Volume One, Chapter 24: They All Protect Her

Ji Yuxi nodded at the words, lifted her hand to wipe away the tears from her face, her eyes shining with anticipation. When he raised his head and looked this way, Su Rui opened her mouth in surprise—he looked exactly like the man in the enormous portrait outside. Perhaps this is fate, she thought, destiny decreeing that she could never return to her once beautiful life, never again follow the path she wished for herself.

As expected, she waited a long time. Cheng Jia, worried she would be bored, brought her a few magazines. She flipped through them, but with so much on her mind, none of the words registered. The staff member waved impatiently, and the assisting followers exchanged glances but only dared to obey.

Ever since Gao Kedong fell ill, he had not returned home. Partly it was because he was busy, but also because he feared angering Gao Kedong. If Pudding recovered, then the soul trade she and Pudding had discussed would fall through.

“What is McCool?” I couldn’t help interrupting Plum’s story, stupidly asking. It had been so long since I’d been to McDonald’s, I felt utterly out of touch with the times.

Su Rui only smiled in response. Madam Chen was so attentive, never letting Hou Meiyu do heavy work, and considering her legs tired and ached easily, how could she not be well cared for?

He met Fang Qing’er purely by chance. When he first arrived in Changzhu, he had nowhere to stay and was searching for a place to live. Coincidentally, Fang Qing’er had just posted a rental ad online.

The pockmarked man looked utterly sleazy, while Shen Yiyi, on the other hand, was rather gentle—perhaps it had something to do with her nature.

Konoha and Sunagakure were allies, and Gaara’s abduction by Akatsuki was a major event. Yet those left in the village and suitable for this mission were few; had Itachi Uchiha and Shisui Uchiha been there, they would have been ideal, but both were away on missions, unable to return anytime soon.

Gui Rong spoke helplessly, then once again couldn’t help repeating the phrase that perfectly captured his feelings at that moment.

Her small fists flailed wildly at him. After a desperate struggle, with a resounding “smack!”, she summoned all her strength and, like a startled rabbit, slapped him with the back of her hand.

“Is that not the case? If His Majesty could marry your princess, it would be a match made in heaven, and you could withdraw your troops,” the old man said disdainfully, as if Yang Guo were the one forced into a corner.

The portable house he carried was much like the high-tech villas from the world of Pokémon, only this was House No. 2.

The jade fox, greedy for sweets, grinned and flicked its tongue to lap up the osmanthus cake, licking his fingers in the process.

Kezi Qi slammed his massive fist onto the desk, blood staining the shattered glass, while Luo Chenxi watched with a cold, mocking smile.

“Rasengan!” Xuan suddenly appeared behind one of the elite jonin, his right hand already forming the Rasengan as he drove it toward the man’s back.

The Athenian guards, though caught off-guard, quickly recovered and charged at the Ziwei Celestial Army.

Luo Diudiu told Chen Ziyu all about the accusations of plagiarism against her, as well as everything regarding Lu Mingyuan, even showing Chen Ziyu the online comments.

But Type-A mutant creatures were different—their battles were terrifying, like mountains crashing down.

As the officer finished speaking, thunder and lightning erupted outside. The crowd immediately rushed out, only to see that the previously sunny sky had turned to a downpour.

The youth nodded. To be honest, even if he didn’t claim to be the boss now, no one would believe otherwise.

Peng Boxiong’s shirt suddenly began to smoke and was soon reduced to ashes, revealing a suit of inner armor already destroyed beyond recognition.

In truth, this man and beast had tangled and fought countless times—how could either have fond feelings for the other?

The early summer night breeze was fresh and gentle. Jian Mo and Li Xiaoyue sat quietly on the edge of the flowerbed downstairs. In the peaceful night, under the myriad household lights, there was a touch of mystery.

Han Yichen wouldn’t eat his medicine or drink water—how could his fever break? Would his mind be addled by the heat?

She instinctively drew back a little and looked toward that gaze. As expected, Cheng Yiben and He Yunjia appeared together at the venue.

So, a reckless Nether Behemoth hefted its giant fists and charged valiantly at Luo Chen.

Yesterday, she had asked Xia Zhengrong to let Xia Chen work at her hospital. Xia Zhengrong hadn’t agreed, saying that if Xia Chen himself accepted, he would have no objection.

In terms of sheer combat power, this guy was unbeatable—television wouldn’t dare show someone taking on a hundred opponents alone, yet Li Mingqiu did so in real life.

When the soul is also poisoned, one can no longer sense whether one is alive or already dead.

He finally understood: with this incident, he would become the target at the center of the storm. At such times, it was best to hide away, or, if possible, disappear altogether—fleeing south would be the wisest choice.

In other words, children accustomed to this routine, if faced with a nuclear disaster, would naturally rebuild society in this organizational mode… though, of course, with human limitations, surviving a nuclear disaster would hardly be easy.

Long Wu trailed far behind them. This matter had gone too smoothly—no one could predict what would come next, so he had to remain vigilant.