128 Encountering an Old Rival Again

Bai Zongnan felt a sense of unease. Lin Sitong’s voice had been identical to Li Sikui’s, and now this Qin Xiaolan had appeared out of thin air, like a character conjured from nothing—no precursors, no template. He wondered if she were an experiment or perhaps a lost lover belonging to this trial mode.

If she were an experiment, she shouldn't have appeared here, and how could she have descended in the first place?

If she belonged to the category of lost lovers, then who was she?

"Not necessarily!" Shen Jun summoned all the vital energy within his body, a thick protective barrier enveloping him. With a flick of his finger, a golden flame appeared, swaying in the breeze.

Zhang Yunhan returned to the dormitory on the afternoon of the third day. Not long after she arrived, her phone rang; it was Principal Malai calling.

He Shuiyao listened, completely bewildered and unable to make sense of the situation. Seeing Yixian nod, she followed suit.

Crouched on the ground, her empty body was suddenly filled to the brim with a complex array of emotions.

Without the heart to care about anything else, one could see how heartbroken Lin Xiaohuan was; in this moment, her excitement and confidence had vanished completely.

"Yi Mo, are you hiding something from me?" Yang Jia-hua had been thinking about this for a long time. He had always felt that Yi Mo was deceiving him—not necessarily in how Yi Mo treated him, but that there was truly something being kept from him. It felt as though Yi Mo was telling him "I am helping you" while simultaneously using him.

"Damn it, I’m living worse than a bug." The tears in Gu Buque’s heart had long since surged into an ocean.

Kexin was well aware of how much she liked this man. Listening to her recount the story, it seemed Han Siyou had no feelings for her at all. She had heard this directly from Han Siyou, yet she didn't quite believe it. Perhaps Kexin had misunderstood something.

Hengji was finally released by Leng Zixi as she had wished. Just as she prepared to slip away, she bumped into something. Staring at the shimmering barrier before her, she gritted her teeth in anger—that damned fellow!

Just then, Chen Anhuan emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, carrying a white plastic basin. Seeing the basin in his hands, Zhao Ziying wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

The officers rushed back to the county magistrate’s office without a moment's delay to report what they had seen to Magistrate Mao.

He looked up at Li Xiang’s calm face, feeling somewhat helpless. Now was not the time to be stubborn.

Upon hearing this, Xu Yushui’s expression turned grim. New hatred and old grudges surged into his mind. Wielding his Taoist-grade primary Dragon-Slaying Sword, he gathered his strength and lunged at Qin Daoxian. A water-blue Dao-pattern sword aura surged toward Qin Daoxian like a water dragon emerging from the sea.

Lan Yanchen’s three knee strikes hit hard: one bruised his eye socket, one broke his nose, and the final one shattered two of his front teeth.

Throughout the entire Thirteenth District, countless people rushed out of their homes, screaming, thinking a massive earthquake had struck.

The plaza was packed with people, yet they all consciously or unconsciously avoided this pavilion, allowing the few young people to occupy such a large, shaded resting area.

Perhaps it was fate that she was not meant to die. Below was a river, and she drifted with the current to the foot of Mount Qingcheng. Clad in tattered rags, she stayed at the foot of the mountain and became a beggar just to survive.

Du Mingjue gnashed his teeth, as if wanting to tear someone apart. A fierce light flared in his eyes, and his delicate, handsome face twisted in rage.

About five hundred meters away, Chen Fei led the two others out for roughly five hundred meters before coming to a stop. Li Jiale and Jiang Feng knew something was wrong and halted immediately.

After three days of sailing, they had confirmed that there were no hidden strongholds along the northern coastline, so the only remaining possibility was the islands.

He Zhelian turned his head away, displeased. In officialdom, the greatest taboo between officials is discussing matters of the bureaucracy, especially when they are of the same rank or competitors; they would never reveal their connections with superiors to one another.

Moreover, when I drew near the old woman’s body, I felt that she was unnaturally cold, devoid of any warmth. I was less than ten centimeters away from her.