Chapter 85: Epiphany
"Jiujiu, it’s so wonderful—we’re together now," Cheng Yanzan’s features grew even gentler.
"Mm, I’m so happy too." The girl’s cheeks flushed like rosy apples as she nestled into his embrace, her voice trembling noticeably.
It was obvious Jiujiu was truly delighted, which could only mean she liked him very much as well.
A smile he couldn’t contain blossomed on Cheng Yanzan’s lips. "Jiujiu, shall we have dinner together soon?"
"Ah, maybe next time. I have to go home today." The girl refused softly, her tone gentle. Seeing his lips pressed in disappointment, she added, "There will be plenty of chances in the future, won’t there? Besides, so much has happened today—I need some time to calm down."
Cheng Yanzan felt a strange compulsion within himself...
Yang Mei, blushing fiercely, gently patted Long Jun’s hand, signaling him not to misbehave.
At last, the two of them arrived at their destination. Gazing at the grand, imposing building before them, Fan Yun thought it looked nothing like a cinema—it was simply too magnificent.
Startled by Luo Tian’s anguished scream, everyone halted in their tracks, glancing at him with alarm and confusion.
These people were different; not only had they abducted his cousin right in Jinling City, but they’d also dared to provoke the Dai family again and again. This meant they simply did not fear them.
My vital energy had completely scattered by now. I began to circulate it again, protecting myself. Once I’d done that, I saw the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak wielding a clay jar against his foe.
The sender’s name was Tron. The name sounded familiar. Lin Xiu pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered an interstellar film director by that name. With that in mind, she opened the letter without delay.
"You’re clearly using your identity to sway everyone to your side—have you no shame?" Lin Shuya’s beautiful eyes furrowed in disapproval, unable to watch any longer.
"Who says it’s useless?" Fan Yun continued fiddling with her phone. "He wants me to be his heir."
Later on, Feng Ling practiced the Dao Comprehension Technique, endlessly pondering and internalizing the entire set of mantras.
Huang Baiyou perfectly mimicked that laughter, "Ha ha ha ha!" Doing his best to suppress his body, but the laughter spilled out, wild and unchecked.
The eldest sister expressed her thanks again. Had it been another doctor, they would have grown impatient with her questions by now.
This was the result of extremely high blood pressure—cerebral hemorrhage, brain swelling, and brain herniation. Zhao Sheng made his diagnosis immediately.
Standing before the entrance of this private bathhouse, Zhao Sheng felt as though the pines were whispering and the colored trees swirling overhead. The grand gate, built in the traditional style of bricks, tiles, and timber, exuded a profound sense of Zen serenity.
Receiving a red envelope made Gu Qian quite happy. Shen Chengrui promised to take her to the psychiatric hospital to visit someone, leaving Gu Qian momentarily stunned.
Hearing this, Zhao Sheng also breathed a sigh of relief. Admission to the ICU would not be cheap, and if no family member were present, dealing with future issues would become much more troublesome.
News that a student from Shanhe University had ascended to the heavens quickly spread across every app and social media platform.
Danny Grant voiced what Tang Yuan was thinking. The more he considered it, the more sense it made, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Su Congfang stood beside his elderly wife like a supporting character. Yet when he saw Su Chen step down from the carriage, his own face bore no fewer wrinkles than hers.
Borrowing money from relatives and friends once or twice is manageable, but over time, even the strongest family bonds wear thin. In the end, the couple decided to mortgage their house.
In an instant, the entire circular chamber bloomed with a thousand dazzling bands of light, each formed of countless glowing points—a beauty beyond description. Even Li Muran was, for a fleeting moment, utterly awestruck by the breathtaking sight.
The Jiang family had provided him with a life of plenty, free from hunger or worry about the future. It was only right that he now consider the Jiang family’s future as well.
If conflicts arose between Mu Guiyun and the Jiang family, Mu Guiyun’s role in refining pills for Emperor Wanqi would surely be temporarily suspended because of it.
Other thoughts were necessary, too. Those wounds were still bleeding; if the blood loss continued, Phil’s life would be in jeopardy.
No trace of the fel bats remained in the sky. The demons could only watch helplessly as the flying machines ravaged overhead. At the same time, it seemed they’d lost their reinforcements—the Gilneas Bridge had seen no surge of demons for some time now.