Volume One, Chapter 41: Still Discovered!

Shang Yinqiong left the restaurant and boarded the carriage back to the estate.

From the perspective of a village head, governing an entire village requires, above all else, finding a way to unite the people's hearts so that everyone pulls together in the same direction. If you want to go east while I want to go west, wouldn't the village simply become a scattered plate of sand?

The travelers were exhausted from the journey, finding it an effort even to speak. Though they were reluctant to waste their breath, the hosts were undeniably warm and enthusiastic, and it would not do to give them the cold shoulder. Consequently, they took turns offering occasional remarks and dry chuckles, which finally eased the atmosphere in the main room slightly.

In the early morning, when the dew was heavy, the mountain air felt exceptionally fresh. Such air was extremely rare in modern times, let alone in the steadily worsening extreme environment after the apocalypse, where, amid a desolate landscape of bleakness, the only remaining greenery on Earth consisted of dangerous, man-eating plants.

"Father, those people at the old family house are all able-bodied and sound of limb. As long as they were willing to work, their labor force would surpass our branch by countless times. Why must they cling to us like leeches, determined to suck our family's very last drop of blood just to survive?"

Just as Sang Tian's previous world came to an end at the exact moment Duan Yu died of old age, her soul was instantly wrenched away.

Suddenly, no one knew whence it came, a dark, bloodthirsty, and violent frenzy surged within Lin Dahua. Her hand fumbled through the nearby straw until her fingertips brushed against a cold blade.

Chris Rondo attempted only one shot this quarter, scoring two points, but he contributed five assists to his teammates.

The bright moonlight washed over him, casting a layer of sacred radiance that made him look like an ancient Greek god presiding over beauty.

Shen Lanshu's pretty face felt like a kettle heated to boiling, burning red, and even the delicate white skin behind her earlobes was tinged with a flush.

To deal with a man like him, asking directly would only make him feel he still had bargaining chips to negotiate with me.

Ever since his duel with Zilong of the Three Kingdoms, this was the first time Lu Lin took the initiative to attack, charging straight at Zilong with his shield raised.

Yuntu nodded in deep agreement. For her, what needed guarding against was not those phantom beasts, but the people accompanying her.

Seeing the situation before her, Jiang Jingya naturally assumed it was the doctor coming to check on the patient's condition. Therefore, she hurried to the bedside, eager to hear what the doctor had to say about Su Li's illness.

"Did you naively think that as long as you stayed together, I would be helpless against you? How naive!" A sneer echoed from within the sea of blood as the blood-red cloud followed right behind, hovering directly above Ye Canxue and Zhang Yuxin.

"They have formed a pact, and the evil ghosts of the Yellow Springs have submitted to him." Chen Xiang looked at her with adoration in his eyes. As expected, she was the older sister of his memories; the more he looked at her, the more he adored her.

Hearing this, Li Mingxia realized that this Zhao Song was indeed also pursuing her, and a wave of displeasure welled up in her heart. She opened her mouth, intending to refuse, but before the words could leave her lips, she inexplicably felt a surge of heat rush up her face, her heart pounding wildly.

The air froze instantly. This was a ridiculous excuse for freedom of choice—what difference did it have from having no choice at all? If Bai Fahai was telling the truth, they at least still had some glimmer of hope; but if they left on their own, they would likely have none left.

"Let's go back. Crescent City is under monster siege," Leng Xue said simply, though she was well aware of what had transpired.

Doing good deeds, like presenting roses to others while lingering fragrance remains on one's own hands, is far more meaningful than carrying gifts to visit relatives, and it avoids the trouble of exhausting effort for ungrateful results.

Zhao Xin, sleeping on the inner side, tossed and turned. Originally lying with her back facing Han Lin, she rolled over, and thus, that single-minded evildoer's hand just happened to brush against a patch of tender softness.