Chapter 36: The Cold War Is Ill-Advised

Qiao Luo was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered the hand she had just raised. "Who did you hear that from?"

"Old Liu came to tell me," Qin Yanzhou’s voice dropped a few octaves. "So you were bullied at the hospital, yet you didn't tell me?"

"Actually, I wasn't really bullied that much," Qiao Luo scratched her head. "You mean that guy surnamed Shao, right? Not only did I shove a mop in his face, but I also gave him a good strike. He’s already been taken away by the police."

She...

Without her noticing, a few strands of grey had quietly sprouted at his temples, and a few more wrinkles had etched themselves onto his forehead.

Yun Xia spoke for a long time, and Huai Zhen couldn't find a gap to interject. Her feet grew sore from standing, and as she shifted her posture, she noticed Ze was watching her from outside the telegraph office's glass. He didn't look impatient; rather, he looked anxious.

These words were spoken by Wei Qingwan herself. Previously, when Wei Qingwan had made a noise while eavesdropping, Nanny Hu had chased after her because Qin Jinyu had pretended to be playing with her. At the time, Nanny Hu hadn't found anyone and had grown suspicious. After today's incident, she naturally concluded that it was indeed Wei Qingwan lurking in the shadows back then.

The man’s pupils dilated. Upon hearing what Su Wushuang said, he immediately got up, knelt before him, and kowtowed forcefully.

Seeing Wang Chongyang raise his hand, Wang Mingyuan—though he hadn't clearly seen the silver needle in Wang Chongyang's grip—felt an instinctive sense of foreboding. Almost reflexively, he took a half-step across to stand in front of Cheng Yujia.

Seeing the confused look on Lin Cha’s face, Qin Mosheng’s heart softened, and he couldn't help but lean in to peck her lips lightly.

Chi Zao gave him a shove. If they were going to talk, then talk—what was with the handsy behavior? She actually quite disliked how Wei Xiao would constantly pinch and squeeze her cheeks; she always felt it would leave fine lines.

Yang Xiu had a bit of talent, and whenever Shi Wanli taught, she studied twice as hard. There wasn't a language that could stump her.

Su Heng had thought more than once of Qin Jinyu’s answer when he had asked how many more people would have to die.

He hadn't expected him to be so enraged. Even when he wasn't speaking, his heavy breathing brushed against her, scraping across her skin with every breath.

These waters were not like the usual water-element magical artifacts that focused primarily on trapping enemies; instead, driven by the Tuolong, they took on a sense of destruction.

Earth Demon Power: The primordial strength of an ancient demonic beast, the Earth Demon. It can significantly enhance one’s own abilities, but this energy is difficult to control and easily influences the user.

Looking into the kitchen, it had already been cleaned up, and the bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, creating a very comfortable atmosphere.

Opening the door, sure enough, there stood an imposing carriage. Inside sat an old man dressed in fine silk and satin, accompanied by four guards and five maidservants, all draped in gauze and silk—a truly wealthy sight.

That Asang was crazy enough for love to this extent, she could understand. But if Grandpa Nan was following suit, then she truly had to suspect that Nan Chuan wasn't Grandpa Nan’s biological grandson at all, and that there might be some massive conspiracy hidden behind this.

"A-Zhan, I have always believed in you, and I have always been waiting for you to come find me! A-Zhan, won't you forgive me just this once?" Gu Sheng coaxed coquettishly.

The tone was filled with longing; in truth, it was because it liked it. Having never visited this plane before, it wanted to collect it.

Fear filled everyone's hearts. Leng Feng said slowly, "If you want me to stop, you can, but you must behave yourselves. Otherwise, don't blame me for being discourteous." The man nodded in a panic.

The remnant soul of Donghuang Taiyi squinted; with only the magic power of his current remnant soul, he could not see through the mortal realm.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Emperor—that was a powerful demon race with an ancient bloodline. To think that this fellow would go to such lengths to infuse his bloodline power into a poisonous elixir and plant it within Juetian Ling’s body; it was an absolute death trap.

The massive, disgusting "flesh ball" in front of them writhed, emitting a sound like a bellows, as if something inside were struggling to break through its shackles and emerge.