Volume One, Chapter 103: The Pain of Past and Present Lives

"I remember that after I died, it was you who took me away. No one else cared about my body; only you brought me back and buried me properly. You even turned gray overnight after seeing my death. Back then, I didn't understand why you were so heartbroken, why your grief was so deep."

Su Yinghe handled matters as delicately as he was himself, laying out everything he could think of. But I truly didn’t know what to do. If rumors and slander kept harming me, should I try to silence every single one of them? I wasn’t nearly capable enough for that.

Taking a deep breath, Hua Xuanji shuffled step by step closer to the prophet’s coffin, pressed her palms together, and said a few words asking for pardon.

Hei Chenzi was there too, full of emotion, embracing several of his guards and offering congratulations. He went over to Old Lady She and Marshal Mu, saluted them with clasped fists, and again discussed the arrangements they’d settled on with Old Lady She, Marshal Mu, Yang Wulang, and Hu Yan Biqiu.

Huo Yi’s voice was soft, his warm breath brushing my forehead. I wanted to respond, my lips parted, but I utterly succumbed to sleep.

I moved my mouth, feeling something was off. Why bother with an investigation? Just go directly to the company.

Now, Wang Nuo finally had some confidence, at least. He couldn’t claim to have caught up, but at the very least, his attitude toward money was starting to align with Tao Xiu’s.

I’ve always believed that every burden will become a gift, and the suffering we endure will one day light the path through confusion.

Gu Jiujou was stunned by his sudden shout and indeed stopped moving. “Then get up! Get out!” she said, shoving him.

After Meng Xinnian finished washing up and went to the kitchen, she saw the man skillfully making breakfast.

“What do you want? I’m busy.” Wang Tingting impatiently brushed Chen Tang’s hand away and prepared to return to the lab to keep working on her pile of parts.

"Awake?" A teasing voice came from above; Lin Miao recognized Dr. Zhao immediately.

The moment the enemy charged, Yang Qian had already pulled Ji Jingxi backward at speed, while the others surged forward, blocking the overwhelming, murderous onslaught from reaching them.

No one answered, and the atmosphere grew even more awkward. Zhao Zheng wanted to change the subject to ease the tension, but as he was about to speak, he found all ten had already fallen asleep against the crumbling wall. Zhao Zheng wasn’t angry; he knew these people had followed him on empty stomachs, which was already precious enough.

This demonic fetus could not be touched, nor could even a trace of hostility be shown; otherwise, there was no way to escape its perception. Yi Tianxie even suspected the demonic fetus might already be aware of his presence. Such a powerful demon cultivator was beyond anything reason could predict.

Dumbfounded, Tang Bingyu watched Zhou Zekai rendered helpless under her grip. She smiled, her cheeks flushed, a little silly, leaving Zhou Zekai with no choice but to let her vent her drunkenness.

Hu San dared not reply; he only sobbed on the ground, as if resigned to being killed by Zhang Mancang.

As droves of people poured in, Ye Qingyu’s livestream quickly descended into chaos, with all kinds of filthy language flooding the screen.

Although Master Xuankong’s words seemed to be criticizing his disciple for this and that, in the end, his meaning was clear—a challenge, barely veiled.

Su Wuyang shook her head, clutching the copper coin tightly. Qin Fangbai, amused, said, “Wait till I make my wish.” He mimicked her, tossing his coin into the pond and onto the rocks. His luck was better, or perhaps his wish was less greedy—the coin lodged firmly in the rocks and didn’t fall.

When Wang Kai arrived, the chief excitedly announced that he had already dismantled the Winter Soldier’s mechanical arm. The arm had been reduced to a tableful of parts, while the Winter Soldier himself was restrained on an examination table, his blood being drawn.