Chapter 34: You Cannot Bear It

Paranoica sobre Ela Um sonho de osso em uma noite 1233 words 2026-08-04 06:57:44

"Yueyue."

Guan Yueyue lifted a cup of warm milk, just about to take a sip, when Ming Ziluo called out to her.

She looked up at her. "Is there something you need, Sister Luo?"

Ming Ziluo smiled. "Why are you sitting so far away?"

Guan Yueyue clutched the milk in her hands. "I didn't..."

That was what she had originally thought, but things had become so awkward now. Was it because his tone had been too harsh, or his methods too extreme?

"Before I discovered these things, I also found some of Wu Tai's goods," Wang Zhongmin said with a small smile. "I haven't counted exactly how much he has, but based on those goods alone, I fear executing him ten times over wouldn't be enough."

"Can you guarantee that after witnessing hell, you will never harm another living soul?" The Savior’s question seemed designed merely to delay Abi from seeing hell.

"Judging by the expressions of those gang leaders, this matter seems quite difficult," Yang Fan replied. Indeed, the malicious glares from those gang leaders were proof enough that establishing a new branch and making him a leader would be no easy task; the difficulty was immense.

"Big brother, why is there war in the Digital World? Is it unavoidable? Why must everyone keep fighting?" Kari looked up at Tai.

"The old master did let Master Meng stay for a while before, but later... I don’t know. Master Meng is not in the residence at the moment, and I fear no one here knows where he is," Yang Wanzhen said with a smile.

Death will kiss your cheek, the apocalypse will caress your soul, and fate will lead you to the best of worlds: a road through time that makes you forget the beginning and the end.

The future of some stories is unknowable, but for the moment, Xu Tingsheng sat in his office, knowing he should tear off this "Xiang" character.

Honestly, he truly had not expected her to say such things, to be this proactive. To "make up for the wedding night"—the implication could not have been more obvious.

When Xu Tingsheng arrived home, she was wearing pajamas, wrapped in a quilt, lying on the bed with a pale face. Seeing Xu Tingsheng, she struggled to sit up.

He merely glanced at her before heading straight into the bathroom, intending to put her in a temperature-controlled tub to sober her up.

However, the Wood-type mage inside had already wrapped themselves in a thick, sturdy ball of vines. Beside the Beastmaster, a Tier 3 Blue Water Alligator Turtle activated a Water Element shield, enveloping both itself and its master. Hongyu could not break through on its own, so it darted to the side of the Honey Badger.

She had learned of what happened in Shangling Prefecture on the third day. Many had seen the phantom that night. She didn't say that Li Lulu was wrong to save people, but it felt as if she were throwing her own life away in the process.

"How is it that you know to come home today? Speak, what is it this time?" Chen Ding took a sip of tea to calm his heart before asking.

If such a person were to truly become the village head of Dagou Village, it would certainly not be a good thing for the village.

Constable Niu was not very satisfied with this arrangement, but in front of Xu Kui, he dared not complain or argue.

He was desperate to use every possible means to prove that he still held a place within the Qin family.

Similarly, Zhao Shaoyuan’s brow furrowed as he watched the person who had removed the gauze from their forehead, revealing the tender, red scab, with the bandages on their hands also missing.

"Fifth Master, with so many people under your command, is there really a debt you cannot collect?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked, sounding somewhat puzzled after hearing Fifth Master's words.

This was the man who had single-handedly orchestrated the downfall of the three great noble families of the Inner City, the man who had struggled and crawled his way back from the extraterritorial battlefield... the man who had faced a Tier 4 Tree Demon without losing his footing, a man who had never met an equal from beginning to end.