Chapter 6: Even More Miserable

When she awoke, Zhou Yang was once more seated on the sofa, occupied with something she couldn’t discern.

After staying in their old home in Haining for a full three months, the old lady finally parted from everyone in the Fang household and set off for the capital.

He took the initiative, stepping straight into the area closest to his own belongings. The first thing he felt was a wave of warmth that assaulted his senses—a heat so intense that, had his senses not been dulled by the chill winds of wandering, he would have noticed it immediately. That was the state of things now.

Lan Rong’s plans had been completely derailed. She was forced to seek a new course; Liang Haotian was of no further use to her.

What a turn of events—today she’d just learned she’d been swindled out of her money, and upon returning to her dorm, she was bullied by her roommate in this fashion.

Ye Feng, scrutinizing Lü Yi closely as he approached, instantly detected that something was off about the man.

As she spoke, her hands didn’t pause for a moment. She started the car and headed toward the kindergarten.

Seeing that Qin Xuan hadn’t noticed Li Hao’s movements, He Xier couldn’t help but shout, but it seemed it was already too late.

Liang Yiyi spat fiercely to the side, calming herself inwardly as she spoke. She had recorded every word Sun Guo had just said—if Sun Guo ever dared threaten her again, she would report her to the police without hesitation.

When Yuanbao finally clawed his way out of the snow, he saw that the previously white, translucent gas had transformed into a dazzling array of colorful firefly-like lights, radiating a faint but intense glow—brilliant and mesmerizing.

Within Crimson Blade, the internal affairs had become overwhelming lately due to preparations for the National Day parade. Most personnel were assigned to monitor developments in Hong Kong, so the parade rehearsals were almost entirely overseen by Qu Xiangtian himself.

Frigid air pierced through his pores into his body, and for a moment, it felt as if his blood had frozen from the sudden chill.

At that moment, far away—over a hundred miles—Luo Feng suddenly shuddered, a searing pain spreading from his heart through his organs, coursing through every pore of his body. Tears streamed from his eyes; he couldn’t tell if they sprang from pain or sorrow.

He put away Yun Cheng’an’s ring and that purple-gold card, a faintly satisfied smile appearing on the boy’s face. He set Yun Xin’s body down, propping it gently against the trunk of a tree.

Especially in the early hours of the morning, his nerves already frayed by the day’s events, the smooth and soft sensation beneath his hand made him shamefully aroused. If he’d been wearing jeans, perhaps he could have hidden it, but in his soft suit trousers, the bulge was obvious, pressing against Zhang Yuhan’s thigh.

“Refuse to hand it over? Heh…” A sneer flickered across the young disciple’s face as he prepared to act, but the man with the sword-like brows stretched out a hand, halting him—a silent signal not to be rash.

“Really? Then let’s have a kiss first—I’ll collect a little interest,” Lin Chen grinned wickedly, leaning closer to Liao Bing’er.

Bai Yuqing kept firing golden-feathered arrows at the Wolf Madman, but all he had to do was shift his Heart-Guard Mirror this way and that, effortlessly deflecting every shot. Infuriated, Bai Yuqing shot even more furiously, his arrows flying faster and faster.

Seeing Nong Liu bound and gagged, trembling violently, Mo Wanli couldn’t help but laugh. Had she not been so clever for her own good, she wouldn’t have ended up in this predicament.

They had already learned that the new commander was anything but ordinary—perhaps a hidden expert from Bright Moon Holy Island. It was necessary to show cooperation and accord the proper respect.

Once the gate soldiers received their bribe, their demeanor changed completely—some didn’t even bother with a salute, simply waving people through.

From over a dozen desert stone lizards, they obtained three complete lizard skins, six pieces of lizard bone, and even a blue wristguard for warriors.

“Lock the two of them in the Black Prison and keep a close watch!” Nan Tianyun ordered his followers. “I’ll be busy cultivating these next few days. Once I break through to the Emperor Martial Realm, I’ll interrogate them myself!”

“What’s going on here?” The doctor was utterly shocked. In all his years, he’d never encountered such a situation. This was, after all, the Federation’s top research facility, with the strictest security—never before had there been an attack.

Song Ziyang nodded, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile. He wondered how Kaiyang planned to conceal his identity as Knife Tassel, but from the look of him, he seemed perfectly confident. That was why Song Ziyang hadn’t asked, though his curiosity was piqued.

But that didn’t mean he would let Kirkwood off. With the fate of humanity at stake, he had no choice but to go all out, eliminating any potential threats. Any unpredictable variable could spell doom for mankind.

“I’ve never seen such a heartless man! Watching us get bullied and you don’t even step in—are you even a man?” Deng Mengxin grumbled, knowing full well he’d spout nonsense if she let him speak.

There was no reason—just a strange, almost absurd intuition. But remembering that this man had not only slain Fang Xiong and his traitorous followers, but had also killed the leader of the Eastern Prosperity Society in a feat still hard to believe, he was convinced his gut was right.