Chapter 71: Big Black

Even though she had long known he might be safe, tears still welled up in her eyes just now outside. How vexing!

Su Tang raised her hand to brush them away.

“Don’t, I really am hurt,” Lu Jingyuan said.

What?

Su Tang quickly pulled back.

Beneath the thin quilt, the side of Lu Jingyuan’s chest was wrapped in bandages, faintly stained with blood.

Was it because she pressed down earlier?

A flicker passed through Su Tang’s eyes.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

He was an orphan, taken in by the Sword Sect and raised in the Vast Sword Realm, yet he could never sever this bond entirely.

In terms of combat power, the Blackwater Serpent was not among the top magical beasts, but its innate poison was a presence to be greatly feared.

“How annoying,” Elizabeth thought to herself, “he clearly just wants to tease me and is making excuses.” Yet the feeling was sweet—she had truly conquered Lu Yu, the man she longed for day and night, who was so fascinated by her body.

“Wait for me, I’ll return as soon as I can.” Lei Yu felt a pang of melancholy, the heart of a wanderer inevitably tinged with loneliness.

Ding Jingxi watched silently, saying nothing. His shoulders rose and fell slightly, his breathing deepened, showing his inner turmoil.

Even though Liu Yi had mastered the Shadowless Finger technique to its pinnacle, even though this skill was of the highest rank and Liu Yi had unleashed the Violent Blood Technique to greatly enhance his power, and even though Liu Yi’s attack caught him completely off guard—

Qin Yufei’s heart bore his mark; she was so overwhelmed she felt numb, her head buzzing, the world before her blurring for a moment.

Today, everyone saw how Lao Jiu performed. His mindset clearly collapsed facing the new equipment. If this continued, even with familiar peripherals returning, regaining his composure and state would not be so simple.

Zhang Tianyang’s first choice was General Cha of the military logistics department—seemingly unrelated to these affairs. Once a formidable subordinate of the old Zhang patriarch, now the all-powerful figure in logistics.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Nangong Aotian, the eldest son, was put on display—how could this not shock and amuse everyone? Thus, the head of the Nangong family had no choice but to retreat hastily, defeated utterly, handing the championship away.

According to Fu Tianze’s instructions, Mo Ran was not allowed to knock just now. Lu Rong worked in the villa, and no one was permitted near the second floor during working hours.

Wei Yingzhi finally couldn’t help but ask, “Your song seems to be a blend of folk and pop, right?” It felt unbelievable—this music was certainly not operatic, yet it didn’t quite fit pure folk or pop either. It was a curious hybrid, like an experimental new genre.

Xue Lan tilted her head back, and so did the middle-aged man. The sky was clear and cloudless, showing no sign of thunder.

Pan Caifu was immediately stirred. Due to the Soviet economic crisis, the steel industry had become quite depressed. Major steel consumers like construction and military industries had sharply reduced demand, while the global steel market was saturated, leaving few opportunities for large exports.

Yet the very next morning, Chen Feng, who had been unconscious, slowly opened his eyes.

The young man in black stood firm, his robes rustling crisply. He was immovable as a mountain, radiating a golden glow, his body like forged divine metal, unshakable.

Summoning a breath of true energy, he forced his speed higher, chasing after Zhan Bin, heading toward Dou Dou.

“No, how could she have informed me? I didn’t see a trace of sorrow on her face. After learning my father was already dead, she contacted the funeral home directly. If the butler had called me any later, I wouldn’t have even seen my father one last time,” Su Wanqi said coldly through gritted teeth.