Chapter Forty-One: Contact
Hongxing had been anesthetized and was already asleep; Lu Yalan only entered once the medical staff had finished tending to her wounds. She stood by the bedside for a long time, taking in Hongxing’s pale face and cracked lips—images seared into her heart, serving as another reminder not to push herself beyond her limits, that everything must be done in moderation.
Perhaps it was because her mother was an exceptional woman, and her father was the pride of the Lu family—even though Lu Yalan, shaped by her childhood experiences, had grown timid and eager to please others, that innate pride still lay deep within her bones, waiting for the right moment to surge forth and fill her limbs, fortifying her spine.
Zhao Dingsheng’s withdrawal from the engagement had indeed left a shadow on Lu Yalan. It wasn’t nostalgia for the feelings themselves; marrying Zhao Dingsheng had been impossible for her in the past.
She asked Kongkong for an ordinary stove, and with a snap of her fingers, the fire spirit leapt out and stood beneath it to heat things up.
After the New Year, it would be time to plant chili peppers and soybeans. Since greenhouse production technology hadn’t yet been introduced, they had to rely on the changing seasons for raw materials, so the Wu family needed to hurry and seize every opportunity.
The crossbow bolts, capable of easily piercing the heavy armor of the Guishuang soldiers, flew from the walls; outside, the soldiers’ large shields were punctured as if made of paper, and in a single volley, nearly twenty men in the front ranks were struck down.
Long before befriending Liu Yifei, he had become addicted to gaming and squandered his living expenses, forcing him to take a desperate risk after a day of hunger. His heart pounding, he committed his first act in fear and trembling.
During the eleven-day holiday, Zhang Dongming spent two days back in Beishan Township. Gong Liguo and Sun Shufen were both doing well, and for him, that was the greatest reassurance.
A batch of volunteers was transferred from Jinyuan Town back to Dream City, and simultaneously, Dream City and its surrounding towns were selecting new soldiers to report to Zang Ba. Barracks were being mobilized and reorganized for training, but fortunately, Dream City’s star disk greatly reduced the time needed for the troops to advance.
Since Chef Wu was Yang Guiping’s political achievement in Xiangshui, now that it had come to Changshi, Yi Hongjiang also hoped to share some of the glory.
“Excuse me, who are you?” asked Jie Geng with a smile. The two weren’t acquainted, and Jie Geng couldn’t guess the visitor’s purpose.
Zhang Dongming didn’t mind; he’d already collected almost everything that needed to be gathered, and now he was just picking up the rest as it came. When the lease expired, he’d simply stop collecting.
He hadn’t expected that in less than a month, the decision he’d made would yield results. No matter what, after so many years of acquaintance, since Ye Qingli had entrusted Yun Mo to him, he would do his utmost to keep her safe.
A pair of phantom eyes expanded infinitely from deep within the Daoist temple, overlooking the entire capital and taking in every detail.
The white flower sensed a threat and immediately transformed into a serpentine white light, engaging the dragon child in battle. Despite facing a skyborne-level opponent, the dragon child was not at a disadvantage; in fact, he seemed to be pressing the light python back.
Around her, a faint magical aura shimmered, flowing bit by bit into Naidona’s body.
Wow! Living with a sage! If I could observe the sage’s cultivation and gain some insight, wouldn’t that be wonderful!
Lin Xuan said, “Actually, I’m not afraid.” Then he discovered he’d been made an administrator… So now I’m someone with a green hat too.
The Golden Horned Boy looked peculiar; upon learning that Xia Qi intended to negotiate with a grand master of consummate creation, he couldn’t help but be astonished.
As long as Milan didn’t let Manchester United score, and then he scored two goals himself, they could turn the game around and enter the Champions League final.
Lota felt a sharp pain shoot through his waist; he immediately dropped the broken frying pan and rolled on the ground, clutching his wound in agony.
As a Heavenly Lord, aided by some calculations, he understood the truth of the matter perfectly.
“Since I’ve signed a blood pact with you, I’ll trust you this once. They are innocent,” Chu Hui decided to believe Zhang Mu.
She had confidence in herself; her sharp tongue honed over the years could hold its own against anyone, biting hard enough to leave bloody marks.
Mu Gen’s gaze grew strange at that moment, as if he still couldn’t quite believe his grandfather had really uttered the phrase “fight poison with poison.”
Even a fraction of this power seeping into the Sea of Realms allowed this being to comprehend the cultivation methods of the Perfect World.