Chapter 31: Isn't It Thrilling?

With You Till the End Music and singing rose from all directions. 1235 words 2026-04-13 17:32:38

“Don’t cry, be good.”
Shen Jin seemed to be bewitched; though moments ago he’d been furious, his tone now softened.
He reached out and wiped away Lu Qingqing’s tears.
The whole process felt inexplicable, as if he himself had fallen under some spell.
“I’m fine,” Lu Qingqing murmured...
At this moment, Yun Ting put away the wooden mallet, ceasing his blows against the ground, though the lingering echoes continued to reverberate. The sound was not loud, more of a low, trembling hum, yet everyone nearby could hear it clearly.
His love of knowledge would grant him a tremendous advantage tonight, for many military officers had narrowly escaped being ambushed in their camps for this very reason.
Such a fine corpse puppet would tempt even a Nascent Soul elder of the Heavenly Corpse Sect to kill and seize it. Yet, it was fortunate that the Boundless Realm had an iron rule: Nascent Soul cultivators were forbidden to attack those of the Golden Core stage.
Yuliu still slept far too much, and she vaguely sensed there was a reason for this constant drowsiness, as if she was on the verge of reaching something, but lacked the opportunity—a perpetual, simple slumber.
Perhaps this was the only explanation. Besides, the light from the feather was so faint—could it mean Anning wouldn’t have to go far?
Before she finished speaking, Lu Yuchen swept a leg at her. Thors hadn’t expected such a sudden move and was caught off guard, dodging clumsily.
After much effort squeezing inside, the opponent toppled over, their head landing right at Su Qingcheng’s feet.
Yun Ting looked down at the person in his arms, watching her cheeks flush with a gentle red, her eyes closed in peaceful rest, long lashes fluttering slightly, her rosy lips unconsciously parting and closing.
Huang Shan and several human cultivators were naturally responsible for planning and designing the entire Heavenly Bone Sect each day, while the trio of Auspicious Treasures had been assigned solely to provide labor.
With a sharp crack, Shao Mingsheng flung the paired-heart pendant to the floor, his eyes dark as he glared at Consort Wan, who knelt beside him, and the guard whose mouth was gagged.
“Drive as boldly as you wish, don’t be afraid.” Lianchi assumed her caution was simply nerves, as the carriage moved at a slow pace.
Yun Qi appeared travel-worn, as if just returned from afar. Two guards followed behind him, and with the jailer included, there were four people in all.
Jules weakly picked himself up from the floor, his steps unsteady, needing his clever assistant to support him. Such frailty was taboo in the workplace; he only managed to compose himself slightly as the door to the control room burst open.
“Where’s your money?” Henson was completely dumbfounded. The coach, always so adept with the press, was now at a loss in the face of a rookie.
Jiang Kang dismissed the others and invited me to sit. After some brief pleasantries, a servant entered to serve tea, arranging the teaware before Jiang Kang and myself, then withdrew in silence.
This was the Fang family’s affair, and they seemed to make no effort to avoid Song Shan—perhaps they truly regarded him as one of their own.
It was as if his spell had been interrupted midway—the bald man’s face turned abruptly white, and the blood in his chest surged violently in an instant.
Zhang Tianyi did brilliantly! He made full use of his identity as a traitor’s son, playing the Japanese collaborators against each other, employing all his wits, and growing stronger through his battles of intellect and cunning with them.
“It’s all right, Henson. It’s not far to walk home from here. Emily and I can manage.” Angela smiled gently, and only then did Henson answer the phone.
Even the lieutenant general couldn’t help but look at Zhang Tianyi in a new light. It was he who had first proposed Zhang’s promotion, and he’d never dreamed that Zhang would later send him ten thousand taels of silver as thanks.
“Heh, believe it or not, it’s up to you. I saved you only so you’d know—the one who will kill you is me!” Fang Zheng grinned.