Volume One, Chapter 50: Huo Cong Wants a Hat Too

Huo Xiaobei spent the entire night telling Ye Sheng about Huo Cong. Huo Cong was like this, Huo Cong was like that... So many details that even Ye Sheng hadn’t known before. She listened with patience and genuine interest, gradually realizing how simple a child’s world truly was—everything they liked or disliked was clear and straightforward, never hidden or withheld. The truly complicated ones were always the adults.

Meanwhile, the tailbone of the White Fishman lashed out like lightning, piercing the snake’s head from jaw to skull, the tailbone twisting around to tie a knot as it struck. After decades in another world, returning to Earth only a few months after leaving seemed acceptable enough.

Under the watchful gaze of Ying Hongru, I did not take the bowl of soup from Junjun’s hands. It wasn’t just because my mouth was bitter and flavorless, with no appetite for anything, but also because He Ling was now dead. I was determined to protect his child.

Yet the number of creatures on the northern shore was staggering, each possessing strange abilities, and the White Fishman’s charge was constantly intercepted.

“From now on, I count myself as one of the rebel army. You are the commander’s wife, so you needn’t call me the master anymore,” Zhang Wuji said.

She sent many people to search for traces of Yang Jiu. Some said he was fond of wine and women, lived carelessly, and had ruined his health, so he’d hidden away in a corner unknown to others to recuperate.

“Really? You said it yourself, so I want you to play cards with me tomorrow afternoon,” Princeton said with a mischievous grin.

The next morning, Song Yunshan received a video sent from the prison. Mei Qi helped her play it.

“Thank you,” Lin Xiaoxiao forced a smile, exerting a slight effort to free herself from He Peng’s hand, mentally marking to keep her distance from him. Then she greeted Wu Chunyu, who was much more polite, shaking hands briefly and with poise.

She never thought he was especially righteous before, but being by his side, she’d never seen him bully the weak like Ming Ge or Ma Tao Liu.

Many times, He Zishan looked at Sun Lie’s face and felt as if Scar was still alive.

Especially striking was that pale forehead, where a red, radiant pattern shimmered faintly, exuding a strange, enchanting beauty that stirred the soul.

Take the earlier conversation between Wang Yang and the Buddha—neither said much, but the kind of tacit understanding forged through life-and-death experiences spoke for itself.

They knew that if Prajna was to head to the front lines, she would have to pass through this place. So they simply waited here for her arrival.

Jun Ye cleared a star in the Jun Tianyu Universe, reserving it as the domain for the ferocious beasts of the Nine Heavens Secret Realm, then had the Earth God Bear and all awakened sacred beasts swear an oath of the heart, before gathering all the ferocious beasts onto that star.

When faced with matters of principle, Ao Fan could still distinguish right from wrong. Besides, Sword Hero now counted as a benefactor who had taught him. Both publicly and privately, he would never put Sword Hero in danger.

Perhaps she was right—maybe the Crown Prince treated her well, and in that regard, she truly was luckier than I.

Wang Yang nodded slightly, now confident in his mind, and returned with a calm assurance.

This time, he’d run into a tough situation. Sighing, he quickly pulled out his card, swiped it without even looking, and clutching his wrist, hurried out of the restaurant.

Once Li Tianlong left, the young men were surrounded by the younger generation in the hall, barraged with congratulations and flattery, which left them overwhelmed.

It was not the feeling he’d had before—this was something real. He could hardly believe it; his soul was actually growing hair.