Volume 1, Chapter 22: I Am Still Just a Kitten

Although Long Hao desperately wanted to kill Yang Zining to eliminate any future trouble, after calming down, he dared not defy the orders of Fang Jiufo.

Everyone turned their eyes toward Director Hamilton in unison. He was the oldest, most senior, and most powerful director among them all.

However, ordinary stone projectiles lack such destructive power; they require carefully selected materials and magical processing, which entails significant costs.

Su Qing shook his head helplessly on his bed. He knew Xie Zhe was only capable of three-minute enthusiasms; at this rate, he would probably play games until the dormitory lights went out. He wondered if the guy would be able to wake up at 5:40 AM, but he didn't feel it was his place to say anything—after all, it was someone else's business.

"Finally reached the food factory safely. We’re lucky today; we didn’t run into any evolved zombies," Yang Sheng said with relief as he jumped off the large truck.

With the help of Shangguan Yumai and Fang Muqing, Jian An'an put on her wedding dress. It was a long-sleeved lace design—a relatively conservative style—but on Jian An'an, the words "wedding dress" and "conservative" didn't seem to fit. The lines of her chest and waist were outlined even more clearly, making her figure look exquisitely graceful.

However, what frustrated Dongfang Qing was that Yang Zining was completely impervious to both soft and hard tactics. If not for the constraints of her status, she surely would have slapped that punchable face of his.

Zhang Zhe pretended to reach into his pocket for a flashlight. Just as he pulled his hand out, a long object fell out with it. He picked up the card and examined it; it appeared to be a shopping card for a high-end clothing boutique.

"Mmm." Lan Aoyi looked at Shangguan Lingyou with gratitude and leaned down to gently kiss her delicate, pink cheek.

"Listening to everyone’s words, it seems this man is a good person. It is only a pity that heaven is unjust, forcing him to endure such suffering," Jiang Suyuan sighed.

Master Miao Yi could naturally see that Shang Qing and Chen Yi were not weak; even compared to Li Yingqiong and Zhou Qingyun, they were by no means inferior.

"If all else fails, tie your hair to the ceiling beam and prick yourself with an awl; I refuse to believe you could still fall asleep then. How can you achieve good grades like this? You will surely make me lose face!" Gao Gong pretended to be angry.

"It seems everyone hasn't had dinner yet. You'er should be eating now; let's eat ourselves before going to see her," Lan Aoyi said, looking at the full table of untouched food nearby.

Zeng Hao could only offer a brief hint, leaving space for them to realize the truth themselves and explore it slowly.

At noon, Li Tiehe was still patrolling the city of Hezhou incessantly. He had an uneasy feeling that something was going to happen today, so much so that he couldn't even bring himself to eat lunch. The old man was in high spirits and simply took his personal guard to patrol everywhere.

"Am I really that vulgar? At most, I just say some extreme things when I'm angry; I've never actually cursed at anyone. Does that count as vulgar?" Haotian said with a laugh.

"What a fierce warrior!" Wang Chonggu, walking beside Shen Chongming, could not help but praise. He had only heard that Xiong Dabiao, the commander of the Three Thousand Camp, was the bravest in the capital guards, but seeing him in person today, he proved even better than his reputation. If such a fierce general were sent to the frontier to face the enemy, it would be far better than sitting idly in the capital.

However, shortly after Chen Qianxun had left, a sharp whistle echoed across the entire mountain peak.

Moreover, she remembered that Yan Shubai already had someone he liked. Song Jiuxi would not like someone who had no room for her in his heart.

Jiang Ning had not had much private contact with him back at the Jiang residence, so this address of "older brother" sounded somewhat distant.

Yushui understood immediately, stepped forward, and grabbed the maid's hand. The maid turned pale with fright at the sudden turn of events.

"Caught sight of an enemy, and that coward Xie Ren got scared and ran away," Xie Qingxuan pouted, her face full of disdain.

It could be said that right now, Ivan was like a person without clothes in front of Ye Feng—he had no secrets at all.

However, Jiang Yunjin did not intend to participate in this pricing, so she simply waved her hand and slipped off to the backyard.

The next instant, everyone felt as if they were cast into chaos; light was swallowed, sound could not travel, and their bodies felt as if they had lost all weight.

Wang Yingdong was very grateful for all the contributions Ye Feng had made to the country. Reluctant to see him suffer a loss, he urged him earnestly.

Before the two could decide, the Twelfth Valley Master and the spirit beast blocking their path to White Fang moved aside, turning sideways to open a path automatically.

Biyue hurriedly lit a lamp and walked over to her, only to see that Xia Wanning's forehead was covered in beads of sweat.

A manservant scrambled into his room to retrieve the property deed and tremblingly handed it to Xiong Tian.

"Then... shall I go now?" Ling Xi felt there was something strange about Shen Junyi, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

He could clearly feel the space around him locked by an invisible, immense force, like an indestructible barrier that prevented him from escaping no matter what he tried, leaving him with no way out but death.

[If it were the me from back then, Yi wouldn't have given that kind of evaluation, right?] Han Xuefei smiled inwardly; her efforts had been very fruitful.

He sat there on the stone stool in the garden, his eyes fixed intently on Xia Wanning inside the room.

Shalao had recovered and stayed in the shadows with Moyi; only Mo Qingxue remained sleeping in the carriage.

The man's dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, his stature tall and imposing, carrying a sharp aura that made others instinctively want to submit.

"When did she leave? Did she say what she was going to do?" There was no help for it; with his current body, devoid of any strength, he could not sense her location at all.

With this Blood Escape, Feng Wuhen’s life would have greater protection in the future. Although the Blood Escape was not as dazzling as "Refining Blood into Qi," it was truly an ultimate life-saving technique. If Feng Wuhen used it well, he might be able to save his life several times over—much like the current situation; without the Blood Escape, Feng Wuhen would certainly not have survived.

Those three, Elder Chou Chi and his companions, were completely stunned by the Heavenly Ghost Evil Flame in Ling Chen's palm. The cluster of flames in Ling Chen's hand was, it could be said, far more powerful than anything Bai Ruofeng could have produced.