Volume 1, Chapter 34: What Should I Name It?

In the lunar year 1960, which corresponded to 1961 on the Gregorian calendar, Liu Qiaohui experienced both joy and anguish.

What delighted her was this:

At last, in this lifetime, Liu Qiaohui had finally risen above the rest.

But what tormented her was this:

With Xiaozhuangzi away, the villagers’ gossip had grown more and more vicious.

To put it plainly, she did not want to pay any attention to it.

But… if things were allowed to continue developing this way, she feared something might happen. And if Sister-in-Law Xu returned, how was she supposed to explain herself to her?

Though everyone praised the place to the skies, the floor of the cave was slick with moisture, and stalagmites rose here and there. The uneven, rugged terrain made it impossible to savor the scenery at leisure, so they could only feel their way forward. Along the way, they encountered several groups of monsters, all of whom were driven back after Fan Yuntong led his troops against them.

Although the gun was already pressed against Zhang Chengming’s head, he was not frightened in the least. After all, if one went by who had used a gun first, Zhang Chengming had surely started long before I did.

The note read: “You, surnamed Shi, are my prey. No one but me is allowed to kill you! So I killed Yokomichi Renzou for you. Consider it a welcoming gift! Signed, the Grim Reaper.”

When I turned around, I saw Dongfang Yu looking at me. The expression on her face seemed to say that she had something extremely important to discuss with me.

“Hold him down, all of you!” Wang Manchun ordered. She then turned her attention to Mingfan’s opponent on the right. Mingfan had already been tortured until he had no strength left. His fingers kept twitching as he tried to pull them back and escape, but they were still pinned firmly in place.

As he drew near Shuang Xuanqi’s workbench, he slowed his steps and sauntered over in an unhurried manner.

A true expert knew the difference the moment they crossed hands. Mu Qingshan had just fought Chu Wei, and his stamina had declined somewhat. Yet even without that disadvantage, after exchanging dozens of blows with the number-one swordsman of the Ba Kingdom, he had already realized that his martial arts were inferior to Fan Yuntong’s.

After the sound of water being poured into a glass, the conversation between Williams and President Tao left Lan Yu utterly stunned.

“I won’t bother telling you who I am. You probably don’t have enough brainpower left to remember my name anyway, do you? You only need to know about the Soul-Scattering and Elixir-Gathering matter. How is it going? We’re rather anxious too. Can you tell us the result?” It turned out to be the ugly man whom Ye Zhen had beaten on the mountain earlier.

Li Zixiao once again remembered the cries for help Gu Feifei had uttered when Gu Xian took her away that night. If he had insisted on stopping Gu Xian from taking Feifei, would everything have ended differently? Would he not be agonizing now over whether he ought to attend her wedding?

Qin Ziyuan turned and walked toward the outside of the villa. Qin Xiqian wanted to call her back, but the words reached her lips and then sank back down.

“Besides, you’re the leader of the War Alliance, and you were the one who set the rules for the Battle of a Thousand Cities. For someone who can make the rules of the game, winning it would be far too easy. That wouldn’t be fair to us,” Ye Shaoxuan said.

Du Lang gave a savage grin, feeling that Du Yi’s brain really had been damaged. He raised his foot and kicked at Du Yi. Du Yi turned around, seized Du Lang’s leg with both hands, and shoved it backward. Du Lang lost his balance and fell to the ground. He immediately sprang back up. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? The beastly aura surrounding his body crashed toward Du Yi.

“This time you really guessed wrong. How did that favor I asked you for a few days ago turn out, old brother?” I asked anxiously.

It was precisely these eyes that allowed him to glimpse a thread of hope—but it was no more than a thread.

Cen Kexin turned around and saw the helpless look on Han Siyou’s face. She sprang to her feet at once.

When he heard that something had happened to Wei Qing, his heart tightened. He had not yet fully grasped the situation and was about to ask for clarification, but the other man was the deputy director in charge of public security. The deputy director ordered him to rush over immediately and seal off the scene; the other personnel would arrive shortly afterward. Then the call ended.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ron slipped out along the kitchen wall and hurried to the corner of the sofa.

Real estate and technology were the Lu Group’s primary areas of expansion, yet Yan Yu had taken the initiative to study them.