Chapter 37: Still Refusing to Admit It?

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My alarm was set for half past seven. Gazing at the sunlight showing through the gap in the curtains, I could tell it was clearly nothing like the light one would expect at that hour. Yet my phone kept vibrating without pause.

“Enemies to the death? We’ll see whether you can last three seconds!” The future Cang Yi sneered. As the energy of his Profound Purity Heaven Ruler poured continuously into the old Pope and the eight Protectors, he raised three fingers—the three in the middle of his five: the index, middle, and ring fingers.

Zhou Xiaoxiao had been chatting with me lately as well. She was returning from the capital soon, and told me that after communicating for so long, she had gained quite a lot.

As long as this crucial matter remained undisclosed, Michelle still had a glimmer of hope. Even becoming a slave to the mastermind behind everything would be better than enduring the pressure she was under now.

“Heh, what’s that supposed to be? I have plenty more. Want to try them? She’s still inside, after all—completely naked and at the height of her allure!” The Blood Bat let out a sinister laugh and looked at Tang Ao wickedly as he spoke.

The reason was simple. With so many shadows present, facing such a dense barrage of attacks would leave an opening for the old man in black robes if he suddenly joined the battle.

In midair, the birds’ mournful cries sounded like a funeral bell rung without warning. Feathers flew in every direction as mangled remains fell onto the thick layer of pine needles below.

At this, Cheng Yitian suddenly widened his eyes. His gaze gleamed as he scrutinized Xiao Yan from head to toe, then from toe to head.

Xuan Shuang was horrified. She stumbled backward, clawing at the ground with both hands and feet, desperate to get as far away from him as possible. When she retreated to the doorway, she was seized by the urge to open it and flee. Even falling into the guards’ hands seemed preferable to facing this evil spirit that had crawled out of hell.

After Zhang Lingfu sent out one orb of light, he did not pause. Instead, he continued firing five or six more.

This was a flyer for a shop specializing in coffins and funeral supplies. Anyone who spent more than three thousand could enjoy home delivery. A call to the number on the card would bring a professional exorcist troupe at any time, and presenting the flyer entitled the bearer to a twenty-percent discount.

Since those godlike figures had departed yesterday, the town had returned to its former peace and tranquility, untouched by worldly strife. With nothing else to do, Old Man Sangji naturally found himself unbearably sleepy.

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They officially entered the Western Market. Buildings stood in orderly rows along both sides of the street, filled with shops of every kind. The signboards varied, and most had brightly colored banners hanging from them. As far as the eye could see, every trade and profession was represented: besides traditional household goods, there were medical clinics, fortune-tellers, physiognomists, beauty and grooming shops, and repair stores of all kinds.

“It’s impossible to leave Chang’an safely without paying some price. We’ll have to take a risk,” Ji Qingxuan said.

“Very well. The area before Marshal Yue’s tomb is packed with people right now. Why rush there to pay our respects? We might as well rest for a while and go afterward. What do you think?” Zhao Wuyou glanced at the other three. None of them objected, and they all nodded.

Once it matured into a Golden Silkworm Gu, it was entirely different. It was no longer a gu worm, but a spiritual creature of Heaven and Earth that had transcended the Six Realms and stood outside the Five Elements.

“Listen to you. Our Captain Liu does the laundry and looks after the children even when he’s acting as team leader. Fortunately, I’m single—there are clothes to wash, but no children to hold...” Chen Zhihan interrupted with a string of jokes.

Seeing those black spherical objects crawling about on their own, Li Shenpu was chilled to the bone. Even breathing had become difficult.

“Senior, I never imagined you had been through something like that. It truly surprises me.” Yin Yuan gave an incredulous smile before continuing.

By then, the Liu family had already borne Li Rulin a son. Then, one year earlier, his two concubines had each given him another son in turn. Li Rulin now had three sons.

He could wait no longer. He had already decided that, if everything went smoothly, the wedding would be held the following spring.

After thinking it over, Su Hao decided to visit that villa and see what new discoveries might be made there. Wang Yuyan and Wang Yuqi seemed to understand what he meant, and the three of them headed together to the villa belonging to Murong Xian.

I sat there in silence for nearly five minutes before Liao Wei finally arrived. He certainly seemed to be in the mood for it—he had even changed into a rather youthful-looking white T-shirt and sprayed on a touch of light cologne. Wearing an expression that seemed to proclaim, “I’m so handsome I can charm the whole world,” he sat down across from me.

The moment Su Hao saw the state the two women were in, he realized that his earlier words had merely poured oil on the flames. He had ignited Wang Yuqi’s worry and longing for Mu Chen. Extinguishing that flame would require Su Hao to come up with a genuine, practical solution.

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Sleeping was exhausting, like being a drowning child desperate to open his eyes yet trapped in a nightmare. In my dreams, I was genuinely afraid that I had fallen into an endless sleep and would never wake again.

After he finished speaking, he shuffled closer. My shoulder brushed against his arm.

In the candlelight of the room, Meng Yue’s unnaturally beautiful face looked even more handsome, as though he were a celestial being.

Chen Dawei’s final sentence sounded incredibly pretentious—arrogant and self-important—but he delivered it so well that I could not bring myself to feel even the slightest disgust.

After all, that gluttonous husband of hers had caused no small amount of embarrassment for his birth mother at the Violet Garden that afternoon.

There were only two bullets left in the gun. In the end, Ling Mofeng did not fire again. A beast that had taken three bullets from him would be crippled even if it survived. Another crisis might arise at any moment, and there was no need to “waste” precious ammunition on his opponent.

Liu Zhilan had witnessed everything from beginning to end. Overwhelmed by panic, she had long since forgotten to struggle, or to react on instinct in any way.

Wen Liang opened the exercise book to the first page. Ren Yi looked closely and saw that the handwriting was even more flowing and graceful. It read: “Without Tsinghua or Peking University, one cannot express one’s ambition; without reaching the summit and piercing the heavens, one can never illuminate one’s heart.”

“Tomorrow’s a day off?” The President Jin had been kissed so unexpectedly that he touched his cheek and casually picked up the bottle of wine.

That strike directly resolved Lan Qin’s crisis. If they collided once more, no one knew whether Lan Qin would still be able to hold on.

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