Chapter 55: Two Pairs of "Lovers"

"I feel like this place is even more chaotic than Karachi," Wan Xiaoling said, her eyes fixed on the northwest, where sporadic gunshots had just rung out.

"Of course," Zhang Liang replied casually, scanning their surroundings. "Karachi, after all, is the base of the Pakistani Navy. The intelligence bureau, the police station, the navy offices—they're all well established. At most, people get into fistfights, but no one dares to use guns so freely."

This place, right on the border with Afghanistan, was crawling with various armed factions who wandered around with nothing better to do. It would be strange if it weren’t in chaos…

"B2, change position."

Qingluan glanced at Lin Yu, who lay motionless on the ground, then at Huang Qiyun beside her. A faint smile appeared on her lips.

Jin Shengzhe’s right arm shot out like lightning, his fist blazing through the bloody air with unstoppable force, heading straight for the Giant Crocodile King’s one good eye.

"Ye Long, there are some things that can’t be solved just by fists alone," Sister Mei said, looking at Ye Long. "They’re police, and if we keep fighting like this, we’re the ones who’ll suffer."

From below came another earth-shattering roar—not of anger, but of excitement.

Ye Fei shook his head, at a loss for words. Zhang Kun’s desperate pleas, however, struck him as amusing, making him chuckle.

"You said it yourself. Tell me, since you’re one of the old man’s people, you must have heard of Sister Mei, right?" Ye Long asked Du Jianguo.

"Oh, you’re such a scoundrel! You won’t even let me share such explosive news. Hmph! I’m not talking to you anymore. Where’s my sister? I want to talk to her." Xue Piaopiao pouted in displeasure, but Jiang Yun managed to restrain her before she could blurt out the news.

It was already good enough not to upset her master—rebelling wasn’t even an option.

"You’re talking about him? It’s just the way he’s always been, sickly by nature. You misunderstood."

In a flash, the spiritual milk was absorbed by the nimble branches as swiftly as water vanishes into the sea, gone in an instant.

Shen Miaoge had always believed herself ill, and thought her brothers had died of sickness as well. So she was sad but not angry. But now, as her suspicions about her own illness grew, her heart was filled with more than just rage—for all who lived in the Shen household were her family.

Eating was best with a crowd; the lively atmosphere stoked everyone’s appetite. Chrysanthemum didn’t care whether the food was salty or spicy—she ate two in one go. Plum and the others each had three, finishing off the first batch straight from the oven.

No one knew how much time had passed when Ren Yuan finally mastered his dragon form. From this moment, he could transform at will, possessing all thirteen of the dragon’s divine abilities.

Sensing Fara’s genuine passion for magic, Melanie tried asking her questions about it. To her surprise, Fara replied with extraordinary detail and enthusiasm, leaving Melanie greatly enlightened.

Dan Ni had never been one to wallow in grief or panic. Now that she knew Zheng Quan was still alive and her own health was failing, she resolved to remain on the island and wait for news.

Zhen Shiniang had already changed the subject. "Is there something you need, Sister Li?" If it was just to deliver some sticky cake, she could have sent a servant.

Looking closely at the entire story, you’ll find that people are even more cunning and terrifying than ghosts. Moreover, humanity has mastered a unique weapon: saliva. This fits perfectly with a proposition in our country’s ethical philosophy—saliva can drown a person.

Originally, Zuo Jiang planned to go home for a shower, but since he had to call Tao Fei, he decided to bathe at her place instead. Bidding Song Kexin farewell, he left the school, took the bus to Donghu Hotel, and knocked on Tao Fei’s room door. Hearing no response, he used the key she had given him to let himself in—sure enough, the room was empty.

Along one side of the ancestral hall, the three rooms to the east had been opened up as classrooms, while the three rooms to the west served as Master Zhou’s quarters. In the center stood an old plum tree, its lipstick-pink blossoms vivid and striking against the snowy landscape.