Chapter 36: Reconciled as Before

When Shen Ruoxi fainted, her maids did not dare to bring her to Tongxin Pavilion, so they carried her into the nearest room in the main courtyard. When Mu Yi rushed back, what he saw was Shen Ruoxi lying on the bed, pale as paper and lifeless. She had lost consciousness, and a physician was attending to her, though the outcome remained uncertain. "I told you to guard her well; how exactly are you doing your jobs?"

Although the explosion had destroyed the bank cards he carried, the cash he had on his person was enough to buy a ticket to the designated extraction point. Last night, he had held her and rambled on all night long; for someone who was usually so reticent, he had said an astonishing amount. Yet, when he thought of how she was only seventeen, with countless beautiful things in the world waiting for her to experience, he suppressed his reluctance and chose to let her endure this temporary pain in exchange for long-term peace. Before he even entered, he could hear Yueyue chattering away; she sounded quite cheerful, completely unaware of the situation downstairs. He called her name, enunciating each syllable heavily, as if it took great effort to speak it, or perhaps as if he wanted to devour her alive.

However, he did not know that Bi Yuntao’s body had already reached the level of a Half-Saint Physique; let alone playing the zither, he could crush mountains and shatter stones without the slightest difficulty. Otherwise, once a cultivator resisted, they could not be pulled into an inner world, and it might even cause a backlash. With the protection of these soldiers, Sidney immediately felt his confidence surge. He waved his hand, and the soldiers, gripping their swords, looked toward the crowd in unison. As the king continued to turn and flee, these soldiers also raised their swords and charged forward. By then, the production of intelligent drones would increase significantly, and Chen Mo would begin to build his intelligent logistics network worldwide. She had just finished breakfast and was not hungry; for the first time in four years, she felt no hunger. When the delicious food entered her stomach, the sensation was so comfortable that Tanya wondered if she were still dreaming. He knew that talking to Leng Hecheng was useless; only by talking to Lin Wan’er would there be a chance, as Leng Hecheng would listen to whatever Lin Wan’er said. "Hui... are you alright?" Ling Han brushed aside his previous lazy demeanor, straightened up, walked over to Hui, and looked at him in a flustered state. At this moment, the entrenching tools on the soldiers' backs proved their immense value, clearing away the vines and brush that blocked their path with ease. Neither spoke for a long time; Nan Huangyu stared at the glass in his hand, his expression extremely focused and elegant as he gently swirled it, maintaining the same motion for a long while. The voice was shrill; listening to it now, it was quite different from Ye Tian’s, yet it was truly vivid—even the emotions within it were mimicked, far superior to a common parrot.

Determining the identity of the unknown individual and whether it related to their mission was something they had to clarify. Yi Qianyin lay back down on the deck’s lounge chair, hands behind her head, eyes half-closed as she basked in the sun. Indeed, hearing what the system said, the old man was certain that the country would be able to gather everything in just a few weeks. "Didn’t Master Bu just compose a new poem the night before last? What’s this? Is Lady Qingshan going to play a melody today?" Li Da asked, puzzled. At the time, they were discussing the popularity of the four Yi sisters, and the second sister, Yi Le, had a lower vote rate in university than the eldest, Yi Xinya. Adding Tang Jie to the mix—could they truly succeed in exterminating the Blood Cloud Bandits? Sun Tielong had no confidence in his heart. Qi Wuji’s gaze lingered on Yan Yan across the arena for a moment longer before he reluctantly looked away. In a magnificent villa in the heart of the capital of R-Country, a man wearing a black mask radiated a bone-chilling, ghostly hatred, while another, Black Qing’er, sat on a single sofa and waved a hand at her subordinates.