Chapter 63: Nothing But a Dog

"Yet... it should be true."

Wang Fugui looked somewhat absent-minded. "Though whether there's a whole room of them is uncertain. At least it confirms my suspicion: Lin Xinru's body probably can't be found."

Until the two finished dinner and lay in bed, Fu Yuan still felt a lingering sense of guilt.

Judging by Wang Fugui's expression, the matter had nothing to do with him.

Perhaps she shouldn't have doubted Wang Fugui back then.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the two lay on separate beds, side by side, facing each other.

Ma Xiaoli then burst into loud tears. No matter how Wang Baoyu tried to comfort her, he could not calm her down. It was impossible to tell how long she cried; perhaps the alcohol was taking effect, as Ma Xiaoli leaned against the car window and drifted off to sleep, completely unresponsive to any attempts to wake her.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Jin Guofeng was immediately greeted by a rich and somewhat pungent scent of burning incense. This was the place where he enshrined his parents and ancestors, and with the holiday today, he naturally had to come and speak with them.

As dawn approached, the chaos in the Jizhou camp finally subsided gradually. Jiang Qi, Han Meng, and Zhang He escorted a disheveled Chunyu Qiong to Yuan Shao's central military tent.

The camera followed a firefly spaceship as it pursued and engaged in combat among the peaks. Thick smoke billowed from the mountains of New Shanxi, and the loess deserts at the base of the peaks were littered with wreckage, as Raiders, the Covenant, and the Separatists jointly enacted a tragic scene.

"...My Empire must have a 'zero tolerance' policy toward these creatures. Once we reconquer the galaxy in the future, all believers must be exterminated!" Qin Huang said coldly.

Li Ru let out a breath and said, "Fortunately, General Xu Rong was decisive and disregarded the gain or loss of a single city or territory. He quickly transferred the Qiang and Hu soldiers guarding the various commanderies of Liangzhou to Hanzhong, and then led his main army to retreat and defend the eastern bank of Jiangshui. Defending firmly across the river, the Butcher Ma saw that his cunning scheme was unlikely to succeed, and only then did he lead the rebellious Qiang forces back to the Hetao in disgrace."

"Stinky Baoyu, you deserve it!" Tian Ying said gloatingly, taking a few steps forward to grab Wang Baoyu's heavy military coat. At that exact moment, Wang Baoyu swept his leg horizontally, heavily tripping Tian Ying onto the hillside.

Looking at the drawing on the bedsheet, Wang Baoyu's stomach ached with laughter. It turned out that Li Keren had used the pigment shape left by his buttocks right where he had sat down, painting a large butterfly. The two symmetrical wings and the spots formed by the mixed pigments looked entirely natural, appearing remarkably lifelike when viewed.

Taeyeon gazed at the car appearing downstairs, hoping to catch a glimpse of that long-missed figure. Regrettably, the person still did not get out to come inside, but instead drove directly away.

Though he had been away for merely a little over a month, he had already completed the "grassroots" work experience demanded by his father, and starting today, he would officially take over the management rights of the Samsung Group.

The photographer was highly professional, adjusting the lighting and angles in no time, and signaled that photography could begin.

However, Du He gave him no opportunity to draw his dagger. Knowing that the other party had already discovered him, Du He leaped forward and delivered a downward palm strike with the advantage of a prepared mind over an unprepared one, rendering the samurai unconscious.

The next moment, however, a massive carriage was seen cutting horizontally through the void, like a comet striking the moon or a white rainbow piercing the sun.

Turning his head, Shen Ping saw Yang Mi wearing a headdress with Bai ethnic characteristics, looking at him with a blooming smile.

Was a 5-million-follower V.I.P. on Weibo a joke? The blueprint for the helmet was already placed on my desk.

Tyrant looked up and down at Erhu; his lower body was weak, but his upper body was simply unbeatable, with arms almost as thick as his own waist.

Accompanied by a Bubble attack, the Empoleon executed a high-difficulty spin, appearing exceedingly graceful.

Hearing Shen Ping say this, Liu Tao's gaze toward him shifted somewhat into that of a devoted fan. Having followed Shen Ping for four or five years, in Liu Tao's eyes, Shen Ping was at his most magnetic precisely at moments like this.

Perhaps accustomed to the reality of being untethered in the mortal world, upon suddenly hearing that there were still living relatives sharing this land, the abrupt shock made it difficult for the old man—who had lived through the Qing, Yuan, and Republican eras and spent half his life in prison—to easily accept it.