Chapter 35

Qin Luo’s pupils contracted sharply, his heart sinking to the depths. The person who had arrived was none other than Zhou Long, the man he had been searching for.

Finding no response to his calls, he cast his gaze toward the hospital bed, only to find it completely empty, as neat and undisturbed as if no one had ever been there.

The voice was exceptionally confident and resonant, which only served to highlight how ridiculous the situation was. If it had been the old Ma Weimin, he would have been scared off by such a pyramid-scheme-like pitch.

Moreover, she once complained that she was the most useless transmigrator. While modern people could indulge in all sorts of fantasies after traveling back to ancient times, she had arrived from the Northern Song Dynasty without any martial arts skills, leaving her as helpless as a toddler in the early stages, serving absolutely no purpose.

At these words, Milo Knox felt his blood boil; the remark was simply too offensive.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Ding Hui. Normally, aside from Zhao Tiezhu, he held the most prestige within the drivers' unit. Had Qin Luo not intervened, he would have had an eighty percent chance of securing the position of team leader. It was precisely because of this that he had been spouting nonsense, trying to drive Qin Luo away.

Recalling the time she had been hanging by a thread, the feeling had been far worse than when her own life was on the line.

Sikong Zhan surveyed the room without much surprise, as he had already deduced the cause. He had ordered an investigation the moment he saw He Yaoyao and was just preparing to hand the information over to his younger brother.

Someone had tried to poach them, met with them twice, offered some lackluster terms, and then vanished—it was hard to perceive any sincerity in that.

Though she felt a twinge of fear, she refused to believe that these people would dare to lay a hand on her in broad daylight.

Ran Kongxia was bewildered, feeling as though Yu Beibei was still angry with her. More than that, it seemed she had become an object of dislike. Ran Kongxia hated the feeling of being inexplicably loathed by someone.

Lin Wenxuan had wanted to refuse, but she was truly exhausted and unable to care for Su Ping properly, so she had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Upon receiving the Empress Dowager’s summons, Sizhen, who had just returned to the palace, could not afford a rest. She hurriedly changed into a light green banner gown, restyled her hair, and headed toward the Cining Palace.

***

Now, Jin Lian could only suspect Huang Yi; after all, that demonic priest had caused trouble at the Prime Minister’s estate earlier that day and had fled after failing to achieve his goal.

Yin Xinyan breathed a secret sigh of relief; fortunately, she had arrived in time, or a disaster truly would have been averted.

The inexplicable anger in Lin Wenxuan’s heart was instantly quelled, replaced by a stifling, aching pain.

It was already dusk when Ran Kongxia parted ways with Wan Jinyou. A cool breeze began to stir, and Ran Kongxia smiled, watching as the wind lifted a pink balloon high above the trees and into the sky, which had begun to turn a faint, cobalt blue.

For some reason, as Chen Mohan watched him, she felt his back looked lonely and desolate, yet filled with a subtle, lingering sorrow.

The sunset outside had already faded, casting reddish shadows that shrouded the trees and flowers in a tranquil, secluded air.

They were merely employees of the Yin family; they had no desire to invite trouble upon themselves by involving themselves in such matters.

The only thing that wasn't ordinary was her incredibly beautiful face, which surpassed even Sang Yuqing’s.

Kong Lin’s parents glanced at their son. Seeing him sitting there firmly with no intention of leaving, they had no choice but to sit and wait with him.

Following her experience in dealing with Wei Bi, she knew that when the time came, she only needed to beg for mercy with a delicate, fragile demeanor.

However, thinking of the Mercedes and Jiang Ning’s display just moments ago, she stopped doubting.

The matchmaker spoke on her own accord, her face beaming with a smile so broad she looked like a blooming, withered chrysanthemum, the wrinkles on her face threatening to merge into one.

Xia Fanxing only smiled lightly. After the meal, she took Ye Zexen’s hand, intending to take him to the family amusement park.

***

Especially later on, at the age of twelve, because she was unable to cultivate, she had never left the sect again. After four years of no contact, Muron Yi was, to Xiang Yunsheng, a total stranger.

Last time they met, his forehead had only been slightly shadowed, but this time, Su Molin was shrouded in black energy, and the blood-red light above his head was almost materializing.

Furthermore, while it could emerge on its own to absorb energy, its stability remained insufficient, and the energy it could ingest was naturally limited; he still had to continue searching for the Five Elements Spirit Orbs.

"Hmph." Gu Chuanfeng let out a cold snort, his eyes fixed on Qin Tianming with unconcealed killing intent.

Rakshasa summoned Shui Shu and Feng, pouring even greater power into them and weaving her own will into their spirits. Was she accelerating the fusion?

"Forget him! Slice both the clone and the original!" Qin Tianqi said furiously. As the two spoke, they fought, slaying over a dozen ninjas, only to find that just one had been the true body.

Wu Xie didn't know how long he had been lost in thought, but when the meeting ended and he looked outside, it was already pitch black.

It was a very good answer, and very honest. He had heard that during the battle of the Konoha collapse last year, his house had collapsed. Although his family had been evacuated in advance, the lesson of being left homeless was already etched into his heart.

Whether it was forming alliances and cooperating with major global manufacturers through the Android system, or establishing their own channels and traffic portals on the mobile server side, it would all exert a massive, invisible influence.

That’s right—this investment firm, founded with Ye Weiyu as the General Partner, had a pleasant name: Maple Leaf Investment.

"Hmph! You are truly naive. Do you think you are invincible just because you have a spirit talisman? Even if you can heal your wounds, you cannot easily purge the cold energy from your body." Ying Ren sneered with disdain. Though his words were mocking, in his heart, he had already begun to take Ling Tian seriously.