Chapter 38: Bai Jinxiu Returns

The sky was overcast, and the faint rumble of thunder could be heard.

Lady Bai ran alone toward the back mountain. Branches tore at her luxurious robes, and the dangling tassels from her hair ornaments hung in disarray, leaving her in a truly wretched state.

After running for a long time, she finally reached the grave.

The mound was poorly maintained, and the tombstone was nothing more than a crude wooden board bearing the inscription: "Grave of Bai Jinxiu." There was not a single offering to be found before the marker.

Gritting her teeth, she kicked it over.

As for those at the field training base, they would be met by other military personnel for transfer, after which they would undergo a series of tests and intensive professional skill training.

The Babales, who had crept over at some unknown moment, seemed to sense Sang Ruo’s desire to make money and immediately began offering suggestions, one after another.

The finest room on the second floor of Cihui Hall had been prepared, complete with fresh straw mats and soft pillows. There was also a pot of hot soup and two plates of Suzhou-style pastries.

Who would ever want to see such a beautiful girl live her life like a fool?

Meng Qi’s expression shifted, his smile vanishing completely. An imposing aura radiated from him, causing Yu Lan to involuntarily step back.

The sound of a splashing shower filled the air. Sunlight fell upon Xia Yi’s face, and as he opened his eyes, he saw "Master Nine" land outside the window. The bird tapped its beak against the glass with a rhythmic clatter, let out a "caw" that sounded like a burst of laughter, and spread its wings to fly away.

Qiao Yilong said, "To put it bluntly, I just feel that way. Anyway, just give it to him." Wang noticed the other party seemed...

I died on the spot. My mother was severely wounded at the time and insisted that his father’s ashes be sent to City A.

At this moment, the entire wizarding world seemed to come alive. If viewed from the stars, one might see the planet as a colossal eye, slowly opening amidst the constellations.

Two more long rainbows streaked across the sky as Dian Shanhai and Chen Xuanjiang departed in a fit of rage. Chen Caiyi remained expressionless, her slightly opened eyes closing once more. Her figure flickered across the surface of the lake and vanished without a trace.

He gazed at the juicer with lingering affection, thinking to himself that he wanted to treasure it; there would never be another model like this in the world.

Qi Anluo returned to Ning Jianyan’s apartment, put on a pot of coffee, and opened her laptop. She logged into her email to check for new messages.

It was a grand scheme laid out decades ago; if one did not sacrifice oneself, it could never be unraveled.

Qi Anluo had no choice but to put the money away, pondering giving it to Qiqi tomorrow. She went upstairs and took out her keys, but whether due to her dizziness or something else, she struggled for a long time to open the door.

"I’m sleepy too. Let me hold you while we sleep!" Luo Chiheng refused to let her go, instead pulling her closer.

Xiao Yan woke the next morning to find that Qianlong, who had shared her bed every night for the past few months, had not returned at all the previous night. Recalling the frustrating events at the full-moon banquet, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. A heavy weight seemed to press upon her chest, leaving her breathless with indignation.

"Don't worry, this is just a dream, but you should know it is the most likely to become reality. You know how powerful the Chairman is; if he wanted to strike at them, anyone could die in an 'accident,' or even choose a different way to die." Ren Qiufeng circled around me, seemingly intent on breaking my spirit step by step.

Seeing Leng Ran speak this way, Mu Feng could only sigh. Alas, at this point, what else could be done?

The elevator doors opened, and the group walked out, chatting and laughing, never noticing the thin yet agile figure standing by the corridor.

This lock of long hair—I had you cut it off under a pretense. I thought that even if I could not see you in the future, being able to hold your beautiful hair from time to time would be a consolation.

Conversely, Tie Ruhan felt a red light flash across his body, and along with the Ghost Head Plaque, he was held firmly in mid-air.

After the two reached an agreement, Zhou Tao remained cautious. He did not hand the script to Gao Zhijie himself but entrusted someone else to deliver it instead.