Volume 1, Chapter 55: Fickle and heartless scum are the creatures I despise most in this lifetime

Xie Yanchen lay awake in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling and tossing and turning.
From time to time, he checked the time on his phone: five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour...
Yet there was still no sign of Su Wanqing returning.
This was so unlike her usual self.

She felt utterly hopeless. The longer it dragged on, the lower the chances of Huo Wushang's survival. Although she had long prepared herself for the worst, when this worst possible outcome was truly about to arrive, Ji Ran still felt a pain in her heart as sharp as a knife cutting through it.

"Is that so? That's good then. If that's the case, our side can hold out for a few more years," Dongmen Qian said, letting out a sigh of relief upon hearing Meng Lianxin's words, the heavy stone in her heart finally partially lifting.

As soon as Hou Fei finished speaking, Lin Chen and the others could not help but burst into laughter, while Zhang Rou laughed so hard she rocked back and forth, doubling over. Only because she laughed too violently did she suddenly break into a fit of coughing.

"Thank you so much," Shu Yishan said, resting her head once again against Ning Tianlin's chest. Perhaps due to sheer exhaustion, she drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

"Rest assured, Senior Two, I will never mention this place to anyone," I said respectfully.

Chen Fei's expression inevitably turned unsightly. By the look of it, were the two of them perhaps hunting down someone and happened to stumble into this area by coincidence?

Bai Qi's mind was already as steadfast as a monolith. Such matters were not something he would speak of, nor was he willing to bring them up. The only reason he had been able to mention it just now was because he had been completely astounded by the young man's array of extraordinary methods.

Just as the soldier's skeptical words left his mouth—before the surrounding atmosphere could turn pessimistic once more because of what he said, and before Viches could even manage to refute him—an angry rebuke from Alice suddenly rang out.

The current task at hand was to leave this forest. Although the majority of the Black Water Holy Spirit Cult's members had evacuated, they surely still had scouts planted here.

Following the direction pointed by the tip of his sword, I saw that the toad not far away had suddenly flipped over onto its back, half of its body buried in the mud, its limbs twitching incessantly.

Although there are many active volcanoes on the seabed, it is exceedingly rare for one to erupt with such a powerful impact that even three Ninth-Tier Divine Lords would find it troublesome to handle.

I picked up my phone, intending to return Lu Jingzhong's call. But the moment it started ringing without anyone answering on the other end, I hurriedly hung up, telling myself that he was very busy and I should not disturb him.

Only two seats remained at the table, with the empty space in the middle flanked by Xiao Chen on the left and Liao Tianyou on the right. Yun Zi snorted inwardly, choosing to let Sara sit next to Liao Tianyou instead. She was afraid that if she sat beside Liao Tianyou herself, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from doing something reckless.

The three of them had no choice but to huff and puff as they gathered a large pile of dry branches, carried them to the center of the clearing to stack them up, and then lit a bonfire.

She used to feel nothing when hearing those words, but now they felt far too formulaic, as if she were deliberately saying them just to put on a show of happiness.

She did not want to make a fuss or blow things out of proportion at this juncture. Who had tried to harm her did not matter; what mattered was that her wedding to Xiao Chen was imminent. If word got out that someone had attempted to harm her, it would likely trigger a massive upheaval within the Xiao family.

It seemed that Yilijueluo had indeed ventured deep into the mountains. A complicated feeling washed over me—I worried for her, yet also felt a slight trace of jealousy.

Yang Yuhuan gently cupped her delicate chin with her slender hand, gazing at a drunken hibiscus flower outside the pavilion, a faint, elusive smile lingering on her lips.

Han Ziji shook her off as if she were a ghost, moving with such fluid agility that Qian Qiu was left feeling somewhat awkward, quietly pulling her hand back.

Clearly, this man did not seem to think much of Li Yu at all. Every time he spoke, it was pointed directly at him, as though Li Yu and he shared some deep, irreconcilable hatred.