Chapter 62

Unlike Yu Hanxin's inner turmoil, Di Lige left the room immediately after placing her inside.

Without a second hesitation, he answered her, "I do." He truly did. He gently pulled the blanket over her, and beneath it, he held her foot in his hand.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Teacher Su still lingered outside, gazing at her with an inscrutable expression until the doors shut completely.

Yet, he managed to secure a position as a deputy manager in another government office within the mining area's residential compound.

When Jia Baokui heard that Yang Qingyue actually opposed his plan to take Liu Ping on a self-driving tour to the south, he decided to change his mind and follow Yang Qingyue's suggestion to visit some nearby, closer destinations instead.

After testing the waters a few times and finding physical contact impossible, Yan Zhongye rode his horse a little closer to Yu Hanxin.

"It's me, Xi!" Zhou Xinchi said, still hoping to go to the movies with her. Besides, he knew Lin Xi's shift schedule and was well aware of when she was free and when she was busy.

Netizens might even suspect it was all a staged drama orchestrated by Ji Xianchen to whitewash his own reputation.

"Ah..." Lu Zuo looked at Gu Qingge's retreating figure with a trace of annoyance, then turned around and hurried after her.

On Caroline Island, at the center of the Sanctuary, the Supreme Pontiff suddenly rose into the air, ascending to the balcony. Waving both hands to manipulate the water elements, he condensed several concave and convex lenses before his eyes, aiming them at the sky.

Nikola was the dean of the Department of War and also the vice president of the entire Callentis Academy. Having previously taught Zhao Qiankun magic theory, he was a rigid, serious, and eccentric old man.

Shorty Zhu also came from a poor background, and he understood that a peasant family of three often could hardly save a few copper coins in a year, leaving no surplus for such incense oil offerings.

Qiao Xinran sat at the head of the oval dining table. Seated in the first position to his left was Liang Ye, followed by Mingzhu and Mingxi; to his right, the first position was occupied by Yekang, followed by Ye'an, Lele, and Yewei.

I consider myself far from a demanding person. What has already happened, and what has already been lost, has all been turned over as a new page.

Currently, the missions they were taking on were of three-star difficulty, suitable for the Qi Condensation stage. The fact that these tasks remained available in these final days meant they were missions almost impossible for Qi Condensation cultivators to complete, while higher-tier disciples would never deign to take low-level tasks, as it would diminish their rewards. No one would be foolish enough to do that.

"No! How could this happen?!" Yuan Ge's face instantly turned pale. He never expected Ying Zhao to die just like that! Now that he was dead, what was he supposed to do?

While secretly basking in delight, he checked his status and suddenly noticed a system notification: having spent over 100,000, he had been upgraded to VIP 2. The effectiveness of consuming EXP pills was increased by 20%, the mastery growth rate for all learned skills was boosted by 200%, and he would be granted one bottle of the Source of Life and one bottle of the Source of True Qi every day.

Take Yewei, for instance. For some inexplicable reason, whatever the elders disliked, that was precisely what he insisted on doing, all while maintaining an innocent facade of complete obedience.

Since he was going to steal martial arts secrets, he naturally had to learn the most powerful ones. The fist intent of the four heavenly kings of the Hong Sect, even if not the absolute strongest, was undoubtedly among the strongest.

The pitch-black frozen amethyst radiated a continuous, biting cold. A thin, cicada-wing-like layer of frost rapidly spread across the ground, freezing the grass and trees surrounding the house.

"With so many wounds, you still say nothing is wrong?" He furrowed his brow even deeper. She claimed such severe wounds were nothing.

Rong Tang replied, "General, you must allow Us time to consider this. Besides, this is not a matter We can decide alone."

Uncle Yang treated this errand like a supreme treasure, having looked forward to this day for a long time. Consequently, he bustled about every single day with a beaming smile—handling the selection of the date to register the marriage, the wedding date, the hotel, as well as the wedding planning agency and the guest list. He poured his heart and soul into managing every single detail.

"I want to know what your relationship with Ye Yaoyao is! Are you my... biological father?" Shen Suixin stumbled slightly over the last four words.

Some of the maidservants were hereditary servants of the Wen family, while others had been purchased from various native places. At the beginning of the month, Chuanyue carefully inquired about everyone's local culinary specialties.

Wang Xudong sat at Su Wanqi's desk smoking a cigarette, deep in thought about goodness knows what.

Yet another purpose behind this documentary was to let everyone know of the existence of the Xuanyuan Sword.

Ning Baoxin nodded helplessly. Qin Ke scooped Baoxin up and leaped out the window, while Tang Dou covered his mouth and chuckled, looking for all the world like someone abducting a child.

Jiang Ciyun looked down at her as she spoke earnestly. Her eyelashes trembled slightly while she maintained a look of utter sincerity.

A low gasp reached Lu Chen's ears. He could perceive the deep apprehension coloring Shangqiong and the others' tone toward the three figures, which made him even less daring to lower his guard.

Previously, Dongfang Ming had reincarnated as Tang Ming in order to resurrect himself, and after going through a series of twists and turns, the two of them had finally reached a reconciliation.

The surrounding people fell into a chilling silence. Most of them had followed this man for decades, and this was the first time they had heard such a pessimistic conclusion from his lips.

That speed was indeed superior to that of ordinary Immortal Kings, rivaling the one- or two-star Immortal Emperors of this primordial immortal world.

"Bang!" Gida tried his utmost to drive his tachi into the wounded area on the dragon's body to make up for it, but the horned dragon was moving at the same time! Although Gida forced his blade forward, the tip of the sickle-claw tachi still pierced less than a centimeter away from the wound.

They all knew a habit of He Xiao: whenever he decisively defeated an opponent, he would summon his three sisters to wait upon him.

However, the moment Tang Ming's foot stepped inside, it was as if an alarm had been triggered, and the divine turtle instantly locked its gaze upon him.

"Ugh—not again!" Su Mu covered her ears in agony with both hands. This was her least favorite thing these days.

Thanks to the defenses Xiao had set up in advance, the Late Summer Friends Society did not suffer fatal damage during the most difficult moments. However, the premise for triggering the defense set up by that saint was that the bearer would face fatal harm from a saint-level attack. Therefore, even though everyone survived, their injuries were still severe.