38 This is Shanxiu Village.

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Chang Huan finished his instructions in one breath and then swung his sleeves as he exited the inner gate. Lin Xi glanced at his retreating back, tears welling up in her eyes.

Just opened the author portal only to find I’ve lost four followers in one go—how miserable. I’ll just go hide my face now...

"Ever since I started my part-time job at the bar, I’ve earned more in a week than I did in a whole month of waiting tables at a restaurant. I’m the top salesperson at the bar every single day." She spoke of this with such pride.

The trip to Yangzhou left me exhausted. After a simple dinner, I lay down in bed, ready to drift off to sleep, but just as I was slipping into a hazy slumber, a sudden, unbearable sharp pain shot through my arm.

The situation was critical, yet Li Bai remained calm. His body, suspended in mid-air, suddenly twisted, forcing a three-meter lateral shift that landed him on an empty patch of ground nearby.

I sighed. Having been out this long, he wasn't really a backpacker; he was a genuine vagrant. I saw a kind of homeless desolation in him.

That means it’s been going on for a long time? "It’s never been discovered?" Zhang Qingting was speechless. What on earth was that Mrs. Zhao doing?

Yu'er didn't know the meaning of shyness; she simply felt this body was very strange. Why were her flat breasts bulging? Her arms and legs had grown longer, and her waist was slender. She looked like Yin Molan—no, no, not quite like her. She was pure and clean, impossibly beautiful.

At exactly 8:00 PM, Li Bai logged back into the game and appeared in his room at the Tianfang Inn. A snow-white carrier pigeon immediately flew in through the window.

Mrs. Chen clenched her fists and held Lin Xi silently. Lin Xi could clearly feel that her mother was furious.

Then, he picked up a sharp fruit knife from the coffee table, slowly walked over, and squatted down right beside my head. Seeing the knife in his hand made my heart numb with dread.

Rong Yu knew that He Zailai calling him a cook wasn't meant as a slight; on the contrary, it was an affectionate and uninhibited way of speaking. The more he said it, the more it showed how close they were.

To obtain the Empire's highest technology at the mere cost of two trillion Star Shields—where else could you find such a good deal?

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Zhang Qiugu did not give her the ring but toyed with it in his hand, saying, "If you can truly marry me, this will be my betrothal gift." His words were very clever; he said "truly can," and it was obvious that this was something she could never achieve.

Seeing this, Ye Kong also joined in the cooking. Although Zi Yan had only mentioned it in passing, Ye Kong took it very seriously.

"Why?" An Ruoran once again wore a look of confusion. Regarding this matter, she truly knew nothing at all.

Inspector Yao nodded upon hearing this and rode with Zhang Qiugu in a mule cart until they reached the Inspector's residence in Rope-Maker Alley.

With 4,000 horsepower propelling the 24-ton *Orchid*, even without resistance in space, the *Orchid* seemed quite clumsy, moving as slowly as a defense-class mecha.

It was only then that the black box of online programming was truly cracked open.

Song Ziying felt heartbroken hearing this, yet she dared not refuse. She had to scrape together 160 yuan and hand it to Zhang Qiugu.

"Since the Divine Demon Dynasty has the strength to annihilate the Earth Demon Kingdom, why have they been at war for decades without a victor?" Ye Yang asked again.

"It was my rashness..." After hearing what the two had to say, beads of sweat appeared on Wei Yongyi’s forehead, and he spoke tremblingly.

Upon hearing her words, everyone sighed, and the disciples in the hall looked upon the Xuanxian Sect with expressions of reverence.

As soon as he accepted this power, Chen Xiao’s aura began to rise instantly, and at the same time, waves of enlightenment began to emerge.

However, the moment he turned around, Tu Yin reached out and grabbed him, picking up his sword and sheathing it back at his waist: "Get some sleep, and stop meddling in other people's business." As he spoke, he pointed a finger, sealing his consciousness. —Severely wounded, Tu Yin’s blood flow was erratic, and he couldn't fully exert his techniques; this seal on his consciousness was extremely strained.

In truth, it was no wonder Mu Yi reacted so strongly; he hated nothing more than others prying into his secrets.

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At this moment, Jiang Han simply mentioned it, and Bian Xi immediately grasped the key point.

"Damn you, you devil! How dare you kill a disciple of my Wudang Sect? Today, I will fight you to the death!" Liu Changshan, a deacon of the Wudang Sect, looked as if he wanted to devour Chu Zifeng alive as he spoke.

On this side, Lan He was showing off his formidable power, but the situation for Wei Chi Ta and He Junke was dire. That Li Chunxu had profound cultivation, and his techniques were bizarre; his whole body was shrouded in ghostly, gloomy energy, and wisps of spirit power were entwined with netherfire. Once touched, it was like a festering sore that refused to heal, and the two were barely hanging on.

Seeing this, the experts of the Hun Tian Gate in the Hun Tian Hall had shifting expressions, yet none were surprised. In their predictions, this result was normal, but in the eyes of the experts from the Mie Xu Sect, it was completely illogical.

Lin Yinan? Xu Hui finally looked up to examine this wretched, unlucky man. It really was him—Lin Yinan from Pengfei Company. She had been too busy venting her anger to look closely at who he was.

"Old Man Yellow-Tooth?" I was startled upon hearing this, finally recognizing who had come: it was none other than the yellow-toothed old man who had sent us to the Wizard Palace.

"Has he really turned into a child?" Yu Hao asked excitedly, his bright eyes blinking.

In the shopping mall, Tong En walked along with ease, carrying over a dozen bags filled with clothes, shoes, and other items.

"It really is him! Doesn't that mean the Blood Demon Sword is in his hands!? Why didn't the Sect Master just..." Sikong Jian, as he was known, made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand.