Chapter 58

The village where she lived was nestled near the border between China and Myanmar, inhabited by various ethnic minority groups. The local customs were simple and honest, and although they were newcomers, the villagers did not discriminate against them, showing them a great deal of kindness and care. However, good times do not last. When she reached the age of five, her nightmare began.

No one tried to persuade her to go back, but no matter how hard everyone attempted to stop her, An Caifeng still insisted on rushing back.

If someone had told Shen Wanrong that he was going to be killed, he wouldn't have been this terrified, because death at least allowed for reincarnation. But having his principal soul ripped away meant that not only would he be reduced to a state of idiocy for the rest of this life, but due to his incomplete soul, even if he were to be reincarnated ten times over, he would remain a fool for all ten lifetimes.

She answered the call and hung up without giving it much thought, assuming it was just a prank by some friend or a mischievous stunt by an active fan. She had no desire to waste time on such boring nonsense.

Several soldiers immediately raised their blades and seized Chen Bai. Although they had no way of inflicting any real harm upon him, Allen still broke out in a cold sweat.

He went to inspect the other rooms, then walked out with a solemn expression. "He wasn't in his room when I woke up. The door was open, and I thought he had already come out."

The face in the mirror was so round it lacked any sharp angles, making her once-delicate features impossible to distinguish.

"What makes you so sure my little Tao will live with you?" Gongye Xuan asked with a hint of mockery in his tone.

Yet, among the people of this Yin-Yang realm, what sort of demons and ghosts had they not witnessed? Even if they felt fear, it wouldn't reach such an extreme extent, especially since the environment they lived in was a world where monsters and humans coexisted.

Otherwise, Xiao Xize would have had a falling out with her right to her face, a outcome Yang Zhenxi would never wish to see.

"Does it feel like a stretch of time has been stolen?" Chen Ziqi quietly raised a question in her heart.

Seeing the blade-backed jackal pounce forward so cooperatively, Lan Xingyu did not hesitate; he side-stepped and easily dodged the creature's aerial charge.

"You—you are actually going to enter the demonic path through Buddhism, completely assimilating Wu Tianjiu's binding force?" Ye Chen's transformation left Lan Haijing utterly astonished.

"What do you think of your father? Didn't you already figure this out beforehand?" Potts said speechlessly, exasperated by such a child-obsessed father.

"It wasn't there last night, surely!" After the words slipped out of her heart, Qingyu almost wanted to sew her own mouth shut on the spot, only relaxing when she realized that only Ting, with his upper body bare, was looking at her.

"Sister Potts, didn't you dislike sour food?" As Potts and Tony's private chef, Xingyu knew their preferences inside and out. Sister Potts had never been this fond of sour flavors before.

Clearly, Thor had completely missed the point. "A king must always be prepared for battle," he declared.

With such heavy nourishment, weren't they afraid of getting nosebleeds? Qingyu gave him a silent, sidelong glance and resolved not to let him get his way.

This time, he directly broke through to the peak of the Martial Sage realm, and the marrow-cleansing process also granted him greater stamina, significantly enhancing his combat power.

The princess hadn't even married over yet, and she was already worrying about General Ji every single day. If they actually wed, wouldn't the princess be completely wrapped around the general's finger?

That's right, killing the Prince of Yan right now would enrage the Emperor, but the Emperor wouldn't be able to find anyone else to take over the military tally. As long as the bandits of the Liangjie Mountains kept causing trouble, the Emperor would be helpless and would still have to rely on the Grand Protector of the Country.

Tian Xiu was overjoyed to finally be able to touch the things she loved, and Tian Tian was equally happy. With someone she trusted managing things, she could safely become a hands-off boss and continue tinkering with her orchards.

Despite all this, Chu Jing's funeral did not appear desolate; many of her business partners came to attend. Given Chu Jing's status in the business world, how could her funeral possibly be anything less than grand? Han Jingxuan spotted Mo Yi and Tao Siyue.

"Slap." It was an anticipated outcome, yet she stubbornly refused to fear being hurt. Han Jingxuan's face was already somewhat numb; the icy rain and the resounding slap could not compare to the pain in her heart.

They arrived at the Blue Bridge Italian Restaurant, and after finding a seat by the window, a waiter enthusiastically came over to let them order.

"You'er, what are you thinking about?" My older brother asked, looking at me when I remained silent for a long time.

Dong Yicun had guided her out of that dark period. She felt grateful to him, yet she also harbored a deep envy, because no matter what, Dong Yicun remained an unforgettable presence in her life.

"Why are you here?" Han Jingxuan felt a trace of doubt and incomprehension, but mostly suspicion. She suspected that her eyes were playing tricks on her, otherwise how could he possibly appear right before her eyes?

"What apologies? Aren't we speaking the truth?" The monk stood up and argued with a resounding voice.

Seeing this scene, Qin Lang was in too much agony to speak. He could no longer fathom where he might find the strength, but he had to break through; he had to shatter this barrier. If he couldn't even break through this barrier, how could he ever speak of saving Qin Yun?

"What were you guys talking about just now?" At Shan Bai's signal, Shi Jie took off his fragmentary mask and crushed it to pieces.

Golden-yellow cartridge casings ejected from the Gatling gun, bouncing on the ground and making a crisp, clattering sound.

Lu Feng's family was very wealthy, yet his old man only gave him a few thousand bucks in allowance each month, never letting him stroll around with two bundles of cash stuffed in his pockets. One had to remember those were two bundles of hundred-dollar bills used as pocket money; stuffing that many into your pants pockets would bruise your family jewels.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared before Ye Feixing, clutching a type-5 submachine gun and unleashing a frantic sweep of gunfire directly at him.

"Not getting in." Hearing this, I replied coldly, and then pulled Wang Qian toward the distance. By then, the driver was driving himself crazy; as we walked ahead, he followed right behind us for a good several dozen meters, offering all sorts of pleas, until finally Wang Qian and I got into the car.

"How could this happen? Even Boss Gu has teamed up with Ling Xiu!" Lai Yi was utterly shocked. He had originally expected the battle to end in ten minutes, but one twist followed another.