Volume One, Chapter 102: I Was Actually Reborn

She was so flustered by his words that embarrassment quickly curdled into anger. “And so what if you remember that we are married? Does that mean we are married in any real sense? Then what do you call these past few days, leaving me here without a word, without a care?”

“What do I call it? I call it leaving my wife to keep an empty room. If you were lonely, you could have called me directly. But you didn’t. Tell me, does my wife have another man?”

He pressed her into the corner. Several buttons of his white shirt had been undone, exposing the hard line of his chest and collarbone.

The man was notorious for his wayward nature; there was something shamelessly dissipated in his brows and eyes. Looking down at the woman in his arms, he gave a soft, derisive laugh.

She reacted at once.

Zheng Nan did not know what the old dean truly meant, so he could only give a faint nod and continue listening.

It was a speech of immense political significance. After the storm of politics that had swept through the world at the turn from spring to summer the previous year, the first senior leader of the nation used the establishment of a securities market to make a public declaration to the world: this was the Chinese government’s direct response to international doubts about the continuity of its reform and opening-up policy.

Zhao Zhongqiang very gentlemanly extended a hand to Yan Lijuan. Yan Lijuan smiled and said, “Good evening, Teacher Zhao,” placing her left hand lightly in his palm.

So, if it was a company, then which company should he choose? For months, An Chengyou had been thinking about this problem. Yet while he kept thinking, he had also begun vocal training, something he had never done since his rebirth.

When Zhou Ming heard this, he was shaken to the core. He stared blankly at Wang Mengyao, and in the blur before his eyes the image of Xia Rong suddenly surfaced again. The two figures overlapped, and for a moment he did not know what to say.

Scene after scene spread out from Ling Yong’s body, merging with the ripples of those melodies, then continuously expanding until they all flowed into the soul shadow.

Not only the people on the side of the card-playing man were stunned, even Ling Yong and the others fell silent in surprise.

The death of the Creator God was like this; the disappearance of the great ancient overlords was the same. The various legendary divine beings all either shed their forms and departed, or left this celestial realm to seek another world once they could no longer rely on the power of faith. And so on.

Cao Ren and Cao Hong exchanged a glance; both could see the unwillingness in the other’s heart. Yet both also felt that what Li Dian said made sense. In an instant, neither of them had a plan. Cao Hong, in particular, was a man whose strength lay in martial arts, and he knew perfectly well that he could not defeat Ma Chao. So Cao Hong truly had no idea at all.

On the mountaintop, amid a wondrous spectacle of sea and sky, with clouds steaming and rosy light billowing, one upright and one worldly, one old and one young, pointed out the world and spoke for a long time.

“Good, understood! Hey, deploy thirty elite troops here and focus on defense…” After giving a brief reply, Lin Guan continued to patrol the line and arrange the troops.

When Han Dongpo pressed the red button with a smile, You Huagang let out a desperate roar. Han Dongpo had been about to sneer at how convincingly the man was acting, but the moment he heard the beeping, he froze. He tried to turn and flee, only to be shoved by a tremendous force from beside him toward You Huagang, whose face now twisted like a vengeful ghost’s.

As for ordinary experts, killing him would probably not be so easy. Moreover, with someone like Black Dragon, whose strength was only one or two realms above his, if he were killed, then it would be entirely Ye Feng’s own fault and no one else’s. He knew that better than anyone.

Zhao Xin and the others frowned slightly. To be honest, they did not like what Ye Xiao was doing either. One night was already enough; why drag things out? This not only slapped their faces, it also wasted their time.

The one truly dragging everyone down, however, was Zhou Mingyang: Wang Biao held on for just one round before successfully using the Turtle Breath Technique to feign death.

“Your Majesty, perhaps we should keep watching for now, or summon the Left-Wing King again to discuss it?” You Du continued to urge restraint.

The man flew into a rage, then finally shot a cold look at Qin Yi and the girl who had spoken up for her before rising and leaving.

“Take him and hand him over to the Intelligence Battalion for inspection!” Lin Guan commanded the surrounding soldiers through a faint voice transmission.

White Xi Liang used an adapted line from the internet without thinking, and suddenly felt that it was strangely apt. Yet a thread of doubt still lingered in his heart: why was the other side so certain? Could it be that he thought White Xi Liang would not dare kill him?

Of course, the middle-aged man would not go back on the contract he had just signed over this, though he was resentful. But Mu Chen had already sent the company’s general manager to negotiate with him personally, which was quite a display of respect.

What he worried about was Mu Qingge. Seeing her in so much pain just now, he did not know whether she could make it through.

There was no need to question the truth of those words. With Su Ming’s current status, there was no reason for him to lie.

Those jade-white, slender legs were crossed sideways, and the sight of her frail, pained posture could not help but soften everyone’s hearts.

A three-meter-tall velociraptor was led over by Number Thirty-Five. The vicious, bloodthirsty beast that raged mercilessly before the weak was now docile and obedient before Number Thirty-Five, lowering its head and willingly allowing itself to be led by the neck.

Mu Qingge always had a feeling that Ye Hexuan had seen through something, or that perhaps he was quietly investigating her behind the scenes.

Mu Zhuojiao bit her lip and said nothing. Instead, Mu Ningxue, the person involved, patted her hand to signal that she should not care about it.

Ye Hexuan did not notice this. He extended one hand toward the window and, using his inner power, repelled Chong Lian, who was trying to force his way in.

He hoped to grow closer to a few ministers whom Ye Tianyi valued, so as to avoid the fate of dismissal.

After choosing a restaurant whose decor was reasonably pleasing, Chitose Roro greeted the owner and then sat down inside.

Though the Ice Soul Fairy’s words were phrased as a question, she had already begun to believe that what Su Ming had said was true.

Xiao Zhe pressed his lips together and said urgently, “I would not dare. A true man dies for his country and never turns back. Though I am already advanced in years, I can still lead troops on the battlefield and protect our great Zhou.”

At these words, some of the younger generals in court were stirred with a surge of fervor.

Facing the might of the Yin-Yang Holy Dynasty, the Eastern State suffered defeats along the entire front. From the intelligence in hand, the other side had dispatched no fewer than a hundred Immortal Realm powerhouses, nearly twenty percent of whom had reached the sixth level of Immortality or above. The native cultivators of the Eastern State could not possibly contend with them.

“Didn’t you see that I already bathed him? Why are you all still not withdrawing?” the princess said, somewhat annoyed.

As she finished speaking, she yanked with both hands, and the iron chains that had been binding him were instantly ripped away. Jiang Yi’s guess had been correct: this fellow was indeed pretending. He had never truly been bound in the first place; he had only done it to lull Jiang Yi into a false sense of security. But now that Jiang Yi had already seen through him, there was nothing left to conceal.