Volume 1, Chapter 40: Unrevised Yet—Do You Want Him to Be the Deputy Team Leader?

As I raised my head, I saw Song Xiaotang looking at me with a half-smile.

Upon seeing her, I instinctively glanced at her clothes.

At this moment, Song Xiaotang had changed back into the long dress she wore earlier, not that sexy and sultry outfit.

I couldn't quite explain why.

A faint sense of regret suddenly welled up inside me that I wouldn't be able to see it again.

That outfit was simply too sexy, too sultry, and too gorgeous!

Just then, Song Xiaotang suddenly sat down beside me and said, "Hey, they're all gone. You don't need to act cool anymore, do you?"

I wasn't acting cool.

I just didn't know what to say to her.

A moment ago, as my mind drifted inadvertently, the image of her wearing that dress had spontaneously flashed before my eyes.

Extremely...

Helplessly, such profound fire was not so easy to find. In many cases, this kind of profound fire seemed as though it did not exist at all. Take the Bone-Chilling Cold Flame before us, for instance—it had managed to conceal itself from so many people, and it was fortunate that the Lotus-Purifying Flame had detected it.

The sprawling residence of the Nian family was draped in white mourning silks. Amidst the lingering drizzle, the tightly shut gates of the Nian family estate exuded a touch of desolation.

"He actually refused." Fang Ruolan was also somewhat puzzled, a brilliant light flickering in her beautiful eyes.

Jiang Qiao'er looked at He Yezi with sympathy. Just as He Yezi thought she had won her gamble, Jiang Qiao'er suddenly spoke up, then unceremoniously waved her hand at the security guards, signaling them to take He Yezi away.

In the end, he tossed over two strange tree roots and demanded Tang Shan to pay for them, explicitly pricing them at five hundred yuan. Gasps of astonishment rippled through the onlookers.

"Young master, I'll go prepare dinner for you. You go rest for a moment," Zi Ran said as naturally as ever, as if nothing had happened just now.

Issuing orders to the various generals to make their arrangements, Hua An knelt alone inside the tent, mentally revolving back and forth the loopholes in tonight's plan and various contingency responses.

After spending more than ten minutes picking up gold coins and equipment, Li Xiaoyao tallied the gold coins; there were still over sixty thousand left, and if the system didn't refresh some new ones, there would be close to a hundred thousand.

"Stop! I agree to your terms, but you must guarantee the safety of my son," Yang Wulin said.

Gao Chong's party passed through the valley and headed straight west without retracing their steps. After traveling for more than two hours, they reached the bank of the Yellow River. Following the river downstream for a while, they finally found a ferry crossing. From the ferry crossing to Xingqing City, it was only a little over eighty miles.

Unexpectedly, before noon had passed, Old Man Xie came to trouble Li Tianzhou, and he even confessed himself to having been ambushed. The actual situation was probably even more unsightly than speculated, making this an absolute, rare-to-see good show.

Apart from the phone call, Zhao Jing had also sent Chu Feng a text message, though she hadn't specified what the matter was. It just felt like her tone was extremely anxious as she asked Chu Feng where he was and so on.

However, both he and Li Tianzhou received a kick. "What are you yelling for? Behave yourselves!" The dark-faced soldier holding a rifle behind them was clearly also an idiot.

Before he could reach the door, the splitting headache struck him once more, and his footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, Meng Chen propped himself up. Tie Muyun had anticipated this, though it still gave Meng Long a start.

"Muyun! Stop!" Chen Feng roared suddenly, but Tie Muyun did not halt. The thunder blade swept through the void without pausing, looking as though it was about to slash right into the earth mouse, yet the latter remained completely unfazed.

Busy until nightfall, Li Tan's emotions had long since settled, and he began to seriously ponder the events ahead. He was not a man lacking responsibility; rather, he was extremely wary of that otherworldly monster within the youth's divine inner world. Merely an illusory projection had caused him to encounter consecutive crises—how terrifying would it be if the entity's true physical form appeared?

