Volume One, Chapter 33: She Need Not Attend His Funeral

As the most formidable villain, arrogance was expected of him, but to end up a swindler—what kind of situation was that? Was it not an insult to his title as the supreme antagonist? Leaning against the stone wall of the cave, waves of exhaustion swept over him, and gradually he drifted into sleep.

Yet Jiang Xie let out a sigh. Ah, what can one do when you don't want to act superior, but others insist on forcing you into that role?

"I need to bring the Blood Wolf back to the clan grounds to awaken its bloodline inheritance," said the Silver Moon Wolf Lord, turning to Yan Yuncheng.

He kept close to the sea's surface, flying forward as directed; when Hongmian told him left, he turned left; when she said right, he turned right. Amidst the swirling mists, a strange chill crept over him, as if he had entered another world entirely. He dared not act on his own, obeying Hongmian's every command.

As more and more primordial energy was drawn from the Star Shard, Lei Doudou, nearby, finally ceased refining the Skyshatter Hammer and focused solely on absorbing the white energy.

A moment ago, she had been so intent on listening to Qiu Daoren that she’d neglected to mention something so important. Since she had already met with the headmaster, she felt this matter should be made clear. Even if the headmaster remained skeptical, at least she would be paving the way for Gong Bao. As these thoughts flitted through her mind, she glanced back, only to find that Qiu Daoren was no longer there.

"What do you mean, senior?" Yan Yuncheng and Lan He were both puzzled, unable to grasp the old man's intentions.

"I thought you were clever, but it turns out your head is not so sharp. Nalan Zijian is cunning and deep—once suspicion takes root in his heart, do you think he'll ever trust you again?"

"As for those two, Mu Yuan, aren’t you aware of their curiosity? If it isn’t satisfied, do you really think there will be peace on this journey? With the two of them together, your worries... are unnecessary." Su Mu smiled and tilted her head playfully, a rare display of mischief.

At this moment, the four surveillance cameras were clearly turned off. Even the recording devices behind the table had stopped working.

How could she be so alluring, so seductive? Her upper body was clad in a spotless, strapless bra that accentuated her ample chest to perfection. Below her lithe waist, a pale pink tail drew every eye, while her hair cascaded in pink waves, her gaze full of teasing provocation.

Blood stained the mound a bright crimson, seeping into the earth until the whole heap seemed painted in color.

"Sister, if we go out like this, won't people become suspicious?" It was her first time in human form, and Mo Li was genuinely fearful of being seen.

Everyone present felt a sudden lightness, as if their spirits had been restored in that instant.

It seemed almost unbelievable. The young master rubbed his eyes hard and looked around again—everything remained unchanged. For a moment, his mind went utterly blank.

Jiang Caiyi furrowed her brows, vexed but unable to put her feelings into words. What kind of ridiculous names were those for sword moves?

Dongfang Lianmo gently caressed the lock, and with a surge of calm, powerful inner force, the solid bronze lock—capable of withstanding a thousand pounds—popped open without a sound.

That day, he brought out the mini printer, carefully printed several copies of the photos, afraid they might be damaged or lost.

None of the onlookers had anticipated this outcome. Watching Li Shubin leave with a face full of venomous resentment, not having eaten a single bite, each person revealed a trace of disbelief, almost thinking their eyes had deceived them.

At this moment, a pitch-black building stood beneath the cloud-choked night sky, thick curtains tightly shrouding the light. It resembled a monstrous beast lurking in the shadows, ready to spring out and attack at any moment.

I sat in the backseat, fumbling anxiously through my pockets. Suddenly, I looked up and saw the young woman’s phone in her hand. I snatched it away, and she looked at me with a wounded expression, then glanced at Brother Bao, saying nothing.

When the War of Resistance broke out, Jing Bing was responsible for transporting supplies to the front. One day in 1941, while driving in Ganyu County, he accidentally entered an enemy minefield and was killed in action.

"Brother Mu, they're about to break the formation. What should we do?" Zhu Xiaoyu whispered to Mu Feng.

Fortunately, the children were not hungry, so no one made a fuss. After all the upheavals, these children had grown up.

I took out a cigarette and lit it, slumping outside the hallway and gazing into the quiet, long night. A gentle breeze brushed past my silent figure, and I shivered involuntarily.

Lin Fu had originally planned to go to Xuzhou before March, but sorting out the new policies took two extra months. Seeing Liu Miaozhen and Song Jia come to the southern border of Shouzhou to greet him, he was filled with guilt.

I pulled out my phone; even in the heavy rain, it still worked. It was that iPhone Hu Jing had given me—remarkably sturdy indeed.

Especially Yun Tu—he even seemed on the verge of a breakthrough. Teacher Man Yao was astonished and called Yun Tu the most exceptional prodigy at the Illusion Beast Academy, second only to Ming Hanfeng.

"No matter what, I've unraveled the confusion from my dream," Hua Xi said happily, taking a bite of her apple—then suddenly frowned, spat it out with a "ptooey."

Qian Duoduo had fallen into a long silence. The aura of stillness around her was so profound that even a ninth-level spirit beast noticed, casting her a puzzled glance.

From that moment, Mo Yunqi had not moved or spoken, maintaining his original posture. Whether lost in thought or simply stunned, no one could tell.