Volume One, Chapter 33: Ningning, Please Talk to Me!

Don’t be fooled by the name “Little Pond”—despite its modest title, it’s actually the largest development project in the capital. That area used to be a slum.

Yiluo Luo lay wrapped under the covers for a while, suffocating until he couldn’t breathe, before finally sitting up and gasping for air. But was his mouth cramped? Why did his lips keep curling upward unconsciously, even baring his teeth slightly? Yiluo Luo gazed helplessly at his own timid expression, ruffling his hair in frustration, then turned over and sank back into the blankets.

His subtle, ever-present aura, the occasional glances he cast, and even his scent—these had all become part of Xia Lin’s longing.

Shu Xinyan quietly settled into a waiting chair. From what Dr. Huo said, even after surgery, Bai Wei wouldn’t be entirely out of danger. Could it be that her illness had already reached a critical stage? Remembering her sunken eyes and the fact that she could barely finish half a bowl of rice, Shu Xinyan felt her heart sink.

“Axuan, why aren’t you going home?” Rui Yi turned and saw Quan Mingxuan still lingering, and asked.

Hua Zihui wasn’t foolish; he understood perfectly what Bai Qiang meant by “having a seat.” Looking at her delicate features, pale skin, proud chest, slender waist, and long legs, his heart was already itching. Naturally, he accepted her invitation without hesitation.

As for the connection between this liquid and the beast spirit’s mind, it was also a property of the plant—it could morph when needed, and otherwise hide within the user’s body.

“My strength is formidable; I don’t need any so-called beads,” Sky Splitter replied, exasperated. Night Rain Scar’s questions always seemed to pick holes, but he seized the opportunity to emphasize his own power.

“We’re not close to the mountain village, are we?” Mo Yan followed Xia Yan’s guidance, though in truth, he had no idea where he was.

Rain Scar used his Pokédex in battle for the first time—the latest seventh-generation model just given to him by Professor Oak.

Li Shang felt a chill emanating from the side and couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Huo Yunqi. Whatever teasing he’d intended was instantly quashed.

The fifth disciple, Qiao Xin, returned to the Mystery Sect, where He Yang presided over the Hall of Discipline. The eleventh and twelfth disciples also returned, with Lu Tong and Xiao Ran each leading a branch.

There were all sorts of “friendly reminders,” indicating effective ways to strengthen weak points through training.

Xiao You looked at his pale-faced sister and, seeing the scales on her face, reached out and removed them. Half of her face, terrifying in appearance, was revealed to him. Even though he’d braced himself, he was still frightened.

Fang Hong raised an eyebrow, sensing that the patterned cat demon atop the round table still carried a lingering breath of life—its vitality remained, and it hadn’t truly died.

Even when Noel had just said something akin to “Abandon humanity, embrace higher dimensions,” under the host’s watchful eye, he had no way to refuse.

“Ye, Yan!” The demon general ground his teeth and spat out the names, then reluctantly returned to the tent, hoisted Chu Bing onto his back and delivered him to the demon soldiers, before picking up the demon blade and leading his troops alone to battle.

In his previous life, clocking in at work at this hour would have earned him a severe scolding, wage deductions, performance penalties, and possibly even dismissal.

Although He Yitong was afraid, she could only force herself to stay calm and desperately sought ways to escape.

Perhaps the only thing remarkable about Alice’s profile was that both her intelligence and emotional quotient were rated at eight, above the average for ordinary people.

During these matchmaking sessions, the old lady would be packaged into the persona most favored by the old man. As they interacted, it would be up to him to see through the facade and discern her true nature.

These past few days, Feng Ling’er had been confined within the underground palace, plagued by waves of anxiety—an inexplicable feeling as if she were foreseeing trouble about to befall Feng Liuzi.