Chapter 19: Gentle Warmth

Jiang Yan pushed the door open, only to be met with a ghostly blue glow that washed over his face.

He said nothing more; at the end of the day, this was his own business, and Lu Yuan did not want to trouble Zhao Zhendong further over it.

The fans of Suisui and Misi felt that something was off, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it, so they had no choice but to let Song Jiaojiao's fans take the lead.

Although the Sheraton was a five-star hotel, for a playboy like Lu Yiming, it was still beneath his standards.

These two were a formidable combat force, and both were experienced, seasoned hunters—unlike newcomers such as Xue Manlou.

As the two sides collided, a soft thud echoed; the Rock Giant’s legs were instantly forced into the ground, completely unable to resist Chen Shouzhuo’s overwhelming momentum.

Liu Qi’s explosive temper was about to flare, but he was hurriedly pulled away by Xia Minghui and Gao Zhiyuan. They knew well that clashing with the instructor during military training would lead to a disastrous outcome, and this was only the first day—there were still twenty more to go. If the instructor wanted to deal with them, he had plenty of ways to do so.

When Li Jiayan spoke again, the playful look on her face had vanished, replaced by an expression of extreme seriousness.

Now that the Lu Group had extended an olive branch, it served as the final lifeline for NTT.

The computing power of the *Hope* was far superior to the watch and mobile phone Wei Zijie was currently using.

Just as he hesitated, two thunderous bangs rang out, causing a stir in the government forces' formation. In the blink of an eye, two warships tilted and capsized, sinking into the river with a series of bubbling sounds.

Feeling this aura, Moss’s face turned deathly pale; he realized how ridiculous his earlier words had been.

Xiao Qiang pushed the Purple Cloud Disk within his body to its limit, converting vast amounts of spiritual energy into the poison of the Purple Cloud Disk. It spread rapidly, radiating outward from his body as the center, silently engulfing all the charging guards.

Master Chong let out a hearty laugh and pointed into the distance. "Look, it’s right there." The group looked up to see green tiles and flying eaves peeking through the flowers and trees.

The snow-smoke drifted briefly before suddenly shifting south. A violent gust of wind swept in from the north, whipping up a pillar of snow dust that reached the sky.

Even Xiao Qiang and his party couldn't help but marvel at the peerless ease of this sect. It seemed that, indeed, no one in the world could compare to them.

"Just walk straight in, but remember to take your token first," Frank said, picking up his own pendant from the ground before reaching out to push the silver door handle and stepping inside.

The bright red charcoal fire made Xu Ruoqing’s face glow with warmth. The temperature in the room was high, even more comfortable than air conditioning.

Not to mention the later departure from Flower Village, he had even found her a new father who was entirely devoted to her.

Zhao Yan felt a surge of joy internally. He didn't care whether Dero would send people to protect him; what he wanted to know was that after the magic circle was shielded, while those inside could leave, could those from the outside get in?

"It’s you—pfft!" Tianlai Ya suddenly looked at Shen Feng with a pleasant surprise, then, thinking of something else, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, leaving Shen Feng completely bewildered.

Rewards were meant to be accepted, so Lan Xi knelt to express her gratitude. Though it should have been a joyous occasion, she felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart, and for some reason, a few lines came to mind: "When the cunning rabbit is dead, the hounds are boiled; when the birds are gone, the bow is put away."

Upon learning of the matter, Jing Tong was filled with fury. From that day on, he left the Jing family and cut all ties with everyone except Jing Lan.

Sengoku, wearing his signature seagull hat, stood beside Ace, holding a Den Den Mushi in his hand.

As soon as the jade bottle was opened, a delicate fragrance quickly wafted out, soon filling the entire peak. Even the nearby flowers and plants began to flourish immediately, a testament to its miraculous efficacy.

Lan Xi’s face brightened. She had expected to delay for several more days and feared that if too much time passed, Consort Wang would be even more furious.

One thought can lead to Buddhahood, and another to becoming a demon; isn't Jin Se now the perfect embodiment of this? Sigh, the ways of the world are far too fickle; they are not things anyone can control.

Han Yan seemed not to see Gu Li enter, nor did she hear his question, as she sat to the side, drinking tea in silence.

Che Rengui was the deputy director of the District Revolutionary Committee. To secure his position, he had proactively handed over the schoolhouse property to the District Housing Management Bureau—as a deputy director, it was certainly inappropriate for his family to hold so much private property.

The third photograph showed a hotel restaurant, where the ceiling’s central air conditioning vent was sprouting the lower half of a human body—a bizarre and unsettling sight. The air conditioning unit itself had been installed quite sturdily.

The West Mountain was situated within a sea valley, filled with swamps and toxic miasma. The foot of the mountain was home to not only terrestrial creatures but also amphibians. Even worse, one might encounter fierce beasts from the ocean floor. It was likely that one would exhaust a great deal of energy just at the base of the mountain, while also enduring the pressure of time and the toll on the spirit.

Now that the call had ended, only Xu Meng and Xu Yu remained quiet, while Zhao Xiaohui chirped on, asking about the content of the conversation.

In her view, once a child was born, everything about them—even their privacy—was a mere accessory to her. Everything the child possessed should be her own, including their money, all their earnings, and their honor.

It could be considered a return for Jun Zilei’s silent care and his years of searching for her.

Mu Qianxia let out a long sigh of relief, sweeping away the gloom that had lingered in her heart. She walked to the doorway, bypassed the standing screen, and opened the door. A vast expanse of spring scenery rushed in to meet her; the fresh, tender green caught her eyes, and the gentle, clear sunlight instantly illuminated the dark corners of her heart, purging the stifling air. Mu Qianxia felt a profound sense of ease.