Volume One, Chapter 96: Brother Ji, In My Past Life, It Was You Who Killed Lin Ranran

After seeing the two of them leave, Mother Ji took a few deep breaths before composing herself and silently turned back into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

May Boss get better soon!

Mother Ji prayed as tears fell.

Before long, her eyes were swollen like peaches.

Lin Ranran had her husband on her mind, so she got up especially early.

This was truly not the Leader overestimating himself; in this primordial world, when it came to contending with heavenly punishment, probably no one could match him, and no one understood heavenly punishment better than he did.

At this moment, the Leader was teaching for the first time and felt indescribably pleased, though a first-time master naturally had to put on a solemn, righteous front.

The wife of the Prefect of the Capital was a round-faced lady who seemed very approachable, always wearing a bright, open smile and appearing generous and tolerant in temperament. But everyone present knew that was only on the surface. Her husband was the Prefect of the Capital; as his wife, how could she not have a few tricks of her own?

Good! You are worthy disciples of the martial path. If the sect master knew of this, he would surely be proud of what you have done today! As disciples of the martial path, remember this: if others do not offend me, I do not offend them; if others offend me, I will kill them! Even a sage cannot change that. Even if death is unavoidable, do not think you can make us submit!

Long Shute, who had rejoined the team the latest and had only trained with them once, willingly sat on the bench for this match.

Everyone forced down their sleepiness and sat together again. They distributed the food they had prepared in their backpacks, and as they looked at the strange scene before them and ate the food that had finally made its way into their mouths, feeling this rare ease, they could not help but think, for a moment, that perhaps the most beautiful thing in the world was no more than this.

At his command, the pilot lowered the aircraft again, descending to a height of nine meters above the ground. The fierce storm of rotor wash sent the surrounding survivors staggering and falling in disarray, forcing them to crawl away on hands and knees to escape danger. The large amount of scattered new banknotes was once again whipped into the air, fluttering and scattering between heaven and earth.

When he could not sleep here, if he went out the back door and walked to the moat, he would see two dark figures. Unfortunately, Zhang Jing was already dead, and Lan Qi could never appear by the moat again. So even when he could not sleep, he never thought to go for a walk there.

Everyone secretly gave Gao Yang and Liang Sitao nicknames, and these were unanimously approved by Xiao Zihan and Ling Yunchao as well: Gao Yang was a cold-blooded beast, and Liang Sitao was a masochist.

Chen Ao fainted, and Cao Yi also put the lid back on the incense burner. When he had looked just now, the sandalwood inside had already burned out, which was why he could finally take the cotton balls out of his nostrils with peace of mind.

The deep, sonorous sounds of worship drifted for a long time over the skies of Ningyuan City, intimidating all manner of evil spirits.

Several seagulls in the distance soared between the sunlight and the sea, calling out from time to time, and over the vast expanse of water those cries carried far, far away.

We have only just fought a battle with Eastern Wu, and Wei has also grown unfriendly to us over the matter of Hanzhong. Isn’t this a bit too hasty? Liu Feng looked at Zhuge Liang. Besides, Li Hui is attacking Wu; even the Wu people are not in a hurry. If we work so hard to curry favor with Wei and Wu and end up provoking Li Hui’s displeasure, we may only bring trouble upon ourselves.

As for those demonic beasts, each and every one of them wore brilliant smiles, excited as never before. At last they could leave this place and return to their own homelands, or to the forests, where they would see the figures of their own kind, perhaps even their enchanting wives, and the hopeful gaze of their children.

The sky grew increasingly fickle, and a thunderbolt of rare brilliance came from beyond the nine heavens. The sky-piercing pagoda stood in such holiness, while the city and all beneath heaven were bathed in firelight.

An Ran glared at the door in annoyance for quite a while before hurriedly grabbing yesterday’s clothes and changing into them.