Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Man Helped Again

Tonight was cloudless, and the sky was ablaze with bright, countless stars. There were seldom any clouds over Yuanyang County, whether day or night. Find a stone bench, sit beneath a tree, and gaze at the tranquil heavens—the stars never grew tiresome, no matter how long one looked.

Those who lived at the bottom of society knew that life was not easy. Daily expenses were no joke. Yet this master and disciple pair ate well enough, enjoying a good life every day. It did not matter if they failed to do business for a single day, but if they went on failing to make money day after day, it was absurd to think they could avoid starving in the capital.

The more Charles listened, the more alarmed he became. He had considered only the situation in Persia and forgotten that the Han Kingdom had once conquered so many territories. If five million troops truly entered Rome, Macrinus’s newly acquired imperial throne would immediately become untenable. No—he absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen.

When the women realized that their husbands had been killed by this drummer, hatred surged in their hearts. You damned thing, what had we ever done to offend you? How could you kill our husbands? Could such a thing be tolerated? A life for a life was only right and proper. You would have to pay with your own life! They would report him to the authorities.

On the third day, Cao Cao had his soldiers eat their fill, then broke camp. The army slowly set out toward Prome.

A tall, slender, handsome man dressed in ancient robes walked in. On the tray in his hands sat a bowl of steaming soup.

Watching the bandits grow farther and farther away, Zhang Dali thought, “To hell with it. I’ll go take a look first. Li Tianyi is at home—if he discovers I’m gone, he’ll look after my mother.” Gritting his teeth, Zhang Dali followed the group.

“It’s him!”

Zheng Yuru let out a sound that was neither quite a sob nor quite a laugh, as though she had seen a ghost.

Compared with the down-and-out state he had been in at the Ninefold Divine Hall six months earlier, Zhao Yingyan now possessed a far more heroic and refined air, despite being trapped in the water prison. His bearing had changed as well, and his cultivation had risen dramatically.

If Tian Qingqing was fated to suffer this calamity, then the City God would bear no responsibility. But if she was not fated to suffer it, and you, City God, stood by watching as it happened, then you would have to bear the consequences. Who else could bear them? Now you want Bai Jianli to shoulder part of them too? It was simply unbelievable. City God, you were being far too naive.

“Then put your heads together and think. What things originally belonged to us, whether they were seized, stolen, or sold off illegally? Make a list of them... and then leave the rest to you. No problem, right?” Li Yuan said at last, smiling warmly at the members of the Great Ideal Group.

After hearing Professor Agasa’s explanation, Conan finally remembered that he was not the world-famous high-school detective, but Edogawa Conan, the child of one of Professor Agasa’s relatives.

Staring blankly at that familiar face, Tang Juyi’s lips trembled, but he still managed to hold back the word “Mom.”

He pressed the doorbell for a long time and knocked repeatedly, yet there was no response. Surely he could not simply break down the door and enter.

After dozens of rounds of verification, almost everyone was stunned. They cried out that it was unbelievable—nothing short of a miracle. Jiang Shiyu watched the scene before her, suddenly filled with resentment. She whispered a few words to Duo’er, whose eyes immediately lit up. The two of them glanced at Yang Fei with ill intentions.

After Nogizaka’s distinctive image, Keyakizaka would certainly have to adopt a more striking and stylish musical direction in order to distinguish itself from its seniors.

Once Mo Bai started giving things away, he found it hard to stop. He had originally wanted to give Gu Qiran several cultivation manuals as well, but after thinking it over, he restrained himself. This was, after all, only a memory. Although such things would appear within the memory owner’s recollections, interfering too deeply would ultimately be bad for her. He had already granted her five hundred years of cultivation—more than enough for her to protect herself.

While silently offering Shi Chuanxiang a little encouragement, Tang Juyi accelerated his legs even further.

Of course, the emperor of the Lin Kingdom was not blind. So long as Great Yan promised them certain benefits, they would presumably not become insatiably greedy.

Yin Ruojun pulled Mo Xi along and prepared to leave, but two reporters happened to notice them. They immediately raised their cameras and began taking pictures.

He paused briefly. A strange radiance shot from his eyes. It was the distinctive expression of a scientist who had devoted his entire life to scientific exploration and had finally achieved results in his research.

After leaving the bar, the cool night breeze cleared Ouyang Bingbing’s mind somewhat. Her head was still dizzy, however, and she also felt nauseated. The weakness in her legs left her unwilling yet unable to do anything but lean against Wei Feng’s chest and let him support her as they walked forward.

The world knew astonishingly little about New Guinea, especially the rugged mountain ranges deep in the island’s interior. Even the maps drawn by explorers left that region entirely blank.

What was this thing? Was it an insect? No one had ever heard of such a creature. Unfortunately, after the thunderous crackling continued for a while, it suddenly subsided. The amber gradually returned to its hazy pale yellow, making it impossible to see what lay within.

Zhang Ling was not afraid of them. With a light tap from the tip of his toe, he sent the ball rolling along the grass and into the penalty area. His body immediately sprang into the air, both hands pressing down on the shoulders of the two opposing defenders. In a manner that should have been impossible, he squeezed between them.

He was through on goal.

“An underground river!” Light flickered in Li Xun’s eyes, but his thoughts differed somewhat from those of Shui Dielan.

Next came a dense succession of countless explosive pops. The Blood Disperser’s body suddenly swelled once more, returning to its original size. Yet during the process, every scrap of covering vanished from his body, while his flesh gradually lost its blood-red color and turned gray-white.