seventh concubine, Leng Ningxiang.
Since these were standardized replies, the assistant’s work was easy—just copy and paste.
To see his mother again would only be possible in the next life, so the faint hope of seeing his father became his sole reason for living… He thought only of himself, never sparing a thought for his father’s predicament. He was a failure as a son.
What was vexing was that during this period, Feng Ziqi would always turn up in front of me at random times, claiming it was to keep me from getting bored, to chat with me.
Ji Qingyun hadn’t lowered her hand from her mouth even as she watched Zhou Rui take down the thugs one by one.
Now, though the nickname was taboo throughout the Tianhai Conservatory of Music, in the composition department it was famous indeed.
But last night, Li Ke had already instructed Zheng Fengchi to remember to receive an officer named Xue in the morning.