Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Bathhouse

Dong Qianqian lifted the heavy little chubby boy and climbed up to the second floor.

Hong Gu was busy trying to figure out how to push the Eight Immortals table and the bed together.

The four of them living together would keep them warmer.

Dong Qianqian had no desire to sleep—there was not a shred of privacy.

But at this moment, she was dependent on others; even the steamed flatbread was given by someone else. She had no choice but to obey Hong Gu’s arrangements.

The room was small; it took only seven or eight small steps to reach the end.

In the corner lay a pile of unfinished matchboxes, and in a basket was a stack of prepared shoe soles.

There wasn’t even a wardrobe on the entire second floor, which made Dong Qianqian curious about what the attic would be like.

Surely it wouldn’t be something...

But now, at the moment the Demon Suppression Tower appeared, the domain began to waver, and the sky was filled with violet light that continuously eroded the laws governing the domain.

After all, this robot could already deactivate landmines; randomly triggering a mine was quite possible.

Because there was no great patience or time to deal with it, they mostly observed them with a kind of appreciative detachment.

Under Jia Cong’s repeated urging, Qianxue reluctantly picked up the spoon and began painting with the syrup.

At the moment he saved Zhao Sisi, he truly feared the drowning person would be Chi Zaozao; luckily, Chi Zaozao was obedient and stood quietly on the shore waiting for him.

Ye Zhi frowned slightly; with the two from the Liuyu Sect over there, it was three against four—too many variables.

Previously, he was a young man in his twenties, dignified and handsome, with some work experience.

He never expected that a simple favor for an old classmate would provoke such a large response from above, which meant this matter was far from simple.

After Jiang Kaiti finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but the last words seemed to strike Leo Ni No. 2 like a warning, for she was indeed feeling guilty as a thief does.

She was naturally impulsive; otherwise, she wouldn’t have fought without hesitation when she saw her Tianxue Rabbit eaten by Tang Xiao.

The central district at night still buzzed with the festive atmosphere of the Sea God Festival, lively and bustling; the shipyard received many orders and worked around the clock.

Though Liao Fan had his eyes closed, he was not asleep—how could he sleep after recent events?

To his right was a disheveled old man, untidy, clutching a large wine jug.

He stomped his right foot, sending a cloud of earth ten yards around flying into the air with a resounding explosion that completely obscured the battlefield.

“Who are you?” Gu Lingge was too weak to speak forcefully; Feng Yiluo’s nerves were taut, so she had to speak up herself.

But the commander was right—the newly transferred officers needed time to familiarize themselves with the situation and environment; their acclimation would be slower.

Even those familiar with Hubei might not immediately grasp the current overall situation, which could easily lead to mistakes.

Tang Xiao felt as if he were in an endless desert, sand swirling with the wind, howling and sweeping toward him.

Although the old master Huang didn’t know what Liao Jundong was busy with, he knew Liao Jundong had been out of town! Liao Jundong wouldn’t stay long after returning; according to Liao Fan, everything had to be arranged in advance, requiring Liao Jundong’s personal presence.

The weather had turned cold in late October; just past six o’clock, the sun had set, leaving the land and sky growing cold and dark, decorated by the colorful lights of humanity.

Ding Li slowly put away his three-eyed divine mirror gun and said, “Fine, I agree!” As long as someone could be saved, whether Zuo Ci lived or died didn’t matter to him.

During the recent battle, Meng Luo witnessed Viktor’s Q skill, which siphoned energy and had a wide explosive damage radius—once unleashed, it was hard to evade.

Players sought apprentices and friends for benefits, so sincerity was naturally out of the question.

Elder Gongyang was immensely proud on the phone; on the other end was the young man’s voice. Gongyang had left his contact info before departing.

Of course, among the bastards, some were assassins, causing chaos at times.

To protect some Qi Refinement stage juniors, Foundation Establishment seniors would forge spiritual tools for them to defend themselves in crucial moments.

After taking so many Black Gold Pills, his cultivation was slowly rising.

The crisis had yet to be resolved; Western cultivators dared not enter China to carry out assassinations, instead posting bounties on the hunting list.

As Lin Zhengfeng was happily finishing his last bowl of rice, suddenly, the sound of porcelain shattering came from a nearby table.

“Has anything changed outside, Tong’er?” Axuan said with difficulty.

Fortunately, Yu Shisan seized the opportunity of the slow water rotation and, like surfing, rushed forward on a cedar pole; with a sudden bow, he used a “Monkey Fishing for the Moon” move to lift Yang Shulin.

“Take people and eliminate all the alliance soldiers near those sentry gates!” Captain Red Alert ordered an officer beside him.

As for Zhang Ge, who had been shouting threats to kill Ye Feng—the national taekwondo champion—he was so frightened he wet himself and collapsed, wishing he could disappear after daring to provoke such a godlike expert.

Just a moment ago, Bian nearly killed the virtuous immortal in front of him, so why suddenly back down now?

“Understood, Commander, I’ll prepare immediately!” Song Wu saluted Su Wei with a serious expression and respectful tone.

In front of countless people, Long Yan placed Tang Xuewei into his Dragon Illusory Realm, and she vanished as if into thin air.

But at that moment, the muddy pool suddenly erupted, raising a water curtain that separated the two! Yang Shulin felt a great wave strike his head, and the huge ripples swept him and the cedar pole to the shore.

This also raised an inevitable question: when Ling Yun’s cultivation finally catches up, who among his peers could rival him in battle?

After leaving the southern residence, Nan Jinnian drove to the Fourth People’s Hospital of Yuncheng, a hospital specializing in mental illnesses, commonly referred to as a psychiatric hospital.

As for more distant records, they were likely oral accounts by those who traversed the hundred-thousand-mountain range, using ultra-long-distance sound transmission talismans, so naturally, the details were scant.

Huang Li’s Tiger-Driving Fist technique was immensely powerful and fierce; if the opponent’s cultivation was too weak, there would be nowhere to dodge or evade.

Seeing this, even Lian Qihao’s fear deepened, because he could barely discern Ling Tian’s sword moves just now; if he had to block them, he wouldn’t be absolutely confident. Thinking of this, he swallowed nervously.