Volume 1, Chapter 42: It Is Not Too Late to Make Amends

Behind the site where the First Emperor of Qin sought immortals, the endless sea stretches out. Many people are swimming along the shore, and scattered sports equipment dots the golden sands. Not far away, a long pier extends into the sea, with an antique-style pavilion standing at its end.

Bai Xue was filled with bitterness he could not voice. He had never expected these nine azure dragons to be so formidable. Seeing the Siamese cat move with such ease, suppressing the demonic coffin, he had mistakenly underestimated the power of the bronze relic; now, with a single blow, he was utterly defeated.

Before I could finish speaking, I felt a sense of relief wash over my body. Looking closely, I realized that Shu Ni had pulled Zuo’er off me. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Shu Ni hooked her arms around my neck, hanging her entire weight upon me.

He scrambled to his feet, stripped off all his clothes, and began to run wildly across the desert, desperate to escape the Flaming Desert at once.

"Big brother, let us speak inside." Lu Shuang’er did not accept Lu Lingzhi's formal salute. Too anxious to ask about his health, she hurriedly ushered him into the hall to talk.

Lu Shuqing hesitated. He felt this uncle looked kind, but why would a stranger help him? After a moment of thought, he reasoned that since no one else would help him anyway, he might as well use this man. Once he achieved his goal, he would simply leave—would the man even be able to find him?

"In short, let me tell you this! If every action is explained away by some 'reason' or another, then there would be no such thing as crime in this world!" He delivered this in a deep, forceful tone, then, without another glance, rose and walked out of my room.

"The nearest ferry crossing has been washed away by the flood. We must head to the next one; we should arrive before dark," Zhao Tianji said to Huangfu Chen, a smile playing on his lips, his mood seemingly quite good.

Before the two-headed eagle could finish speaking, the jellyfish surfaced, its strange, eerie eyes staring coldly at Mo Rongzhan and the others.

Luo Li scrambled down from Qin Wanqiu's lap, clutching Lin Miao’s hand as if afraid she might get lost.

Nearly a month had passed since he had pleaded his case to Huang Jin. Despite seeing each other every day, Eunuch Huang had dragged his feet until now to give a definitive answer.

Everyone fought tooth and nail, only to end up striking at empty air, eventually parting ways in a chaotic mess.

Meanwhile, the chrysalis formed of chaotic energy slowly fractured, and from within stepped a burly figure.

Because the Ouhai Medical College, which acts so arrogant in front of the Ouhai University, would be considered nothing but trash if ranked among all the medical schools in the country.

This room was the best in the inn, but at most, it was a space of about thirty square meters. A folding screen divided it into a sitting area and a bedroom; apart from slightly more luxurious decorations, it was nothing special.

But when he saw the fortress of Masyaf engulfed in raging flames under the heavy assault of the Sultan of Damascus, the young Master Assassin instantly lost his composure.

In terms of time, it felt like more than half a month remained, but counting on one's fingers, it was actually right around the corner.

At the same time, Hans Leitdorf, Grand Master of the Order of Templars, arrived at the Imperial Royal Court in Braunschweig.

The bickering in the chaotic space continued, their voices fading, fading, until there was only total darkness. A sudden plunge—falling frantically through endless space, while twisted and maddened Warp creations obscured the edges of sight.

A string of bullets rained down like water. Just as the President opened his eyes to shout a curse, he saw the monster arch its back as the shots rang out, diving into the sand and vanishing in an instant.

Xiahou Qie understood, and those around him—including Ying Zheng himself—understood as well. Ji Shang had said this specifically to stabilize the public. If word spread that Ying Zheng’s life was in danger, how could the front lines continue to fight? The entire Qin political scene would be thrown into turmoil, and Xianyang would surely fall into chaos.

The Great Qian Dynasty had always hidden this secret space; if it were discovered, the actions the opposing side might take were impossible to predict.

Qin Zhen looked on in annoyance as such a great beauty was allowed to leave. Of course, he could not show it too clearly, so he merely threw away the remote control he had stolen from Tieban Richuan in disappointment.

"Hehe!" The monkey nodded with a touch of pride; that, indeed, was the pride and achievement of his life.

He had clearly expected him to head toward the Elf Forest, yet this rascal had taken a sudden, wide detour, appearing in a completely different direction and wreaking havoc on the branch of the Temple of War in a nearby city.

Kled rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. Even when Adam stood right before him, Kled remained in a state of disbelief.

Meng Fan looked at the solid wall behind him. For some reason, a strong desire surged within him; he wanted to pass through this wall and see what lay beyond.

"Is that so? I won't hide it from you; I have indeed done it once." Meng Fan would not lie to Li Qiuyun about such matters; he saw no reason to.

A wave of intense regret washed over him, but even if Ian had truly hidden the GN Drive and the Gundam, the enemy would have easily killed him for it and taken the items by force anyway. It was precisely because he understood this that 874 had not asked him to protect the GN Drive, choosing instead to pilot the mobile suit into battle himself.

Some people realized this was no simple matter. It was winter, and the man was not wearing heavy clothing; even if he could maintain his body temperature with internal energy, it was impossible to be this hot.

Hearing the sound of people around her fumbling for their pouches, Song Nian'an also bent down to pick one at random. She thought that even if she chose, it was useless; Li Changfu had likely designed the whole thing.

Of course, the praise from last time had been watered down, the source of that dilution being the halo of familial affection. But this time, compared to that previous praise, this was clearly genuine and from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, Tao Mingxi’s earnest instructions were something Xie Qiaoyun would always keep in her heart. Thus, while she remained in the palace and Tao Mingxi was still there, she maintained her integrity and did nothing out of line, which was how she managed to survive in this palace.

When Song Nian'an woke up, the first person she asked for was Luo Nan, which made Ye Shen somewhat unhappy. He responded with a sullen grunt.