Chapter Two: Doubt

He stopped jumping as well, like a frostbitten eggplant, seemingly bowing his head in thought.

The reason he once felt useless was because he hadn’t practiced martial arts yet. Now that he had, aside from some original techniques that might be ineffective, the rest of the knowledge proved useful.

A rough, deep laughter interrupted the intimate moment between the grandfather and grandson in the backseat of the taxi.

Sensing that the negotiation had potential, Lota immediately softened her hostile attitude, wearing a sly grin.

The old official stretched out his arms, struggling with his last ounce of strength, uttering muffled groans. Then he twitched a few times and lay still.

Kaisa once again became the best player on the court, repeatedly threatening opponents with his passes in offense and sealing every gap in defense, clearly a tier above the others.

The elevator soared swiftly upward, soon arriving at the floor rented by Jiang Xin’s team.

After hearing Lin Yi’s words, Mo Qiu’s expression paused, a hint of puzzlement on his face, but then he suddenly smiled with realization.

“An ultimate evolved life form, huh? I know a bit— the universe is vast... I truly look forward to seeing it all soon, yet I’m afraid of finishing the journey too quickly,” Lin Xuan shook his head.

“I want a home, a home with Laolao and you,” Lu Ziyi said, her breath quick and heart beating strongly, overpowering the roar of the waterfall.

But day after day passed, and through countless repeated scenes, his memories never fully recovered. Yet he found his once indifferent heart gradually changing.

After conquering Hulao Pass, he had planned to rest for a few days, but due to Xu Shiji’s words, Li Mi hurriedly sent him to reinforce Jindi Pass. Reluctance filled his heart ten thousandfold.

“It’s late; let’s all get some rest,” Li Daniu said after much effort coaxing Mu Hongling to calm down.

Wu Sheng wasn’t as casual as Zhang Meng. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Brother Hao, whatever you decide, we’ll follow.” Li Hao glanced at the two men, knowing there was no deceit in their words.

Han Shi truly didn’t know, but she had long anticipated it: before she was cast into the cold palace, she already knew the Empress was not dead; since the person was alive, sooner or later she would return to the palace.

Luo Xi knelt down holding Fei Yu’s hand, chanting the traditional rites: first bow to heaven and earth, then to the elders, followed by husband and wife bowing to each other. After the ceremonies, Luo Xi lifted a tea cup in a respectful toast, then handed one to Fei Yu for him to return the gesture.

Wang Shichong issued a proclamation to the entire world, claiming he harbored no ambitions to seize power. Despite controlling the eastern capital Luoyang, he lamented how the people suffered more under his rule, contradicting his original intention to rebel against the Sui dynasty.

Strangely, Zhao Yang was still fiery and vigorous outside, but once inside, his voice sharpened into a piercing tone.

Suddenly, Li Hao’s phone rang. Taking it out, he saw an unknown number. Who could it be? A question flickered in Li Hao’s mind.

I was quite puzzled because it seemed no different at all. I couldn’t even sense any blocking force! So if nothing was blocking it, why couldn’t the chaotic energy enter?

This problem left Liu Xiaoyu deeply troubled, unsure how to resolve it. After all, once the plan began, it would require energy and materials. Even if he had millions left in his account, or even tens of millions more, it might not be enough.

The battle had reached a critical moment. With every breath, more fishmen warriors fell. The grass before the castle was dyed into a sea of pale blue blood, so blue it made one shiver just from looking.

Ling Feng instinctively panicked, his toes twisting rapidly as his figure shifted through four or five angles within the narrow space, as if startled.

Long Zhiyan tightly closed his eyes, suppressing tears that threatened to spill. The sorrow etched between his brows added a chill to the already cool weather.

Hearing his unabashed admission, Ling Feng suddenly understood: Duotian was not some rogue cultivator of divine rank; he and the Chuming patriarch, who had been decisively defeated by Ling Feng, belonged to the Liushang Divine King lineage.

“Ha ha ha ha~” His words made everyone burst into laughter, while those at the neighboring table overheard and chuckled quietly. If Han Jun and Zhu Peijiang heard this, would they smoke from all seven orifices?

Since smoking half a cigar last night, Liu Xiaoyu finally felt something and took out the cigar case he had bought long ago, attaching a cigar band to carry it with him.

Every word from Zou Chuan felt like a dagger to Madam Rong’s heart. Zou Chuan’s lack of earlier hesitation only made her feel utterly ashamed.

“No need, I don’t want to accept it. The company is very close; I can take a taxi myself,” Qin Yaying actually did not want to accept his kindness.

“General Ding, what is your opinion?” Li Xiang’s analysis was good, but since Ding Sijin was the frontline commander, Ma Yun also sought her views.

This Zhao Pu, he could have come at any time, but had to show up now. And Zhou Zong was the same—he could have asked Zhao Pu to wait a couple of days. On this snowy day, the Emperor had been looking forward to it all year.

Chun Ying spat at him: “Who’s yours? Stop talking nonsense!” Seeing Hu Fei just smile at her, her face immediately flushed.

Upon hearing Hua Furong’s words, his face darkened halfway, but Qing Yuan nodded casually, showing no concern. Truly worthy of the top courtesan of the Night Charm—her voice was sweet yet strong, alluring but not seductive.

But what happened next left Annie dumbfounded... The white column of water encased the Sea Emperor’s scepter, rushing fiercely toward Annie.

“Damn it!” Duan Chen hissed, deliberately dodging but still struck by the sluggish poison. At this moment, Duan Chen’s speed was surprisingly slow.

“What happened in the city this morning?” Zi Rui quickly cut to the heart of the matter upon seeing the person.

“I’m sorry to put you through this,” Qin Yaying placed the bouquet together and tossed it into Leng Muchen’s arms, then pressed her lips to his voluntarily.

Because this matter involved Zhuang Mingxi, her second mistress mother had to be present to witness it firsthand, to prevent her from causing trouble later.

“I’m sorry, Fan Cheng, but I think we’re not right for each other. Let’s break up!” In the shadowed corner of Zhejiang University’s playground, two cups of milk tea fell to the ground. Fan Cheng’s smile froze as he stared at Wu Xinmei in disbelief, as if unable to believe what he had just heard.