Chapter 35: Missing You

In the midst of the struggle, the young woman was thrown violently, her body covered in large patches of blood. Yet Lu Qingqing did not hesitate; she could not stand by and watch someone die before her very eyes.

The fire raged, flames climbing toward the sky. The building was filled with cloth and silk, fueling the blaze. The tongues of flame licked their way up the wooden structure, the air thick with chaotic noise; some fled in panic, not even having time to dress.

“Can you still stand...?”

Meanwhile, countless netizens waited in anticipation—would Trifling Fireworks, the sensation that had burst onto the scene three months ago and thrown the entire music and entertainment world into turmoil, be nominated?

The soldiers, sitting on the sand and gasping for breath, had no choice but to rally themselves when the war drums sounded, readying their ranks to face the oncoming enemy.

Even the arrest squads dispatched by the elders did not see complete surrender as a good thing.

Of course, on the surface, the man with the dagger still called him boss. After all, Getamaron’s strength was undeniable… Unless one day, the dagger man broke through the bottleneck of an A-class Awakener and became an S-class—then, he would surely step on Getamaron’s head and make him call him boss instead.

Yes, he remembered once, when the Empire’s leader had a particularly dangerous visit to Africa, he joined the protection detail. Because he had to appear on camera, he wore a suit for the occasion, but after just a brief appearance, Liu Qingshan couldn’t bear it and took it off.

In his stomach, food rotten for a thousand years still lingered, undigested. During battle, his digestion would suddenly accelerate, releasing a foul, ghostly miasma that had festered for centuries.

An Liang, who had long remained silent, saw the platinum masters arguing endlessly and bluntly interjected with this statement.

Tian Gua climbed the city wall. Yu Xiaotian, Yun Longzi, Wu Tianya, Zhang Hao, Yun Yazhi, Yun Kongzi, Niu Qingyun, the Ling generation, the Hao generation—all had gathered atop the wall.

A military jeep and an unlicensed off-road vehicle sped out of the center of the capital, heading straight to the garrison of the capital’s Guard Division in Fengtai District.

“I, old Pig, was guided by the Bodhisattva Guanyin more than a hundred years ago, who told me to wait for my master at Gao Village. In the end, I grew impatient and came out to wander,” said Pigsy.

“Mother!” Shielded by the Mistress of Miaoyue Pavilion, Shen Biqing, who was less gravely injured, cried out.

Upon arriving at the county office, two yamen runners first handed over the certificate of scholar status, then returned to Kaoshan Village, accompanied by two more county officials.

“Herli Yiyin!” Yelü Suhe bellowed, his words bursting forth in the Red Sky dialect, revealing just how deep his anger and dissatisfaction with Yelü Jiya ran.

She chewed lightly twice. Huh, it didn’t seem to smell bad? Another couple of bites—there was even a hint of fragrance. After swallowing, there seemed to be no strange aftertaste.

Jun Yunqing did not like to beat around the bush. She straightforwardly shared the impressions she had felt from Yan Sujin, though she concealed the mark of the Wild God, saying only that she had been moved.

At this time, humans were just beginning to learn to speak, able to say a fair number of monosyllabic words and some disyllabic terms, occasionally even short three-syllable sentences. The ancient people chased Lan Qian with wooden sticks, shouting something, though Lan Qian understood none of it.

However, she didn’t dare say that everyone should eat together; it wasn’t just her who hadn’t eaten, likely even Master Wu had not.

The common folk now had hope for a better life and were no longer treated as slaves or outcasts by the clans. This made the people of Nanyue, who had never disliked Gu Mo in the first place, even more devoted to the Southern King.

It was an extraordinary honor—never, in all the years past, had anyone received such a promise from the ancestral kings.

Granny Zhao knew that the princess would not choose anything inferior; it would only be better than this time, or at least just as good. She needed to think carefully and hoped the fief would send some rare and novel gifts, from which she could select a few.

Listening to the low voices of Suotian and the others outside the tent, I drifted into a deep sleep with a smile on my lips.