Chapter 138: The Laugh of the Spring Breeze

Li Qianjue stared angrily at the broken flute, the redness at the corners of his eyes deepening. He fixed his gaze on Chu Yuyao. “You will compensate me for the Thousand-Year Cold Jade Flute.”

“Compensate you? In your dreams,” Chu Yuyao rolled her eyes. “You showed up at my backyard in the dead of night with a dozen beautiful corpses. I’m generous enough not to demand compensation for emotional distress.”

[Ding! Yan Jingchen’s favorability +3, current 49. Host, he finds your way of retorting quite endearing.]

She glanced sideways.

It was as if she had bought hot searches and traffic; within half a day, the news had spread across nearly every internet platform.

Song Jianye lowered his head in a daze, speechless. Ever since that elder had appeared, his mind had gone blank.

In recent months, thanks to Tiansheng Optics, he had earned billions of universal points, and there was no longer any worry about points.

Wang Anran was the other party in this matter and a member of the Wang family. If she spoke, the matter could be completely resolved.

Xue Cheng nodded. Back in college, if one didn’t play basketball for a long time and suddenly played several games one day, the next day would bring muscle soreness. But if one persisted for a few days, once the body adapted to the exercise, even if slightly overexerted, such soreness wouldn’t occur.

It was like Mang Guertai’s sister, Mang Guoji, confronting the Khan head-on to claim the rightful Blue Banner left by Mang Guertai.

Lu Beichen’s eyes churned with coldness. Clenching his hands tightly, he closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to strike back.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing,” Wang Anran quickly cut him off, her hands moving quietly behind her back.

She never thought her feelings were shameful. Even now, even if she no longer loved him, she would never deny the things she had done for love in the past.

There was no other way, after all, this was not a world like “a million troops besieging a village,” where the geographical environment need not be considered.

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Li Yang, having said all that needed to be said, did not linger. After bidding farewell to his sister, he left.

She wanted everyone to know just how wild and unrestrained this country girl from the countryside was.

Feeling oddly comforted, after being groomed, and having not eaten since birth, and calling out to the golden eagle chicks for some time, she drifted off to sleep drowsily.

Mu Fei was stunned. When sure Mo Ling wasn’t joking, he hastily refused, shaking his head vigorously like a rattle drum, while thinking to himself.

Hearing the voice, Li Yang looked at Lin Manjun in surprise, only to find her staring coldly at Tong Baixiang. She shook her head helplessly, but Li Yang did not intervene.

For patient safety, aside from medical staff, no one was allowed to enter the intensive care monitoring ward.

No. 1 Jia, Chengtian Road, was the current Forbidden Palace, a courtyard only an alley away from the actual palace.

Gao Yafei glanced at Jing Wei beside Gong Xue and said, “You go ahead, I have something to discuss with Director Di...” After speaking, he waved to Gong Xue and turned toward the office.

The island was charred black. As soon as Gu Jiu and Zhuque set foot on the island, they could hear the sounds of combat and intense aura fluctuations from the island’s center.

A minute later, a burly man pressed his wireless earpiece, received orders, and continued forward with Ji Haotian and Wen Keren.

“Don’t think about fighting me. I have no time. Go do your duty. I have serious matters,” Li Changkong said, clapping his hands as he walked toward the Happiness 250 leaning against the wall.

This protective shield was jointly set up by Nie Yuanhe and Zhuge Rui to prevent members of the Nie family from accidentally injuring others during martial contests or external interference. It was called the “Two-Polarity Transformation Formation.” When activated, it could withstand three full-strength attacks from a peak Soul King-level adversary.

The Paranoid Master, seeing Brother Ye’s chivalrous spirit, was moved to tears. After bowing deeply to Brother Ye, he stepped lightly onto the arena, floating as if on clouds.

“Do you know who I am?” Li Jinglong said, displeased upon seeing Brother Ye stand straight without a trace of fear.

Chunyu He spoke, then turned away without even glancing at Brother Ye, taking Yuzhu’s hand and walking toward the old beggar who was nearly hunched into a full stop.

However, as he was pondering how to inform his boss without revealing his own secrets, the boss had already raised his broadsword, ready to strike at any moment.

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Then, Wu Xuanming stood to leave but was tackled by Gao Xiong grabbing his leg, testing his patience to the limit. He kicked hard, only to be intercepted by several bodyguards who seemed intent on attacking him.

Although he used his father’s military merits to secure a comfortable position as Deputy Minister of War, he achieved nothing for the country or family. He was neither valued by the emperor nor taken seriously by Nalan Mufeng.

Yet, where some rejoiced, others fretted. The east wing’s windows and doors were tightly shut in broad daylight, casting the room in dim light.

“Miss Xue, do you feel any better today?” The servant placed her snack down and naturally handed it to her.

I thought he had hung up again, but picking up the phone showed it was still connected, though strangely, no sound came through.

Moments later, a portal shimmered open in the void, and Mu Yunyan’s graceful figure slowly emerged.

At the same time, Guo Shaojia, who loved neither the kingdom nor the throne but only beauties, stood politely knocking outside a bedroom door on the second floor.

Zong Ai, standing nearby, watched his expression with curiosity. What could unsettle a prince so calmly as if Mount Tai were crumbling before him? His gaze shifted to the object Tuoba Tao held—a set of bamboo carvings.

“Aunt Lin smiled at the old lady, saying, ‘I was rushing to work this morning. I woke up too late and feared being late, so I was in such a hurry.’”

But Ye’s mother was already lucid; she only smiled. Such a man—wasting over twenty years on him was truly pitiful. But she no longer intended to weep over such a man, for he was utterly worthless.

Thus, Wang Hui’s spirit instantly concentrated. At that moment, his soul seemed to enter a strange realm.

White Wings was the heart of the entire Mozak Continent—not the geographical center, but the sole center in the hearts of the Mozak people.

Every legendary master radiated a powerful aura, so intense that even ordinary people could sense it and instinctively avoided them for fear of trouble.

Just then, the hourglass used to mark time in the room flipped again—the start of a new day.