Volume One, Chapter 87: Do You... Trust Me, Bo Xingzhou?

Fu Yuting pushed open the door to her home. The warm light in the entryway dispelled the chill and pretense she had picked up in the building. Instinctively, she glanced toward the study on the second floor. A sliver of faint light shone from the gap beneath the door, which was left ajar.

He wasn’t asleep yet?

Was he waiting for her?

“Zhuo Yue, come with me,” Zhu Ling said as she walked straight into the house. I hesitated, still worried about Li Shu.

Drinking alone always meant there was something weighing on one’s mind—most often sorrow and loneliness. People drown their sorrows in wine, hoping to extinguish the troubles in their hearts, or simply to keep company with their solitude and isolation.

According to Su Qinghan’s speculation, half of Bai Zhirong’s words were true and half were lies. It was true that Bai Zhirou had been driven out of the Bai family. The lie was that she pretended not to know Bai Zhirou had also come here, which made it clear that the two sisters’ relationship was far from good.

On the dining table sat a bowl of stir-fried eggs, some potatoes, and a few green vegetables, though Lu Zhengyi couldn't recall the names of the greens.

The assassin’s once fair face flushed red with pain, yet when confronted by Zhao Tiezhu, she remained unyielding, snorting coldly and turning her head away to avoid his gaze.

Xu Meilin’s dress had slipped from her waist, but the most alluring view of her upper body was pressed beneath her, leaving Zhang Yang unable to enjoy the sight.

Who could have known that a careless, meaningless remark would become a prophecy? Many years later, when Su Jinxi recalled this seemingly inconsequential moment, regret filled her heart, but by then it was far too late.

Since the age of primordial chaos, countless millennia had passed. His red lotus had long since become dust in history.

Pan Dagang struck down Erda with a single blow, ready to announce the good news to his disciple Kan Dali, only to see Kan Dali and the monkey attacking him together. Only then did he realize Kan Dali was never truly on his side.

Lin Yi’s head throbbed with pain; this state had lasted more than ten seconds. Even though his mental strength had been enhanced, the flood of information was becoming unbearable.

Brother Cat, Doctor Guan, and Rat listened but couldn’t tell if she was truly selling pork or just pretending. Regardless, none of the three dared to ask further.

Though it wasn’t perfectly smooth, it looked more comfortable than before. The veterinarian was exhausted. Standing upright, his back ached as if it might never straighten again. With a stick in hand, he wiped the sweat from his nose, mouth, and chin, then glanced sideways at the woods.

Lei Yuanping relaxed and said, “That’s good, that’s good…” Then he ushered Fang Yi inside, showing not a trace of a commander’s airs.

The one who watered the Undying Tree was a vague figure, shrouded in holy light, their features impossible to discern. The tree felt the presence was ethereal, almost indescribably so.

No matter what kind of man Xu You had been in life, as a fellow strategist, Jia Xu couldn’t help but feel troubled. After a glance, he quietly turned and left.

But after only a few steps, the serpent seemed to remember something. Its massive tail swept up a cloud of earth, burying the corpses of the snakes in the pit. At last, its eyes glinting coldly, it muttered, “I’ll avenge you all.” With that, it hurried after Fu Xi.

“How could you not know? You know everything! All of you with different bodies, I’ll defeat you sooner or later!” the unruly qilin raged.

What was even more shocking was that Xiao Feng stood perfectly still, coldly watching the village chief across from him.

Yet after Xiao Feng left, the anger on Shen Bingyan’s face slowly faded to melancholy.

There were about ten or so vials of strong blood, far more than Fang Yi had expected. He packed them into a portable freezer, finally feeling satisfied.