Volume One, Chapter 77: The Most Beloved Little Sister

Before coming to Mansion No. 3, Shen Hanchuan still felt a trace of guilt toward Shen Chaowu.

Zhou Jingdu was notorious for his mercurial temper.

From the moment he abandoned Shen Chaowu, Shen Hanchuan knew that Shen Chaowu would never have a single good day in the Zhou household.

Afterward, the discussion in the hall grew increasingly heated, until nearly everyone in the shelter fell silent.

Hearing this, Ling Jiang’s heart wavered with a hint of pity, but recalling the other’s betrayal, his resolve hardened once more.

Compared to Zhang Meng, Chen Yuan was evidently more ‘frail’—wanting to recoup his losses was nothing but a fool’s dream.

The interior visuals and even the sounds from "Black Wind" were instantly transmitted to Gao Shuang’s computer.

On the second day of the apocalypse, he faced an intermediate awakener; yet, he couldn’t simply crush his opponent, but needed time to turn the tables.

Xu Chaoxi was momentarily caught in a dilemma, but then remembered Su Menglin in the neighboring city, and decisively refused her.

First of all, as the provincial capital of New Jiang, Wulumuqi boasted mature travel agencies and car rental companies, and the rental prices there were much more reasonable than elsewhere… Of course, later, Lin Shenlu had a car, so it no longer mattered.

“I heard from Aunt Zhao that you’ve never been in a relationship? Is that true? I find it hard to believe, honestly,” Ruan Yongxing swirled his wine glass a few times, took another sip, his words tinged with sarcasm.

“I actually came to this place half a year ago, but never stayed—it’s far too expensive, a thousand a day on average. I only come to take photos. But this time, for the wishing pool and the message bottle, I’ll pay a thousand, I accept it,” Teacher Bao said as he climbed.

“Heh.” Long Aotian was at a loss for words, and the fervent atmosphere from before vanished instantly.

“You… drink a whole jar yourself. I can’t be bothered with you anymore.” Zhang Junbao seemed angry, yet his drinking never ceased, as if punishing himself.

The bustle outside and the tranquility here seemed worlds apart. If not for the faint aroma of medicine always lingering, it would be no different from an ordinary household.

Yang Yi’s expression grew cold. With a flick of his fingers, a short dagger appeared, which he gently pressed to Quan Zhixi’s throat. Then he bent slightly, lowered his head, and looked down at Quan Zhixi’s stiff face, displaying a chilling smile.

Mu Yun, fearing Yang Yi might be dissatisfied with her attitude, quickly let a meaningful, flirtatious smile rise to her lips.

Marusha walked through the night-shrouded Xun City. Unlike other places, the people here were neither numb with hopelessness nor tightening their belts for war like livestock until exhaustion claimed them, as in Sichuan.

The dilapidated door was opened by Yang Yi, but the scene inside had changed greatly since his departure.

He let out a fierce roar, his entire body surging with blue lightning mixed with the stench of blood—like a thunder god from the heavens, or a vengeful ghost from the depths.

After their reunion, Hua Xiangrong’s lightness technique was terrifying. Though she clearly hadn’t used that secret method limited to three times, her steps made no sound whatsoever. Jian Chen was engrossed in a conversation with Ling Wei about his doubts, and for a moment, didn’t realize when she had appeared behind him.

It was a kind of majesty—when the Emperor is present, etiquette demands one climb the mountain on foot, let alone ordinary beings.

Zhou Chu’s thinking was simple: since his elder sister was blind and going out for treatment, his younger sister should accompany her—otherwise, who would take care of her?

Halfway to their destination, something felt off, so they stopped and got out to check—the two tires had deflated, like balloons losing air.

The others pursed their lips and turned away, not meeting his gaze. They truly knew less than Han Wanxin, since he was the leader of this expedition.

This startled Ye Qiu. Not only had Zhou Chu just caused trouble with the Russians, but now he intended to go straight to Moscow—wasn’t this handing himself over? Zhou Chu’s tone alone was highly questionable.

Within each of these true immortals was a spiritual seed of the Mighty Immortal Lord. If any were slain, the Mighty Immortal Lord would immediately sense it.

She certainly wouldn’t let Ah Feng have her way, and what happened on the long street would not simply be forgotten.

Once again, someone tried to explain but failed; at this point, anything said would only make things worse, and silence implied everything. Better to save one’s breath and strength.

Yamaguchi Ryoko spoke with confidence, but I knew she hadn’t had time to negotiate with Rilad yet.

At the mouth of the stone stairway, a tall, dark figure with blood-red eyes stared intently at the astonished Lu Renwang. The massive black demon wings on his back unfolded, blocking the entire stairway.

Another figure, a red-eyed man in a tight combat suit, somewhat rugged in appearance, appeared at Li Daniu’s left.

“Still twenty miles from the east city gate,” Explosive Fire Ghost Flame was unwilling to concede; he refused to believe his swordsmanship was inferior to the Evil Sword.

“Commander, what should we do? The enemy’s firepower is too strong, and they’re fearless. We may not be able to hold them.” Li Bing, holding a light machine gun, spoke grimly to Long Er while continuously squeezing the trigger, bullets flying toward the distant woods.

How terrifying the Taiji Demon Ancestor is—just a glance forced Dragon Lord Sky, a revered elder, to commit suicide. Far too frightening.

Yan Zhen was already at the Foundation stage while at the Clear Wind Immortal Sect, but after returning home, he kept a low profile. No one knew, not even his parents, who only learned of it at today’s family banquet. The neighbors, of course, only found out now.

“A forced melon is never sweet. Matters of love cannot be handled this way; it won’t last. You must let her genuinely like you,” Tuka Feng asserted, confident in her views.