68 Fertilization

Bai Lengye sat in the car, glancing briefly out the window. The warmth and coldness of human relationships in this world were truly nothing more than this.

Covering my eyes, I began to sob softly. Mengmei always said I knew how to find joy in suffering, but suffering was, after all, suffering. There was not a shred of sweetness, not a trace of hope.

The driver up front glanced through the rearview mirror. Catching Jiang Feng's hidden signal, a cold sneer touched the corner of his mouth as he abruptly spun the steering wheel.

To hell with the future! Today, I am going to know the whole truth and put an end to all this chaos! I smiled with a grim chill, my figure suddenly bursting forth as I accelerated to the absolute limit, lunging straight at Shangguan Hongwu's back.

Hum. The vibration of the wings suddenly doubled in intensity, yet the direction of the tremor sharply reversed. The short, stout man's attack instantly missed, while my figure had already retreated right in front of Kurozuka, who was just catching up.

Therefore, compared to Tangtang, Zhongqing felt even more heartache for An'an. For a child, understanding nothing actually made them less vulnerable to being hurt.

Lord Qin panicked as he tried to push away the pear blossom maiden, but she suddenly vanished into thin air.

That severed-neck ghost really did look a bit like a stuffed eggplant cut open to reveal the filling, though hearing it described that way felt rather awkward, instantly killing any appetite for stuffed eggplant.

"Auntie, please, does Brother Qin Lang live here?" Then, a familiar voice made her almost jump. Xie Yihan! It was actually Xie Yihan! How on earth did she end up here? Why would she come here to knock on the door?

Yet the receptionist still shook her head decisively. Judging by her look, she clearly suspected that Xia Tian was trying to pick up a dead drunk at the bar and was even contemplating calling the police.

The night grew heavier. The plum tree behind had not yet blossomed, yet a faint fragrance drifted faintly through the air. Zhou Yufeng smiled powerlessly. Turning his head to look, he discovered that the poisonous spider on the table was lying flat on its back, having departed for the netherworld at some unknown moment.

Suwan kept her head lowered, her knees completely numb from kneeling. But what chilled her heart even more were Ye Qianzhong's words, every single word and phrase brimming with a lack of trust in her.

Luan grasped the blade before her with one hand, her magic tightly binding it in place, before turning to look at Lin Xiao with a resolute gaze in her eyes.

Even knowing that their relationship fell far short of even a mischievous prank, he still harbored that hope in his heart.

"Are you two done making a fuss?!" Wu Feng furrowed his brows, gazing with a solemn expression at the two people endlessly bickering before him. These two could never be put together; whenever they were together, there was never a moment of peace.

"Is this the place? I hope I haven't remembered wrongly." Ye Qiankun looked toward Su Yan, his eyes narrowing slightly. At this moment, he didn't look like a wealth-obsessed merchant, but merely an ordinary, utterly unremarkable old man.

However, having sealed her meridians in advance, she didn't bleed as much as the Third Chieftain, yet she still required a round of medical treatment.

Bu Dashan had no intention of engaging this person in close combat, especially since it was obvious the latter was a master of hand-to-hand fighting. Thus, Bu Dashan retreated swiftly. As he fell back, countless hailstones, vines, and blazing flames materialized out of thin air, instantly checking the momentum of Lord Song, who was charging forward to kill.

Suwan sat to one side, head lowered, her fingers endlessly twisting the fabric of her dress. Her mind was in complete disarray right now, a tangled mess where she could make sense of nothing.

Ran Sinian nodded, thinking to himself that this was indeed the school where that teacher instructed students in lucid dreams, and it even charged exorbitant tuition fees. It seemed the teacher's ultimate goal was money after all.

Twenty minutes later, Fatty Chen, Gu Chuxian, and I met at the entrance of Fushanshi People's Hospital.

Before leaving, he asked Tres once more, "Do you truly not intend to hand over the source code?" At present, all relevant experts within the empire were pouring their efforts into recovering the source code. As long as time permitted, recovering it was only a matter of time.

Ran Sinian's peripheral vision swept over Qu Zichong, who wore a sympathetic expression—a man who had tragically lost his beloved wife a year ago.

Huang Jun nodded, and Old Man Zhu and Fang Li shared no other thoughts. The group had originally come looking for Zheng Hua, but now that they had seen him and gained some guesses about the past events, they were forced to consider how to get out. At the same time, however, they found themselves burdened with even more doubts.

Text messages exchanged back and forth like this numbered at least several dozen, making both Ran Sinian and Qu Zichong feel quite awkward.

"Since he didn't charge a fee and simply lacked the ability to fulfill your request, why bother holding it against him?" Qu Zichong consoled.

Then Wu Xie hoisted the plump-headed fellow onto his back, binding him tight with cloth strips until he looked like a giant rice dumpling. With his left hand supporting the bottled-oil ghost and his right hand gripping his steel shoulder blade, he pressed forward.

"Didn't you know that graduates from the Department of Architecture only ever pursue one kind of career?" Su Rong asked in astonishment.

With that, he turned and walked out the door, leaving the car keys on the table. Clearly, this fellow was intentionally avoiding suspicion.

"The owner of that shop is called Hu Wannian." Lu Tianyu had a profound impression of this name because at the time, his mind had instantly wandered to the concept of a "stepmother" or "wanton woman."

No, to call it nostalgia was far too pleasant a phrasing. For him, such things were nothing more than self-deception. Why on earth would he still feel any lingering attachment to that world?

"If that's the case, it might be a different kind of magic. But what could it be?" Dusha frowned, looking toward Hua Xiansuo.

Lu Tianyu looked up at that building, suddenly feeling that Qingyun's teaching buildings could hardly be considered tall structures at all. In the city of giants, those towering buildings piercing the clouds resembled Babel-esque towers.

Thinking this way, a trace of sourness, subtle enough that even she herself failed to notice it, welled up in Xu Yuan's heart.

"I say, Xuyang, did you bring the two of us here because you have some good news to share?" Wang Dahai asked.

Not long after, the God of Courage blew the horn of war, and the Sixth Divine War of the Faro Plane erupted.

However, because he had yet to figure out the root of the problem, Zhang Guan did not dare to act too rashly and simply had him buy a pot of Jiangxiang wine.

The commander could not help but sigh with emotion, shifting his gaze back to the distant pair locked in pursuit. Javian was still chasing with boundless energy, while Miekong felt a trace of exhaustion, forced from time to time to dodge sudden sneak attacks—something that truly made him somewhat overwhelmed.

Seeing the Swedish envoy about to leave, how could Wallengrut possibly agree? A clever thought flashed through his mind as he plotted a scheme.

Lightning tore through the sky, shooting stars plummeted to the earth, and the clarion call of horns sounded from the edge of the horizon. The entire perimeter of Middenheim was plunged into frantic slaughter.