At this moment, Gude's eyes, which had been tightly shut due to pain, suddenly snapped open. The first thing he saw was the Hellish Underworld Demon Hound, and the expression on his face shifted into something bewildered and astonished.

"We're not going to the movies, why are you going?" Yufan smiled and patted Huangfu Rongruo's head.

He raised his head to look at the old man before him, his heart filled with unprecedented gratitude. If not for this person stepping in to help at the critical moment, how could he possibly possess such formidable power?

Lin Yichen sat sideways on the edge of the sofa and reached out to cup the back of Gao Jin's cervical spine. Gao Jin instantly felt a gentle force massaging his neck, a sensation so wonderfully comfortable as if he had been wearing a heavy necklace for ages and had suddenly taken it off, bringing a long-lost sense of relief.

"Have you finished discussing...?" At that moment, Liang Weidong walked in through the doorway, holding a tin pot in one hand and a bottle of Daohuaxiang liquor in the other.

Along this journey, Ximen Miexing, Xu Liushan, and four others—six in total—had advanced to Clan Elders, while some twenty individuals including Qin Feng, Wu Qingling, Huangfu Rongruo, and Sun Junyan had advanced to Grand Masters. However, not a single Clan Elder had advanced to a Clan Patriarch. Patriarchs were notoriously difficult to achieve, and this realm of deity-ascension was no exception.

At this moment, he also perceived the relationship between Yun Zhen and these people, realizing that he had found a fine companion this time and would not have to worry about going out for drinks and meat. He strode heavily into the shop, pounding relentlessly on the table and shouting endlessly.

Huo Ziguang had truly behaved recklessly last night, eventually even losing consciousness and falling backward to sleep right where he dropped.

"I'm sorry! It was me who lied to you. That strike wouldn't have actually broken my leg in the first place, but for some unknown reason, my heart stirred at that moment, and I wanted to crave a little more of your care, so I did it on purpose... Actually, I regretted it right then and there and kept trying to figure out a way to make it up to you." Yufan wore a guilt-ridden expression.

Upon reaching the cave entrance, Huo Ziguang sat atop the Great Snake King. Although the Great Snake King was heroic and extraordinary at this moment, it was using its own weakness to attack the enemy's strength! Relying purely on physical might to fight head-on against the Tauren left it with quite a few injuries. Meanwhile, Huo Ziguang sat on the Great Snake King's back, gripping Ye Yuanyuan tightly, his gaze fixed intently on the distant sky.

At the mere thought of the Fuxi Tribe—the matter that weighed most heavily on his mind now—Yi understood one truth: one had to face the trials destined for them. Calamities were things that could not be evaded; he had to confront them head-on. If he chose to run, even more terrifying consequences would likely ensue.

The fundamental hue of Yang Mucai's soul was nearly pure white transparency. Although faint wisps of black Qi slithered through it, they did not detract from the fact that he possessed a rare, internally pure soul. However, soul purity was not necessarily entirely a good thing.

One must realize that in the current Song Dynasty, the only Innate Peak masters known to the public were Cai Jing and Fang La of Jiangnan.

"Alright, the reminiscing is over, so let's consider our next steps!" Seeing that they had finished catching up, Ming Zhongxin directly shifted the topic.

"Secretary Qian, go back now and have Clerk Ma allocate a batch of funds and grain, and have Assistant Magistrate Zhang represent this county to go and comfort the brothers of the Dezhou Garrison!" Magistrate Liu instructed Secretary Qian.

Two feathered arrows were embedded between his chest and abdomen. The searing pain made him cry out involuntarily, yet his footsteps did not stop. Struggling forward for a few paces, he finally collapsed, unable to hold on any longer.

Yang Mucai walked forward without looking back once more, and thus failed to notice that after descending to the first floor, the elevator began rising floor by floor again.

Ever since Muxue entered, the chestnut-colored steed had stayed right by her side, showing no intention of leaving whatsoever.

For most students, this wasn't particularly bad news either. Internships were unrelated to the majority of students anyway; the number of recruits was extremely small—only twenty or thirty—and that was only because Shilin had pulled some strings.