Volume One, Chapter 86: A Heart Grown Cold

In her previous life, Shen Yanzhou had frozen her bank card. Now that Shen Chaowu had been reborn, there was no way she would be unprepared. Some time ago, she had already transferred her savings to an overseas account. The card Shen Yanzhou froze had some money left, but not much. Shen Chaowu didn’t care.

Shards littered the floor, dazzlingly white. Suspended in mid-air was a man in white robes, none other than Lian Hao, the notorious playboy of the Flying Cloud Sect whom she had encountered twice before.

“Wife… you’ve looked pale lately. Are you really not feeling well?” Lin Feng asked with concern, noticing the lack of color in Liu Xueyao’s face.

Nanny Liu unleashed a barrage of scolding, leaving Madam Pan bewildered, then strode forward, seized Madam Pan by the collar, and tossed her out the door.

Peter Parker had no time to start his car. He could only flee toward the edge of the blast zone. The destructive power of dozens of intercontinental missiles was easy to imagine. Although Spider-Man was the protagonist of the scenario, in the end, he was blown to pieces.

The man on the ground glanced at the three bags of money before him, then at the shadow ninja behind Xue Bufan, and finally snatched up one bag and ran.

Xue Bufan couldn’t be bothered to argue further with the street vendor and turned toward the auction house.

She hadn’t said a word, yet in Yu’erong’s ears, it sounded like the most terrifying voice in the world.

She understood the meaning behind Xie Hao’s actions and played along, ordering her servants through tears to carry him gently back to her courtyard.

Let alone a mere bailiff; He Kui of Weicheng had once been deputy chief constable of the Skywatch Bureau, yet he too had fallen into destitution, drinking away his sorrows on the streets.

First, Shinichi Kudo had tracked the organization and photographed Vodka’s transaction with that chairman. Of course, the photos were soon confiscated by the organization.

“Uncle Li, there’s something called a spirit stone inside a zombie’s brain. This item strengthens our bodies and boosts combat ability. So when the time comes, let everyone leave. I’ll extract the stone, and the two of us will absorb it and grow stronger first,” Zhang Sheng said.

At these words, Yu Wan’s gaze flickered, but she quickly lowered her eyes, hiding the swirl of thoughts within.

When the Hall of Mental Cultivation collapsed, he was ordered to inspect the western hills. Who would have thought that the highly pest-resistant yellow cypress would be so hollowed out by termites?

A cruel, venomous madness gleamed in Meng Yanbo’s eyes. Gradually, his expression turned strange, the corner of his mouth curling into a sinister smile.

At that moment, everyone held their breath—especially Wang Leng, who stared intently at the testing crystal, as if awaiting a disastrous outcome. He knew full well that if Xiao Yu was too exceptional, Li Xiyu would stand no chance with him.

Every three minutes, it would begin to move, roughly four centimeters each time. With holes spaced around eight centimeters apart, every six minutes, the positions of two holes would switch.

Who “they” referred to was self-evident, and Ji Meng fell into a long silence.

The twins were quick-witted, too. Watching their father set down the sack, they followed suit and placed their own baskets beside his.

After all, delivering the betrothal gifts was an important affair; naturally, Yang Yong’an and Madam Zhang had to be present.

At last, she could bear it no longer. She slipped around a corner, leaned weakly against the wall, and began to sob.

When she got off the car, Qiao Shan finally wondered why she felt embarrassed. Why should she feel embarrassed at all?

“No.” Qiao Shan stepped forward to snatch the phone, but eventually let go. She had already called; he probably hadn’t answered because he was on a flight.

But there were truly too few people skilled in using heavy weapons. Within Yangzhou City, Zhao Linlang could hardly find a single one.

These days, who knows what Lu Ming was busy with—Yueming had some idea. To ensure her child’s safe birth, she had to tell Madam Cui first, hoping that Cui would show mercy for the sake of her recent good behavior and let her and the child live.

“He’s gone in!” After arriving at the spot, Yun Jiang and the others watched the pool with cold eyes. The situation here was unclear, and reckless entry could lead to disaster. Yet, outside the secret realm, they had received orders to kill him, and none dared disobey.

Wen Nuannuan had never wanted to throw her weight around as the boss’s niece in the office. After all, she was only working part-time here until college. But Team Leader Bai’s actions reminded her of Bai Jie—if everyone behaved like that, the Wen Corporation would face a mass exodus.

Nie Zhen, however, didn’t waste time lamenting. He smashed his fist into the "Frost Soul Sword." Cracks spread all over the blade, and then, like shattered ice, it fell to the ground in pieces.

That day, she felt unwell—no appetite, nauseated by even the smell of greasy food. In a panic, not wanting to trouble Shen Yu or Liao Yifan, she put on a mask and went to the hospital alone.

Coriander, hearing her young lady’s words, thought for a moment and agreed. Her young lady always acted with propriety. Coriander nodded gently and went out.

“As for this, don’t be polite. I don’t know whether I’m doing the right thing or not—I’m caught in the middle,” he said.

In other words, this cultivation technique was inferior to ordinary spell-based arts at low mana consumption, but when mana was heavily expended, its spells were several levels stronger than even high-quality spell arts.

After speaking, Liu Ming waved his hand. The shield exploded instantly, sending Thor flying a hundred meters away. Then, a beam shot from his spatial ring and vanished in a flash, leaving a long, level staff in his hand.

As usual, after a round of flattery, the ministers all took their seats. Xue Tingzhang sat as well, settling into his special seat.

At this, the Poison Witch snorted coldly and summoned a mass of vines, sending them to attack Tita, Duo Lulu, and Duran.

Perhaps Ye Chu’s wish was too heartfelt, for that night, she heard the strange voice once again.

Having been berated in the studio, Linlang was now the subject of her teacher’s and classmates’ stunned gazes. She briskly hung up the phone with a snap and missed the rest of his words.

“I almost forgot. These two states also need to be nuked!” Liu Ming added two more targets on the electronic map. “If your country is so vast, let’s clean up a few more spots.”

Later, Ye Jiarou met the protagonist, Mo Qinghan. With her temperament, she was always playing hard to get, and every time she refused Mo Qinghan, she used Lu Huai as an excuse.

He remembered clearly because after chasing all day without catching anything, his twelve-year-old brother, not wanting his sister to be disappointed, had caught and roasted his own homing pigeon that he’d raised for two years.