Chapter 59: Containing Warmth

Had she remained silent, the audience would surely have torn her apart, accusing her of being overly dramatic and unforgiving.

Though their relationship looked somewhat peculiar, whenever they were waiting for their scenes, Su Ming would still tilt his umbrella slightly toward Yang Mi. When treating the crew to drinks and beverages, knowing she preferred no sugary drinks, he would specially feed her fruits instead.

This was no magical illusion, but something solid and real. Like the weak water of legend, it was truly made of water—not necessarily the best feeling in the world, but undeniably authentic.

Watching Zhuo Yunhuan rush in, Zhuo Yinyin calmly continued her conversation with Shi Hengyuan, pressing her for the reason behind her sudden return.

Jiang Wanlin's anger was on the verge of exploding. These blind and brainless bastards, were they ever going to let him examine a patient in peace?

Despite this, Yu Yousang still had no intention of taking action, because in her view, this particular method of repelling mosquitoes was entirely a case of inflicting a thousand losses on the enemy while suffering eight hundred oneself.

Even with the Spring Festival Gala dominating the vast majority of news headlines, quite a few online media outlets and marketing accounts remained intensely focused on the replies he had posted yesterday under some unknown provocation, meticulously compiling them screenshot by screenshot to publish on Weibo.

"What did you say!" the Raikage roared furiously, slamming a foot onto the table as if ready to attack at any moment.

The echo of his voice had barely faded when two Black Banner Guards carried in the half-dead Magistrate Wu. From the front, nothing seemed particularly amiss, but his back—especially the area around his buttocks—was a bloody, mangled mess of torn flesh and skin, blood dripping continuously despite the thick robes trying to stanch it.

She was likely afraid that Su Ming, as a newly rising traffic star, would have certain idol baggage to maintain, and she harbored some inexplicable worries of her own.

Back when he was in the orthopedic department, he had felt quite at ease, completely free from such a foul and murky atmosphere.

After all, having put on airs of sudden wealth for so many days and swaggering through the outer sect as they pleased, naturally no one dared to lecture them on such matters.

Jiang Wanting deeply detested that casual, nonchalant gaze, which felt precisely like a legal wife looking with pity upon a pathetic, defeated stray dog.

Once they returned to East Brilliant City, Lin Yuan would grant them freedom, scattering them across various regions of the Divine River Starfield to cultivate. The destiny of these one hundred living beings forged by Lin Yuan was entirely in their own hands, to be determined by their own fortune.

Seeing the Human Sovereign reaching out to grab them, Bai Feiyu let out a sigh, then soared into the sky, attempting to aid Xiao Tian and the other.

And then, once the matter was clarified, they would come back to him, claiming that they had realized their own mistakes back then, and similar nonsense.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that staying behind to protect the Fourth Princess was the most correct choice he had ever made in his life.

Yan Ning said nothing, nor did she offer any resistance. Perhaps she had long since lost the courage to resist. She had once been a proud princess, yet she could not avoid having her sharp edges slowly worn away.

Upon receiving this command, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment felt immense dissatisfaction. They were ordered to hide within the trenches, keeping their bodies entirely concealed while shooting blindly into the sky. Unwilling to waste ammunition, the soldiers were deeply reluctant to obey this directive.

The three of them did not dare to harbor the slightest bit of carelessness; one after another, they circulated their internal energy as Lin Yuan slowly stepped forward, leading them deeper into the depths.

Because the other party's older brother was busy rushing around conducting business day in and day out, they naturally never had the chance to meet. However, once Old Madam Qian paid a personal visit, Zheng Liuxiang naturally had no reason to keep avoiding her. Besides, she had time to spare either way, and learning a bit more about the latest developments in the Imperial Capital wouldn't hurt.

According to the knowledge imparted to him by the Saintly Ancestor Chi You, reaching the Four-Dimensional realm allowed one to open portals of time and space within their body, communicating with alien dimensions and drawing their energy entirely into oneself. Only upon reaching the Five-Dimensional realm could one forge a body of spacetime, where every spacetime cell formed the physical flesh, bestowing boundless and unimaginable might.

I stared at that white-faced, red-robed entity. The sensation it gave me was extraordinarily bizarre, utterly beyond my ability to describe precisely... Yet, if I had to approximate it with familiar words, that thing was essentially a "living creature" devoid of life.

Within this racecourse, it was not as though no Confucian scholars had launched desperate, voice-straining attacks, arguing that such things were merely ignorance designed to bewilder people, and that if this continued, rites and music would collapse, leading to the ruin of the nation.

Actually, given Lin Yuqian's status, money was merely an external possession. Even if she never worked a day in her life, she would never exhaust her wealth. However, the significance of this red envelope was vastly different; in full view of so many people, it represented a subtle elevation of her status.

Perhaps under such circumstances, her grandmother, father, mother, and even *that person* would gather around her with smiles. Yet those smiles would only come far into the future, and they would be smiling out of joy for her success, rather than the happiness of a family being together.

Xu Duoduo looked at Xia Chen with a rather strange expression, assuming he was worried that bringing the patient into his private ward without following standard hospital procedures might provoke gossip or criticism from the hospital staff.

This was a street nestled between towering buildings, stretching over a hundred meters and extending slowly inward, featuring more than six hundred windows that vanished completely the moment one rounded the corner.

Though the former remained perpetually suspicious, for the sake of his own survival, the World Lord of the Demon race clearly maintained a state of extreme caution. Take just a moment ago, for instance: even after heavily injuring Bingxin, the former had not relaxed his vigilance by even the slightest fraction.

Zheng屠江 (Zheng Tujian) was also witnessing such unbridled arrogance for the first time. He killed on a whim—just how practiced must one's hands be to execute eight consecutive murders so soundlessly that not the slightest trace of commotion was left behind?

A chilling wind and snow whipped up at the tranquil base of the mountain, and a solitary stone detached itself from the summit, tumbling down to strike the ground right beside their feet.

"Good, good, good..." Wiping the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, Huang Tian threw his head back and laughed like a madman, a look of absolute insanity flashing through his crimson eyes.