Chapter 32: A Standing Embrace

As Wang Cuiying fainted, Qin Quan'an also took a heavy fall, leaving him disoriented. After a moment of recovery, he slowly stood up and saw his mother lying there with her eyes tightly shut. In such freezing weather, Wang Cuiying was soaked to the bone; if she were to remain in these conditions any longer, she could succumb to hypothermia. A dark impulse flickered in Qin Quan'an’s mind—he wanted to leave her lying right where she was—but after a brief hesitation, he rose and hoisted her onto his back. He could not fathom how the bicycle, which had been perfectly fine, had suddenly fallen to pieces.

Liu Ci remained in a state of agitation. His eyes were fixed solely on this legendary immortal power, and he was deaf to anything the village head was saying. By the way, Sheng Feiyan’s birthday banquet today would feature a mysterious master of the occult who had been trending in recent years.

The "three rounds and one chime" standard of dowry was something only the affluent in the city concerned themselves with. Having been married in two lifetimes, Lin Chuxia had never even considered it.

Well, fine. Now the whole world knew the tragic tale of his life: he had spent a million words helping his apprentice write a novel, only for it to be rejected in the end.

He meticulously prepared three delicious dishes: tomato with scrambled eggs, shredded potatoes in hot and sour sauce, and mapo tofu.

As Xu Yin spoke, he met the Emperor’s eldest son’s eyes, which were filled with fury. He immediately lost his voice, shrinking his neck like a frightened quail, and retreated obediently with his head bowed.

Although this area was not very large, it was the essential gateway to the Inner Plains and the furthest reaches of the Yanghui Tribe. Whoever controlled this place held all the leverage.

The boatman sat at the bow, silently gazing into the distance. As if remembering something, he reached into the box beneath his seat and took out a completed sweater to wear.

It would not be so easy to get away with what belonged to Su Chen. Since he had moved in, Su Chen would make sure he paid a heavy price to get out.

The strange thing was that even after returning to their own factions, they rarely experienced such a feeling.

"You old wretch, how dare you get ahead of me!" Mu Miaomiao scoffed. With that, she transformed into a streak of light and rushed in. Bai Xiyu gripped his Guiyun Bifeng fan, shattered the light barrier with a single swing, and followed her into the fray.

At the critical moment, Yang Yunhan finally ceased holding back. He shifted his stance, turned his hands into blades, and unleashed the Earth-Bearing Style of the Dragon Armor Divine Art. He carved squares with his hands, pursuing absolute perfection. This ultimate square felt like the silent earth itself—composed and still.

It could be said that Liu Yunqing had no hope of escaping his grasp, so why be in such a rush?

Zakun and Zasa approached unhurriedly. From the contemptuous looks in their eyes, it was clear that they did not regard Liu Xinghao as a worthy opponent.

Yao Junli had crossed paths with Wang Youcai before; besides, he was Wang Youdao’s younger brother, so she recognized him.

More than a dozen firefighters had ascended to the twenty-eighth floor. They were all exceptionally skilled and possessed a high level of professional awareness.

Once the Underground World Alliance and the Morgan family investigated their identities, the final outcome would inevitably be total destruction.

On the fourth day, the wind ceased. The entire city became a silver world, and even the great river of Jiangzhou, which had never frozen before, was turned into a massive block of ice.

Seeing the Emperor so shaken by the Imperial Grandson’s army breaching the Great Wall that he considered abdicating, Yang Sichang urged, "Your Majesty, please issue an edict for the provincial armies to march on the capital to defend the throne." Even he felt the plan was far-fetched; there were no armies left in the provinces to answer the call. The forces from Shanxi and Huguang had been deployed to the front lines at Tong Pass, and the troops from Nanjing and Shandong were too far away to provide immediate relief.

However, the situation had progressed too far. Even if Elder Yan wanted to go back on his word, it was likely too late. Moreover, given how long it had dragged on, someone as clever as Xiao Ding would surely have ensured that the other experts of the Xiao family were already on their way.

She shook her head and silently returned to her room. She had been feeling strange lately. Why couldn’t she control herself? She felt unusually depressed, viewing every single thing through the lens of the worst possible outcome.