Volume 1, Chapter 166: A Choice Between Two

The snow had stopped.

Yet it seemed even colder.

The bonfire in the fireplace was teetering on the verge of extinction, its feeble glow trembling, stubbornly refusing to die out.

As if—

possessing the ambition to devour everything.

Reflected in Zhou Jingdu's eyes was Jin Yao's ferocious and terrifying expression. Unflustered, Zhou Jingdu pushed him away and brushed off some non-existent dust from his clothes.

Tiger shook his head helplessly; Alice was still the same, judging things not by their practicality, but by their aesthetics.

What is the meaning of this? Is this the kind of service attitude they have? Putting aside courtesy and politeness, is there even a basic shred of respect?

Having a showdown with He Zichen in this lifetime, He Zidai wanted to shelter her beneath wings that had not yet fully grown. Apart from not wanting her to become He Zichen's Achilles' heel, his greatest wish was probably to make up for the regrets of the previous life. Whether toward her or toward her unborn child, He Zidai was filled with remorse.

However, those people from the Poison Dragon Sect and the White Tiger Gang, as if pumped full of adrenaline by Tiger-head's speech, still recklessly charged up the mountain with complete disregard for their lives.

The look of displeasure on his face vanished the instant he saw John. Unlike those aristocratic young masters, John had fought campaigns across the empire for years and earned great military merits; he was practically the person he admired the most.

Judging from their expressions, the two seemed to have already accepted Igor's departure, but in reality, they were merely putting on a brave face so that Igor wouldn't feel too guilty. Just imagine, companions who had lived together for so many years were suddenly leaving—who could possibly feel good inside?

Recovering her wits, Ji Muzi smiled faintly, reached out to pick up Pang Dahua, and placed her into the Soul-Containing Stone she carried with her, then nodded toward the Holy Sword Knight.

Ahead, some dark structures gradually came into view. The only reason they were visible right now was entirely due to the presence of the moon; otherwise, had there been no moonlight tonight, these things certainly would not have been seen.

He Zidai's brow and gaze were layered with brocade-like brilliance, and the joy in his eyes was like scattered starlight. He nodded heavily and quickened his pace to follow Tao Zhuohua.

Furthermore, the eyes of the Crimson Blood Demonic Flame Pig were extremely fierce and bizarre, burning like demonic flames and radiating terrifying fluctuations.

Su Le also nodded. One could not simply assume that Sun Yingwu was associated with Huang Dongliang just because Sun Yingwu happened to be standing by Huang Dongliang's side; there was always a chance Sun Yingwu had merely wandered into that video by accident.

Emerging from the room, Lin Jing sat on the sofa, crunching away at some snacks. While watching some variety show, she laughed so hard that food debris sprayed all over the table.

The remaining Nether Ghost Soldiers possessed some self-awareness and no longer sought to prolong the battle, choosing instead to flee. However, Pixiu gave them no such opportunity. Before long, the ground was strewn with corpses, and the more than two hundred thousand ghost soldiers were nearly exterminated.

Before the words had even faded, and without waiting for Hu Xian'er to speak, he spun around immediately, driving the precious blade in his hand straight into Shi Bolun's chest.

Su Ruotong had temporarily managed to keep the employees below her under control, and now she had a new task to attend to: after a delay of a year and a half, Tao Xian was finally graduating, and she was going to attend his graduation ceremony.

Ji Ningfei truly never expected things to turn out this way; all she had wanted to do was get rid of the child in Su Le's belly.

Upon meeting the families of the two academicians, Zhu Xiaoqi became even more certain of this judgment, because they were extremely calm. The Zheng family had already sent people over to comfort them, claiming that the two academicians had been taken to participate in a research project and would not be coming home anytime soon, even arranging a video call with them to prove it.

Tao Xian had been lacking energy these past few days, constantly hugging his phone and sending messages, unsure of what he was doing, refusing to let go of his phone even while eating.

—Next time the leadership disapproves, I will never rashly bring up a request for a promotion and a raise.