Volume 1, Chapter 37: Without Parents, We Are Simply Ourselves

After a brief division of labor, the lead demon drew a large blade, intending to dismember the victim exactly as planned. Had it not been for the protection of the bracelet, Wang Xi would have perished instantly; it seemed the Golden Dragon must have been wounded, or else why would it be trapped within this blade?

"I cannot say for certain. Ever since I assumed the throne as the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, the Moonbright Divine Artifact has been lost without a trace." Bai Qianhui glanced at Yin Ling, regretting that he had allowed her to stay, as he did not wish for her to suffer any further harm.

Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the various masters fighting to escape, Lin Tian remained silent, using the opportunity to force the Dark Demon God back step by step.

"You’re crying again? What’s wrong? Who upset you? Tell me, and I’ll help you teach them a lesson!" Long Yu’s tone was filled with the utmost concern.

"I don't care. Once you've taken it, it's mine, isn't it?" Lenna did not care about his reasoning; in front of a great dragon, no one could take away something that had caught its eye.

After all, his cultivation was a notch weaker. Liu Ling let out a muffled groan, his body sent flying by the downward force of the Loyal Bone before he plummeted toward the ground.

Ziyu, brimming with confidence, said to the vigilant Duan Kongming and Luo Shuanghua that although her chess pieces had reached a gratifying number over the past few days, she would never turn down a few more.

Unwilling to leave? Only a fool wouldn't want to leave! To shed the identity of a shadow, to live as a human again, and to see a new world—the mere thought was thrilling.

Moreover, her opportunities to be alone with him were becoming increasingly rare, with various matters constantly entangling them both. Thinking of this, Ailinlu felt deeply anxious.

The Chongzhen Emperor sneered and then looked at Li Ruolian: "Order Zheng Zhilong and Yu Zigao to find an opportunity to launch a few attacks on Taiwan, test the waters, and capture a few high-ranking officials to interrogate."

Jiang Yao’s mind went blank for a moment; she couldn't describe the feeling, and it took a while for her to recover.

However, when he arrived at the Liu family estate this time, he was met with nothing but treachery; the other party simply coveted the Saint-grade Daoist weapon in his possession.

Now, only the Vermilion Bird and the parasol tree remained in the village, as Xiong Zhentian had gone off to hunt for treasures a few days ago.

***

As for his image, why should he care how others perceived him? Immortal, demon, or human—that was merely who they saw him as.

His black hair drifted, and the blood throughout his body began to boil. His blood aura shattered the universe, rolling like thunder. With majestic power, he stood in the void, possessing an aura of supreme dominance.

"Zhiming, how many people do we have who can be used and are equipped with armor?" Bai Li’s eyes flickered.

"There is water nearby that never runs dry, so just drink as you please. You arrived at a good time; the evening meal was just prepared and should be sent over shortly," the soldier remarked.

Inside the massive ship's cabin lay the skeletal remains of a gigantic animal, preserved in perfect condition.

"What time do you think it is? How do you have the leisure to eat here?" she asked through gritted teeth.

Throughout the entire night, Wu Yue gave it his all, challenging the record three times, yet he still failed to break it, feeling a sense of regret.

He was seen wearing a short-sleeved tunic, a straw hat, and trousers rolled up to his thighs, his feet sinking into the muddy field as he clumsily planted rice seedlings. The two rows of sprouts were crooked, and a local Liaodong farmer nearby could no longer bear it, insisting on pulling the young master away.

The officials of the Great Ming were even more perplexed, looking at the two as if they were monsters; they never expected such a drastic change in them.

Because Gu Jinxue and her group didn't follow conventional paths and had seized a club for themselves, the clubs that had reserved spots for them were forced to recruit others instead.

A month later, the New Alliance announced the launch of the "Last Holy Tree" campaign on the Green Star front, abbreviated as the "Final Battle." Gu Zhishan arrived again, bringing a letter from Shi Ye and the results of the investigation into the previous assassination.

Along the way, Ye Miao spoke to Jian Mingjia about the First High School, and Jian Mingjia listened attentively, proving to be an excellent audience.

With her arms wrapped around her husband’s neck and her forehead resting against his cheek, she snuggled quietly in his embrace.

Later, when Meng Tianran and Hu Cunlian went into labor at the same time, Huang Shiliang was guarding Hu Cunlian’s bedside when Huang Fei’er was born. Once Meng Tianran, who had just given birth to Huang Fei’er, learned of this, she dragged her exhausted body away in bitterness.

***

He felt not a shred of sympathy for his mother. If not for her coddling, how could Xie Tianci have turned out the way he was now?

A moment later, a man in a black suit approached Gu Sheng and Lei Ting, handing a set of car keys to Lei Ting.

"Shanshan is right; you are just too impulsive. If you had been more patient, you might have been able to persuade them." Xie Chuancai stood with his hands behind his back; having stayed out of it earlier, he now emerged to lecture others.

In a state of shock, the force of Zhang Qingyi’s Granite Giant Axe strike slowed, only to be caught by the sword intent and unable to advance even an inch further.

The Maybach slammed on its brakes, sinking into the soft, marsh-like road surface, narrowly avoiding the disaster of flipping over.

He was the one who pursued her, wasn't he? He was the one who proposed, wasn't he? Did he ever tell her about his past with Zuo Shan? If he had laid everything on the table, would she have chosen him?

Tong Xiangming also harbored doubts about Yong Yingying. He could kill this princess with a few punches; was it really possible to send her to assassinate Pei Huai'an?

If it were merely that, it might not have been much, as the chaotic looting by commoners would only lead to occasional arguments or, at most, physical scuffles.

After changing her clothes and applying medicine, Yue Emei happened to return, her expression relaxed, unlike the lost and dejected state she had been in when she left.

Discussing this matter left both mother and son somewhat tempted, primarily because the success of Xie Yuan offered them such immense allure. After all, how could people like them, who had started from nothing, possess such vast wealth as the Song family in such a short time?

"Such a thing certainly won't happen in the short term. After all, our foreign competitors are also constantly developing better products! If a problem were to arise, the company could very well collapse. No one wants to turn their back on money," Tang Feng said calmly.

"The number of buyers is not important. After all, there are very few companies that can afford such an advanced production line; they are mainly concentrated among those few! The main thing is that the price must be high enough! If the price isn't right, then I would rather not sell," Tang Feng added.