Chapter 38: Everyone Wove a Lie Just to Deceive Her—A Mother

Chen Juan desperately fought to suppress the despair rising in her chest. Her throat felt constricted, as if something were lodged there, making it impossible to catch her breath. Only after several attempts to part her lips did she manage to ask, "When did they find out?"

Fu Qiqi unscrewed her water bottle, her tone indifferent. "Eighteen years ago."

Chen Juan felt a piercing, bone-deep agony. So, only two years after Hao Hao went missing, they had already... She did not want to say the words, but the crushing weight of despair finally broke her. "Colluding in evil!"

Setting myself up as an officer at this military base must certainly be helpful for blending into this world.

By eleven o'clock, it seemed the entire faculty and student body had gathered on the stands surrounding the Quidditch pitch. Many students even brought binoculars, and the seats seemed to be elevated into mid-air.

The new Senso-ji Temple was built on the original site of the old one, so naturally, it was no longer the historic landmark it had once been.

However, even though the Tokisaki Kurumis were attacking frequently and looked quite terrifying, they had yet to unleash their Time Bullets. Not only had they not used them on Modi, but they hadn't used them against the AST members led by Tobiichi Origami either.

"Husband, why are you so angry?" Long Lan stepped forward to stand before Zhou Ye, asking softly.

"Get to the point!" Chelsea, chewing on a lollipop while half-forced by Modi to sit on the sofa, rolled her eyes and said irritably.

Bai Yu narrowed his eyes, his gaze locking onto the bouquet of flowers held in Kokutou's hands. Bringing a bouquet every single day—does he think I'm not here?

"So, what I am about to do is also a joke, and I hope you won't mind." Zhou Ye’s words left Honey momentarily stunned, but it was already too late for her to react... because Zhou Ye had already silenced her lips—yes, using the signature 'Zhou-style silence' he was most proficient at.

"I..." Modi truly did not know how to continue. He looked into Esdeath's sparkling eyes, as vivid and beautiful as lotus flowers on a snowy peak, and at her delicate lips, before gently pulling her close and kissing her.

The fact that the towering Zhao Gao had been sent flying ten yards away by a single punch from the eight-year-old Prince Jianglu had become the talk of the Xianyang Palace. Prince Jianglu’s eccentric nature and his tendency to lash out at the slightest provocation made everyone in the palace fear him.

Looking at Yamamoto, the man from the East, his breathing remained steady. Aside from a few black footprints left by Ye Xuanji’s kicks on his white clothes, he looked far less disheveled than Ye Xuanji.

Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Chen immediately shifted his stance, retreating rapidly to put some distance between himself and Luo Yu.

The highest rank was the Purple-level disciple; these were typically the closed-door students of the Divine Monarchs and were the ones with the potential for promotion.

The members of the elite class continued to use their spiritual power, and instantly, more than half of the foundation class students collapsed.

The bald man, exhausted from the beating, ran into the room and spoke to a scarred man who was sitting at the head of the table playing cards.

Fate had brought him into this world. In such a vast expanse as the Tongtian Continent, to have not been discovered by others, not devoured by wild beasts, and not lost his life, but instead been picked up by a foolish old man—it was a self-deprecating reflection on his own destiny.

"Alright, enough talk. Everyone get some rest. We have things to do tomorrow!" How could he still laugh? No one’s heart was in it, yet they wondered what these tasks for tomorrow actually were. They desperately wanted to ask, but Mu Yang likely wouldn't answer, as he had already prepared to sleep.

"It’s beginning..." The Six Paths Dharma King was not angered by the man's recklessness; instead, he smiled faintly.

Huyan Zhuo suddenly remembered that this was indeed the case; his family had bought some, but he hadn't paid much attention to it. He never expected this item to have such great utility; being able to eat fruit in this season was indeed a luxury.

Therefore, Liang Chen could not directly tell Murong Zhen his true intentions. He had to find a way to sound him out and see how closely the Murong family guarded the Imperial Dragon Vein, and whether he, as an outsider, might have a chance to alter his fate.