Volume 1 Chapter 39 The Return

"Brother, sister, you're finally back! Nanqing has been so bored waiting for you!"
The pitter-patter of Gu Nanqing’s running footsteps came to an abrupt halt in the stairwell.
He stared blankly at the strange woman who had suddenly appeared.
He didn’t know her, yet she had a temporary elevator card...
"Hello, ma’am. I am Teacher Mu’s student, Gu Nanqing."
Ye An paused mid-turn, looking down at the child before her.
She offered a smile, gathered her skirt, and crouched down.
Yan Qiao wanted to lie on the chair too, but Duan Xuchu kicked him with his leg, telling him to sleep on another one. Yan Qiao refused, insisting on squeezing onto the same chair as Chuchu. Duan Xuchu didn’t want to argue with him, so in the end, the two children fell asleep lying together.
The Emperor was also pondering the question from just a moment ago. Princess Ning was so open and forthright; could it be... that the Rong family was truly wronged? His brows furrowed tightly.
Gazing at the man before me, looking at the boundless concern hidden within his anger and the endless determination contained within his anxiety, my ferocious eyes finally began to calm.
"Woo!!!" Absol let out a cry, seemingly in agreement with A-Yang’s words. Although the sound carried a sense of dread that triggered its instinct as a Pokémon, it was also a Pokémon, and perhaps it could feel that sorrow more deeply.
"Qingxuan, is that you?" The heart-wrenching pain gradually subsided, and my consciousness slowly began to clear.
As he thought, an impulse surged to his head. Meowth rushed forward and kicked the Poké Ball that was resting quietly on the stone, sending it flying deep into the jungle, where it vanished without a trace. Because he was so furious, Meowth stood in place, gasping for air, unable to utter a single word.
"Actually, you don't need to be so serious. You should relax appropriately. The Navy is just your job; you can decide whether to stay or leave at any time." Pan Chen tried step by step to persuade Momousagi to lighten her sense of responsibility toward the Navy.
Cold sweat beaded on Mr. Hou’s forehead. After a long while, he finally stopped speaking, bowed, and quietly retreated.
Dong'e Miaoyi didn't know why, but she thought of Dong'e Jiyi. Dong'e Jiyi was also like this—unwilling to accept her fate, struggling so hard against it.
While "Running Man" brought them immense popularity, it also made their daily work much busier.
The others looked at each other, realizing that Lu Ming was actually a character not to be trifled with, and their expressions grew grim.
The reason he refused to return to the Yue family while in the palace was to protect Consort Rong, who was in the Imperial Clan Court. He feared that Yue Junhao, Yue Junze, or perhaps Yue Lingran might change their minds and suddenly strike at her.
Jiang Ning, however, noticed that before leaving, he had nodded imperceptibly to the two Spirit-Realm experts of the Demon Sect beside him.
Tamik was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected the Hell Emperor to mistake the effect of his space-time rebirth technique for a clone, but that was fine—it was more advantageous for him if the enemy couldn't grasp his true strength.
In fact, Tamik had been truly hungry for several days. From the battle with the Whirlwind Flame Lion to his journey to the gathering place of the magical beasts, only now could Tamik finally begin to eat.
Tamik knew that saying this would make Weisolon angry, but after all, it was exhausting to always speak while watching someone else's expression.
A trace of Qingxue’s scent still lingered here; it seemed she had only just left.
Wang Yong held a light blue Sadima in his hand. It was a somewhat famous wine in the southwest; drinking blood directly was a bit too advanced for him.
"That works, too. We’ll go rest now." Ling, accompanied by Zhuge Xun, followed the staff and left the management office.
The risks of revolution were immense, and Wang Yong couldn't help but admire those revolutionary martyrs. At that time, if you were caught, you were killed indiscriminately, and sometimes even your family was implicated. Shedding blood and sacrificing one's life was a very real reality.