Chapter Twenty-Eight: Struck by Sudden Calamity

The autumn rain in Qingxi came suddenly and was bitingly cold, like icy water poured over one's head by the heavens. Everyone fell silent, their faces showing mocking smiles; after all your bold assertions just now, that shout really startled people. But there was no way around it—if they didn’t execute, it wouldn’t do. Shi Bin had no choice but to decline the role of execution supervisor, handing it instead to Zhao Kui, the one who had originally insisted on implicating everyone, letting him bear the infamy of “Zhao the Executioner.”

“No, wait a minute. What did I do to you that you can just call me?” Bai Pingting’s fury was terrifying—where on earth had she come from? She suddenly lashed out with a scolding, catching everyone off guard.

Who could have imagined that Du Heng, who had struggled to escape death time and again to reach this place, would actually encounter a turning point?

On his way back from delivering the martial arts competition roster, Aman once again passed a giant bridge carved from white marble. Dragons and phoenixes wound around the piers, lifelike and vivid. The entire bridge was flawless and pure; even in the palace of a mortal emperor, it would be a rare treasure. Unconsciously, he scuffed his soles against the ground as if deliberately wiping away the dust, unwilling to sully such a magnificent thing.

Left with no other option, she closed her eyes tightly and waited in silence for the moment of death to arrive.

“This is their era’s cell phone. What do you think, isn’t it nice? Hey! Don’t look at me like that, I really just found it!” The strange bird added, protesting too much to be believed.

Yang Qiao’er saw that her father-in-law was speechless. That meant he’d accepted her breakup with Brother Lin. Since that was the case, she could be at ease, confident he wouldn’t meddle again.

Han Li was thoroughly dissatisfied with his answer, and after his careless words earlier, she now equated him with the scum of the earth. In her heart, she drew a huge cross over his name, and even added an exclamation point to declare him the kind of boy with whom she should never, ever be involved.

As Li Zhenguo spoke, he swung his club at the ping-pong ball by his left foot. The ball rolled forward, heading straight for the hole, and dropped in.

Both of them couldn’t help but recall that the Bao family’s parents had already torn all pretense in public; everyone knew about it.

The next morning, everyone was up. Zhao Hui’s father and mother were both very happy to see Li Zhenguo there as well.

Thank you for making me fall for you. Thank you—even if three years from now I can still love you as I do now. Even if I never know whether you truly liked me, thank you, because falling for you made my life whole.

Zhao Hui and Su Li walked out of the dormitory and down the stairs. The weather was scorching, and the campus was nearly deserted. They crossed the sports ground and headed toward the school gates.

“Haha, cleverness can backfire—losing the wife and the troops as well!” Qiu Yingying finally seized an opportunity and laughed uproariously, refusing to hold back.

Because I’m competing this time, they won’t give me any anesthetics; after all, if I get an injection, it’ll affect my performance.

“All right, then I’ll kick it for you.” Ye Qingting lowered his gaze with a gentle smile, his eyes filled with endless tenderness, shining so brightly it made one’s heart tremble.

The butler, having found someone to rely on, calmed down a little and recounted the day’s events from beginning to end. However, whether intentionally or not, he glossed over Han Fei’s public flirtation with the young lady.

The prerequisite was to first get in touch with the Nightshade group. This time, they really had it out with Brother Long, so if we look for them again to discuss, they’ll probably agree.

A flash of blood—though the man in black charged past on horseback, in the next instant, a blade of crimson burst out, his body suddenly folding and crashing heavily to the ground. Neither horse nor rider uttered a sound. The remaining three met the same fate, dispatching several more men in black.