Volume 1, Chapter 35: I Am Not Mentally Ill! I Am Perfectly Clear-Headed Now

That was right. The person was indeed here.

After saying this, he curled his lips into a faint smile. “Do you think he is alive or dead?”

Chuguang felt as though he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

He stood there in utter stupefaction.

Previously, many of them had regarded the matter with a sense of detachment. Apocalypse was powerful, certainly, but there were superpowers and Level Five experts to deal with him. It was not yet their concern.

After hearing the elder’s words, the old man opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed from their corners, for he had sensed that Tiansi was no ordinary person. This was not something that could be explained by cultivation; rather, it was an instinctive recognition of the extraordinary nature of someone like him.

“He turned invisible. It happened while you were talking…” someone in the crowd kindly reminded them.

How strange. Because she had stolen the limelight from Ziyue during the courtesan performance, Ziyue had been rather cold toward her these past two days. Why had she come looking for her now?

I had no idea what was going to happen, nor what I was supposed to do. I gripped the seat with both hands, afraid to move my gaze even an inch. My hands wandered restlessly, and suddenly I felt something. I picked it up and held it beneath the faint light outside. To my surprise, it was a pistol.

Ever since he had made the steel armor inexplicably vanish, both Mexico’s underworld and its circle of superhumans had reached a common understanding: that Chinese fat man was untouchable. Crossing him meant death.

Xi Che looked as though he wanted to continue escorting her, but because she insisted, he eventually left without saying another word.

“Cough, cough. How would I know…” Lin Feng was jolted awake by Wu Xiaomeng and was equally puzzled. Something like this seemed to have happened several times already. Perhaps they truly were fated to meet.

“Master?” Leng Yixiu was utterly astonished. His master was clearly right beside him, so how could another one have appeared?

Her movements were exceedingly gentle. She lifted the quilt to take a look at his wound, but he had been bandaged so carefully that she could see nothing unusual. In the end, she had no choice but to give up.

Her eyes turned emerald green, and an exquisite crown appeared upon her forehead, so magnificent that no words of the mortal world could adequately describe it.

“Where is His Highness?” Xu Ruyi had changed clothes, and with Qiulan leading the way, she walked toward the palace gates.

They had indeed wanted to show off their abilities for the moment, but for the sake of their future plans, they could no longer continue opposing him.

The old farmer nodded and told them to proceed with the wedding rites. After they had finished exchanging toasts, Zhou Zihao swept her into his arms, intending to carry her back to the bridal chamber—only to discover that his stride was too wide, and her skirt tore apart at once.

Only now did he realize that although Ma Ying was young, she was far inferior to Xu Ruyi, who had been meticulously dressed and adorned.

She erased the jade stone that Perfected Master Shaohan had given her, as well as everything concerning how she had arduously increased her berserk aura under the influence of the visions within the stone.

She froze for a moment, then realized that this part had been written afterward! The earlier draft, which had been discarded after the later version was written, must have been submitted already.

It was the first time she had learned that doing housework could make a person happy. The sense of fulfillment and pleasure it brought was even more delightful than enjoying an extravagant feast.

Mu Qingyan thought to herself: This Luo fellow has quite an intelligent-looking face. Could he be Luo, the strategist reputed to be the greatest military adviser of them all?

“You actually know the language of roses? You—you’re a time traveler too?” Han Nuo leaped to his feet in shock.

Zhuang Jian raised his head and looked toward the cracks, each of them differing in length. The starry sky beyond was likewise vast and boundless, but its laws had yet to reveal themselves. Clearly, although the heavenly curtain had opened, the barrier of the World Mountain still kept the power of that world outside, preventing it from pouring down.

Sure enough, about five meters ahead, nearly three platoons of people were lying in ambush. The ammunition was not real, but anyone who was hit would still be punished after the exercise ended. Fortunately, no one had been “wounded” in the battle.