Volume One, Chapter 69: You Still Say You Like Me

My story? Yan Qiuning was certain her story had nothing to do with Port City.

She dozed off again on the plane.

Sima Jin sat shrouded in gloom. Hearing another cry of agony from inside, his heart trembled. The color of blood clouded his vision, a taut string snapped in his mind, as though something was gnawing at his brain. Unsteady, he staggered back several steps.

Chuyu Xi’s anger surged as she recalled these things. She hadn’t expected to learn, merely by chance from the old Crown Prince’s affair, the truth behind the annihilation of the Nine-Tailed Fire Cloud Fox so many years ago. Well, so be it—how very perfect.

The organized footsteps of the Imperial Guards echoed as lanterns illuminated the dim rear garden. Nangong Linfeng and the wolf stood revealed under the crowd’s gaze.

“I like it this way. What are you going to do about it?” The scoundrel’s hand hung loosely around my neck, his voice wicked and teasing. At his words, I reached out and pinched his waist hard.

People shouted, surging forward one after another, unleashing their powers in desperation to kill the zombies that filled them with terror.

At the sight of the wound, a chill instantly filled Gu Yeting’s deep eyes. Even the hand holding the wineglass tightened, his knuckles turning pale.

And then there was Sun Damei—perhaps somewhat influenced by Xiao Wan—who took extra care of Ji Chunlei in daily life.

Yu Xingtian endured as her soft hands washed his feathers over and over, then dried them with a cloth made from her outer robe.

“Enough nonsense. I don’t have much time left.” Even now, Lin Xiaotian remained a strong-willed, stubborn old man.

Though she watched from afar, she had already begun to imagine their future together.

“Damn it, how are we supposed to fight on?” Li Hai’s face contorted with emotion as he spun around and sprinted toward Medicine King Valley. Along the way, he found the Thunderbolt Spear too heavy and simply retracted it into his body, racing along the path cleared by Luo Yanshan and Yan Kuo.

The Blood Crystal Dragon God was about to pursue when it suddenly sensed the dragon head’s divine crystal burning hot—instantly realizing the trap. Using a secret technique, it separated the head from the body. The blood-crystal dragon head turned into a mass of blood and fell, while the headless dragon body extended blood crystals and formed another furious dragon’s head.

The boatmen and guards were all stirred, especially after learning that Silly Second had arrived, which gave them renewed confidence.

Abao shuddered and darted out, with the trio in blue-striped robes following close behind, weapons in hand.

Roughly forty seconds later, the four-tube rocket depth charge launcher on the hunter-submarine’s starboard side unleashed the first wave of depth charges at the designated location. Meanwhile, the two sonar operators on board listened intently for any movement below.

It was because of this sword that the dark elf swordsman had dared accept the assassination mission targeting Angelista. He had been confident that his spellbreaker blade would help him defeat her.

“You…” Branny wanted to say more, but just then, Regner vanished completely from her sight.

Time crawled by in torment. Machine guns still roared, though now their clamor was close at hand, and the rumble of artillery—belated as ever—mingled with bursts of explosion, drowning out the mechanical drone that had hung overhead. Gradually, voices returned to the trenches—shouting, talking, alive once more.

This world was always brimming with possibilities. Liu Shasha and Li Sijian were fated to be Zhang Fei’s enemies—it had been so before, and it was true now. As Zhang Fei grew stronger, so did they, and once again, they stood in his path.

The zombie coachman thrust his sword, but after several exchanges, Xiong Ti had already grasped most of his techniques. Yet he did not draw his own blade, instead using a sheathed sword to parry every move.

“Qianqing, she—” Zhou Changli was about to speak ill, but Su Tianyin shook her head, signaling him to say nothing.

Moments later, Yu Jingyao and Lin Cheng returned home. She saw the living room was spotless, and on the dining table stood a white porcelain vase filled with fragrant fresh flowers.

As the night thinned and the sky hinted at dawn, Xiao Jiansheng woke with a start, instinctively wiping cold sweat from his brow. When he didn’t spot Zhao Lingxue at first glance, he rushed out half-dressed to search for her.

After all, this was the new car she and Lin Cheng had bought; letting it sit idle in the parking lot for so long made no sense.

More and more soldiers gathered to watch. Everyone knew Ling Yin was the finest fighter at the border in the past five years; once, he had battled a hundred soldiers alone and held his ground. Years ago, he might have been second only to the old General Ling Qingyan, but now that the general was aged and frail, Young Master Ling Yin was without question the first hero of Heze.

As for where exactly to place his gravity chamber, Saint hadn’t made up his mind. In the end, he simply dumped the pressure-resistant materials and left the basement after undoing his transformation.

After typing out the word “have,” images of Qu Yanyang and Zhang Xiaoxin flashed through his mind. Hesitating, he added “don’t” in front of it.

He no longer held back—blade after blade, he hacked at the frenzied, possessed men, determined to cut them to pieces.

“I was president of Changli’s fan club. Back then, I adored his music—especially the way he sang with such dedication.” Su Qianqing couldn’t help but gush; just thinking of Changli’s earnest expression while singing made her swoon.

Shameless—Mo Ning cursed inwardly. Not content with humiliating her at the banquet, this man wanted to ruin her in front of all their classmates as well.

Only then did Thea begin to use her magic for self-enhancement. After several divine modifications, her body had far surpassed the limits of bloodline purification. All her organs had turned golden, and in her blood flowed tiny streams invisible to the naked eye—a pale blue circuit, as though a second circulatory system ran alongside the first.

Xiao Qichen, who had been pressing down on her all this time, also looked up. His eyes were clear, not a hint of drunkenness, and at the corners of his mouth played an amused smile.