Chapter 17: Containing Warmth

Both parties understood each other’s unspoken thoughts, and by mutual silent agreement, they avoided those questions—this was the best way to handle the situation. Her world shut everyone else out, and only in the presence of Chu Hui did she show a glimmer of sincerity and tenderness.

To mind one's own business is the rule for living, and it is no different in the path of cultivation; this is the proper attitude for a cultivator. As long as disaster does not befall one's own head, what difference does good or evil make?

However, no sooner had the old man finished speaking than a figure suddenly appeared beside him, a sight that startled him greatly.

When Shen Liangzhi arrived home, An Zaizai was already squatting at the door. Seeing Shen Liangzhi wearing a mask, she grew anxious.

The massive body of the first-tier mutant zombie flew backward, its head striking the rubble in the ruins, where it twitched twice before falling still.

Xiao Ningning’s chest heaved violently; she felt she could not bear to remain in the same room as Song Qingyou.

He could only watch as she soared ever higher, left to sigh at the sight of her retreating back. All he could do was remain where he was, content to gaze up at her shadow.

Xiao Qingyi turned to look in the mirror. She froze at the sight of the haggard reflection, her hands brushing her face as if she could not believe the person staring back was herself.

Inside the air-raid shelter, the command of an awakened one was an imperial decree; to defy it was to face consequences far more severe than those for treason.

I reached out to stop her, but realized my strength was no match for hers. My heartbeat quickened, and my blood felt as if it were boiling; had it not been for the restraint of my veins, it might have already erupted from every opening.

The crowd was stunned. Anyone daring to interrupt the ceremony at such a moment must be extraordinary. One had to realize that nearly all the experts of the Huacheng Kingdom were gathered here; to run wild in this place was to invite a thunderous strike.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that neither the wedding procession nor the funeral cortege consisted of human beings. The wedding lacked joy, and their faces held no smiles. The funeral lacked sorrow, and there was no sound of weeping. Could these truly be a normal wedding and funeral?

"No, it’s really delicious," Gao Haotian said earnestly. In truth, what he wanted to say was that as long as you made it, I would love it.

Following the loud shout of Martial Saint Liluo, two rays of light rose into the sky behind Jia Diefei and Daofeng. It turned out that the sword on Jia Diefei’s back was the Juque Sword, one of the Six Great Divine Swords, while behind Daofeng was the Bakong Sword. Simultaneously, two beast roars shook the heavens and earth as two massive mythical creatures appeared out of thin air.

Jiang Dongyang followed silently behind her, his mind filled with countless questions, yet he knew not if he should ask them, or how.

Things were going quite well; at the very least, the plot had not deviated too much, and one could even say it was better than the original story.

Setting aside the pursuit of the martial path and his own grand vision, unifying all the nations of the planet Tu Chen was by no means a task to be accomplished overnight. What Du Qianjie wanted was true unification, not a superficial fusion where parties remained divided at heart. The process might be long, but he was determined to try.

"Has the jammer been activated?" Upon hearing this, despite the disappointment in his heart, Zong Fang still felt the need to ask.

Lin Yinan’s expression stiffened instantly. He looked at Zhong Yue with concern, truly worried for his brother-in-law.

His internal energy was waning. In this moment of crisis, Fang Mu gritted his teeth and pulled the wooden stopper from the bottle, catching a whiff of a strange fragrance.

Lin Yun’s strength was now extraordinary, and the Black Saint was clearly trying to bring him into the fold. No matter how strong one man was, he could not be like the old freak Feng Mo, a seventh-level Dao Origin expert capable of suppressing the entire Heavenly Demon Palace single-handedly; if not for the fact that his lifespan was nearing its end, the Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace would never have been wounded by him.

The stone table and the other stone stools nearby had broken and collapsed to the ground, covered in moss.

Against this backdrop, Su Xinyi watched him holding a bundle of roses. The arrangement was not particularly graceful, yet it exuded a raw, wild beauty.

Moreover, he must have believed that as long as Su Xinyi was dead, there would be no evidence left, and Qin Qiannan would no longer suspect the truth about the child.

An Ning rarely spoke to her either. Throughout the journey, the two had exchanged fewer than three sentences, and even those were only An Ning telling her when she could stop resting and continue practicing with an iron sword after swinging a wooden one six hundred times.

Added to that was the fool Colonel Zhang; if another zombie horde were to strike, he would surely retreat behind the front lines again.

By now, the ground beneath Black Iron was soaked in blood, making it difficult for him to even stand, let alone duel with Xiao Yi, who was at the Pseudo-Dragon Realm.

In a major economic hub like Jiangzhou, there were always some unsavory things hidden beneath the surface of its many enterprises.

Especially when seeing a figure he never imagined would come, Su Xiu’s expression became inexplicably strange.

Listening to the words of those around her, Su Jin felt a bit embarrassed, and her face flushed involuntarily.

"You will not have a good end! Every councilor who caused my father’s death must die!" Near to sobbing, Niceville let her tears fall slowly.

When facing a controller of ultimate flames who can inflict damage on an Immortal, you have to ask yourself: are you afraid?

Haibara shook her head and said to Kazama, "You go ahead and watch; I won’t be going." With that, she turned to walk toward her room.

The Buddha said: When a lost person is confused, suddenly a person who understands the direction points it out to him, causing him to become enlightened. Purna, what does this mean?

Skill 2: Rage LV3: When control effects are dispelled or disappear at the end of a turn, increase self-speed by 40%. There is a chance that when the action bar reaches oneself, the status of "Beast in a Cage" is gained, lasting for one turn.

"We are in Carriage No. 6, right?" Mitsuhiko was very worried about the fire alarm mentioned on the broadcast.