Volume 1, Chapter 55: Zhu Di: Third Brother, We Have No Hope

Clack, clack, clack—go the horse's hooves~

Although the grief over his parents' brutal murder still lingered, and his heart was filled with boundless hatred, a deep skepticism toward fate welled up uncontrollably within Lian Haiping's chest.

Inside the locker room, Situ Shen sat on a chair, mechanically changing his shirt. His dark eyes were fixed on a single point, utterly unfocused.

Kurozumi Orochi was by no means unaccustomed to such an atmosphere; rather, he relished it immensely, feeling an extraordinary sense of joy within it, as if his very body were beginning to burn.

Ever since the second sister-in-law showed her goodwill toward her at the Martial Arts Hall last time, her previously harsh impression of the second sister-in-law had shifted.

The next morning, the weather remained fine. Lu Ping had just finished practicing a set of boxing routines in the courtyard when he saw Master Gao trotting over eagerly, his eyes red.

After having a meal at the Cheng residence, Wang Xingxin bid farewell and prepared to leave. Staying a moment longer in the Cheng mansion was unbearable; if he were to live there for a few days, heaven knows how he would be fleeced by old man Cheng. Besides, he had not been to the military camp for two days, and it was best to deliver Li Er's sick leave note to Niu Jinda, lest he suffer some undeserved punishment.

Naturally, it would not do to falsely claim outwardly that he was the legitimate son born of Lady Lian, for after all, Lady Lian's belly had never shown during pregnancy, which was something that could not deceive anyone.

Lian Haiping led Hu Ximei to the peak in the realm of Heyang where he had once undergone his heavenly tribulation. The cave dwelling from those years had been blasted into ruins by the heavenly tribulation. Over the span of six years, the place had become completely covered by lush vegetation, looking verdant and green, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to its original appearance.

Lü Shinang and the others deliberated for a while and felt that this was already a hard-won outcome, so they agreed to the matter. Thus, both sides took a step back, stipulated various terms of their relationship, and finally dispersed at noon.

However, just as Alaba took a step forward, he felt his knees go weak—a brief aftereffect of continuous acceleration, sudden stops, and sharp changes of direction—leaving him with no choice but to abandon his plan to carry the ball himself and pass it instead to Schweinsteiger not far away.

"Master Beiming, can you help me awaken the Hulk within my body? For some reason, I am utterly unable to transform." Seeing that he could not persuade Beiming Lei to act, Banner settled for his second option.

Li Hao's eyebrows twitched. This old scoundrel's attitude was far too pragmatic, and he uttered such words without the slightest sense of shame.

She could only watch helplessly as those disciples and friends perished one by one. She desperately wanted to cry out, but though her mouth opened, no sound whatsoever came forth.

"An inheritor, as the name implies, is one who receives the heritage! One of the reasons we constructed this resting place is precisely in the hope that someone might inherit our ideals and wishes, and continue to seek the source of it all!" As he spoke, the man's figure actually flickered and blurred for a moment.

With every step forward, the child's safety increased by a fraction. Upon seeing Qingfeng's actions, the villagers did not even dare to breathe heavily, terrified lest they disturb Old He who was sharpening his knife.

The two swords bore them slowly into the air, and then followed behind Mofeng as they flew away into the distance.

Yet words once spoken could not be recalled, so Qingfeng simply shifted his tone to follow the cue, successfully smoothing the matter over.

Setting off to climb the hillside, Qingfeng took a Luo pan compass from his magic pouch and gazed into the distance, attempting to locate traces of human habitation.

Back then, due to his poverty, his beginnings had been exceptionally arduous and difficult, with his business lurching forward in a stumbling manner.

Long Zhan and Feng Li looked around, then pulled Douzi into the layer of gray mist, found a secluded spot, and sat down.