Chapter 37: The Tragic Song Chunhua

"Sister Siran, do Grandpa and Grandma Ye still refuse to acknowledge you?" Chen Zilong asked with a look of deep concern.

"We both know the truth in our hearts. Whether we acknowledge each other openly or not, the bond of grandparent and grandchild remains," Ye Siran replied calmly.

Seeing a large rock not far away, she said, "Second Brother Chen, let's go over there to eat."

"Alright. Sister Siran, what are your plans for the future?" Chen Zilong said as he set the food out on the rock.

"Second Brother Chen, can the educated youth..."

Lin Yan came from a family with many brothers, but there was only one position as the head of the Lin clan. When he passed on, who would take his place? Wouldn't that lead to a legal battle?

Xiao Mo’s face darkened instantly. Even if it was just a hypothetical, he didn't like it. It sounded terrible. Was he that kind of person? And "soiled"? Even if he hadn't had the foresight and had fallen into a trap, he would rather die by self-destruction than allow himself to be tainted.

Shi Tuo suddenly turned, flipping her over so that she lay on top of him, his smiling eyes fixed intently on her flushed, drunken face.

This was the General’s Mansion, not the Shi household; he would not tolerate her throwing a tantrum. This was the implication behind Shi Tuo's words.

To seal the Eight Cities Flavor Pavilion and judge the crimes of Fu Manduo? It seemed a bit unjust to the Fu family, yet if they were not punished, the Guo family would never let it go.

He had been loyal to the Cloud Tower Dark Domain and had always put the common people first, making decisions based on their well-being. He never imagined that his own kindness would turn out to be a mistake.

Her fingertips trembled incessantly. She gripped her right hand with her left, as if she could provide herself with warmth that way.

"What is it?" Gu Xiao gathered his courage and finally managed to say something that sounded dignified, though the effect was not what he had intended, as the timing, location, and participants were all mismatched.

The thick scent of blood and the dampness of the earth rushed toward her, and the aura of death and sorrow surrounding the area swept into her heart.

She had once asked Tao Chengan to reconcile with Lin Yongfang, but Tao Chengan had told her dejectedly that he had already approached Lin Yongfang, only for her to clearly state several times that she would never remarry him, no matter what.

After Huo Hechen finished making his excuse, the air suddenly grew still. After a long while, he looked at Jiang You with hesitation and longing in his eyes.

Huo Hechen’s voice was low and hoarse, his lips were chapped, and his dark, unfathomable eyes were bloodshot.

Outside the Spirit Association, common people had gathered at some unknown point, staring at the figure in the sky that resembled a golden dragon, all sighing in awe.

Meanwhile, Kamishiro Hakufu did not turn to look at her from beginning to end, even though he knew she was crying.

"That may be so, but I worry those people will set an ambush. Especially that Lord of Light from the Great Beautiful Country; he looks easy to talk to, but his methods are terrifying. The Great Beautiful Country is now completely submissive under his rule." Su Qingying’s furrowed brow did not relax.

I am writing this under the assumption that I have been reborn, facing the environment, thoughts, and decisions that the protagonist would encounter.

At this moment, no one could fathom the despair of Sun Wukong, and no one could resolve his agony.

This left Lin Yifan and the others breathless, as this was their first contact with life from beyond the sky, and they had no idea what they would grow into.

Lin Yifan felt guilty. In addition to taking out various odds and ends to share, he also painfully gave his Mountain God-grade Water-Severing Blade to Lan Jingbo.

The pass contained small ID photos of Lin Yifan and Yasha. Lin Yifan’s name was listed as Lin Mu, and the big sister Yasha’s name was Yang Lin.

Ziling Tian’s entire right arm was crackling with streaks of dual-colored wild lightning. The terrifying force of his punch pierced the heavens, and the violent aura ripples crushed the universe.

When it came to torture and interrogation, Vulture’s methods were no less inferior to Stone’s. Due to certain special reasons, Vulture had a deep understanding of human anatomy. He could use a scalpel to slice a person's muscles into thousands of pieces and separate most of the skeleton bone by bone, all while ensuring the victim did not die from excessive blood loss.