Chapter 62

Meng Tianchu looked at Liu'er, who grew somewhat embarrassed, offered a shy smile, and lowered her head.

She was like a computer system with everything pre-programmed; unless an error occurred within the coding, she could only remain a cold bystander watching it all unfold, even when her emotions told her she wanted no part of it.

After a busy day, by the time the guests departed for home, it was already late. In the left courtyard of the Song Family's Guild Hall, the glow of red candles spilled through the window lattices, and the snow accumulated in the flower beds reflected the firelight, adding a touch of brightness to the pitch-black courtyard.

Before Lian Zhenyun could find out from Qi Sunniang what the two different names truly signified, his blue-maned steed had already carried him, eager as an arrow returning to its mark, into Huaian City.

The two veteran captains of the桐wood and the Benzoin had each prepared some simple farewell gifts, while Joe's face was a mask of envy, jealousy, and hatred. If looks could materialize into hands, he would have violently stripped a layer of skin right off the newly minted Plantain.

At last, the blueprint modifications were nearly complete, and this aspect was basically settled. What was lacking now were suitable metals or certain non-metals. The external materials of the robot were also crucial; these materials could be neither too reactive nor too inert, so that they could accommodate more intricate designs.

"Hahaha—" Hou Jing laughed wildly and arrogantly. "Ninth Sister, you might as well choose me, right?" He wobbled as he tried to straighten his obese frame, ultimately making himself look remarkably like a toad.

The maid promised, turned around, and went out. Here, Ruan Yunxi frowned, thinking to herself: How could a maid use croton to poison someone? Unless there was some deep-seated, father-killing grudge, why would a servant harm their master with poison? Yet she had never heard of anyone avenging a murdered father with croton.

Recently, Zhang Pao had been darting back and forth across the mainland—the Warring States period, Heavenly Thunder Mountain, the Five Spirits Blessed Land, the Ten Thousand Great Mountains—traveling here and there, bustling about with joyous vigor. Returning to the mountain this time, he went straight to find Ruiyuan, leaving the sect leader's mind awash with guesses: Could something have gone wrong?

At a time like this, Xia Nianzhen no longer wanted to conceal anything. If Luo Ming's mother had already guessed the truth, she had no choice but to confess it all.

"That's your Saturday, not mine. By the way, do you know where I live?" I asked him, holding my toothbrush.

"Can you cook a bowl of noodles for me? Just like the ones from that night, and please make them very spicy," he said in a low voice.

Legend has it that after Chiyou was defeated at Zhuolu, the Yellow Emperor feared his resurrection, so he dismembered and buried his body in various places. Taiqian County is precisely the place where a portion of Chiyou's remains is buried.

I told myself I knew, I knew—my body simply ached, and I was temporarily unaccustomed to it. She stopped blaming me, and I set to work with utmost earnestness, kneeling in worship along the edge of the road facing the distant peaks.

I certainly didn't dare to kill you, but I dared to kill them. I retreated into the iron gate, stepped back, and knocked this dog-eat-dog bastard out with a single slap.

These large characters seemed ordinary, yet they radiated an endless, boundless might. As I looked toward the bottom right corner of this first page, I was surprised to find that the bottom right corner was somewhat damaged. Could it be that the Book of Life and Death mentioned by the Ice Dragon had not been destroyed after all, but was secretly preserved by someone?

Yet since he refused to speak further, we had no way to press on; otherwise, whatever answers we might force out would likely be nothing more than lies.

Upon reaching the restroom, I took off my pants to inspect the injury on my leg. Though the fabric was badly torn, the wound on my leg wasn't serious. Remembering what had just happened sent another shudder through my entire body... Fortunately, Fan Ye had saved me; otherwise, I would either be crippled or dead by now.

"Only then will Your Humble Servant believe what the Englishmen and Americans say is true—that is, within a month and a half, there will be war in the south," Dilong continued.

Since Lincoln had departed, Wang Kai had no intention of pursuing him to the death. Instead, he gazed at the obelisk brought out by Jemma, meant for Wang Kai to test whether he could lift it.

After reading the entire memorial, Dilong handed it over to Bahe for him to review as well. As the Junior Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, Bahe was naturally well-versed in the internal administrative setups required by various offices, the interlinking mechanisms to be designed, and the designated staffing quotas.

According to legend, the toll of the bell could restore one to youth, while its final chime could age and kill a person in a single breath.

Ling Miao walked into Su Yuyang's room carrying a bowl of congee and rice dumplings, placed the congee on the bedside table, and then helped Su Yuyang up so his back rested against the headboard. Seeming to worry that the headboard might feel too hard against his spine, she thoughtfully slipped a pillow behind him.

Hearing Lang Wei Li's words to William, Dilong and Li Hongzhang could not help but secretly cheer in their hearts. They never expected that Lang Wei Li would lend Li Hongzhang and Dilong a helping hand at such a critical juncture, and the weight of those few words was immense.

Now, those two rope nets filled with gold, silver, and various gems were suspended by orange-red buoyancy bags, drifting in the seawater about ten meters above the ocean floor.

It was somewhat noisy here, and Ning Qilan did not hear Su Yingmei's softly spoken words very clearly.

I put down my bowl and chopsticks, looked at my swollen feet, and decided to try getting out of bed once more. I had to make myself stand—I simply had to.

Xiahou Ce's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing through his gaze. The curve of his lips rose almost imperceptibly, and inexplicably, his entire face transformed from overcast and stormy to bright and sunny.

The two of them grabbed a hasty bite to eat and headed out onto the street. Knowing the children were growing up, the Wang family matriarch did not interfere too much, merely telling Zhao Fuxin to return early.