Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Way of Survival in the Apocalypse

Feng Sheng turned his head and saw Luo Yangyang’s large, crystalline eyes fixed intently on the barbecue stall, as if she had discovered some world-class delicacy.

"Young Master Chen, the banquet is about to begin and President Qin has yet to arrive. Shouldn't you go and check on that?" Yi Mengrong noticed he kept introducing her to people and encouraging her to drink, especially with his group of fair-weather friends, and their constant insistence on plying her with alcohol made her suspect they were doing it on purpose.

"Is there any other news?" Feng Qi asked while eating the lotus seeds Qing Ye had peeled for her, feeling a bit uneasy; after all, one is always less inclined to speak ill of those whose food one has eaten.

Mu Yuncheng knew that if he did not agree to his demands now, the man would certainly hunt down the others and kill them.

The room was large, and looking in through Serena’s half-open door, Hugo’s view was limited; he could not see any sign of Luo Yangyang.

Seeing this, the other team members dared not prolong the battle; they unleashed a few haphazard energy attacks as a distraction before turning and pursuing him closely.

After the two elders caused a public scene at the company, they finally sat down to eat in peace. Having been husband and wife for over forty years, many things did not need to be spoken; they could understand each other just by a glance.

Feng Qi closed the window and cracked the carriage door open just a sliver. Su Ning was still there, sitting on the horse pulling the carriage. Hearing a sound behind her, she turned her head, and Feng Qi quickly shut the door again.

Goudan scrambled over from a vegetable patch, leaped into my arms with a flurry of motion, and began licking my face incessantly. Although I had often petted Goudan before, I had no concept of what it actually looked like.

However, Ye Zhonglang’s cultivation and realm were far beyond what Lan Siqing could reach. Once the surroundings finally settled, the dawn light began to peek through, and the mist gradually thinned, Ye Zhonglang merely glanced around and said, "Let’s go."

"What if an assassin gets in..." Ye Qinghan’s expression was quite earnest as he stared intently at Ziyue’s body.

Chen Xiao treated Liu Tong on the spot, channeling true essence into his body, but his brow furrowed immediately, locking tight.

These mechanical objects were indescribable, save for the fact that on each of their two sides, there was a wing resembling that of a fly.

As the words fell, Chen Xiao leaped into the air, charging toward the top of Sun Wei’s head like a great bird, his palms striking down with savage force from above.

Chen Xiao shook his head lightly and said, "People like you are not qualified to lay a hand on my master."

Three hundred meters behind the man, Su Yingxue followed, maintaining a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

"What are you thinking about, looking like an idiot?" Just as I was immersed in my memories, sighing to myself while tapping the table, Chen Bo suddenly rapped me on the head and spoke.

Lu Wan pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "The two of you, follow me and see where these bloodstains lead!" With that, he leaped onto the wall first.

After Xuan Zhu bathed and changed, he donned a celadon-colored robe, with a matching jade pendant tied to his belt. This was the only heirloom his sister had left behind, and he never parted with it.

The first two steps, air-drying and draining, were merely basic preparations with little technical complexity, but the subsequent tea-waving was truly critical.

Don't you find it strange? How I caught your father later? When I found him, he had already turned into a beast, actually engaging in illicit acts with animals.

The sky was a deep blue, without a single cloud. Above, the scorching sun hung high, and there was not a breath of wind. The willow trees planted along the palace path looked sickly; their leaves were curled and coated in dust, and the branches remained perfectly still.

Li Changqing smiled politely, stepped forward to shake the old man’s hand, and observed his complexion without leaving a trace.

It was not as lively as in previous years, and while a few hoped to use the New Year as an opportunity to secure a promotion, it remained a pipe dream. After all, with the incident involving Princess Shu Ying, who had the influence to make the Emperor look upon them favorably and grant a higher rank?

The monkey wine was potent; after drinking their fill, everyone was tipsy, lying on the ground with their limbs splayed and white bellies exposed, sleeping soundly.

As soon as the space was torn open, a terrifying aura instantly pressed down, making it afraid to move, followed by the appearance of a Taiji diagram in the water.

"I have not yet gone to pay my respects to Lord Jinghan. Speaking of which, since Lord Jinghan is in charge of the frontier, I must naturally visit the Shaanxi Commander first; he is my direct superior." After Hu Pinzhi finished speaking, the two shared a laugh.

"Luo Xue has already gone to pass the message," Luo Yu said in a soft voice, reaching out to take the comb from Yao Chuxi’s hand.

Xi Ruliu’s smile grew significantly warmer, and she accompanied the old Madam Bi in reminiscing about the glory days when she was in her prime, creating a much more harmonious atmosphere.

"Welcome, Holy Seat Ailuna. We offer you our most devout praises," the two bigwigs said in unison.

Before long, Aizhuolina’s buttocks had healed, leaving only a faint red cross-shaped scar.

Meng Tianchu was caught off guard and pushed backward, stumbling. He grew angry, thinking to himself: I may not have much pride, but I still have a bit of backbone. Since this isn't a sincere marriage and is merely a game, why should I debase myself? I’ll just treat it as if it were a spring dream.

Jian Ning sat back in her seat, picked up another comb from the vanity, and began to groom her black hair listlessly.

Forget it. As the saying goes, soldiers come to block, water comes to cover; I’m not exactly a gentleman anyway. He nodded.

"Sleep now, let’s go and rest together!" Dou Jiande looked at the map with lingering attachment before smiling and giving the order.

At the dinner table, the group discussed specific methods regarding the osmanthus, weighed the various possibilities, and talked a bit about Qiaohong before finishing their lively meal.

Mei Changsu rose to see the three of them to the door, watching them depart. The drums for the second watch sounded just at that moment; he paused and listened silently for a while, staring at the silent mansion in the dark of night, and only after a long time did he slowly close the door.

Seeing his second brother injured, the water-wounding ghost struck directly at Chunhua’s head with a water-staff. The blow was powerful yet fluid, carried within the wind with overwhelming force. However, Chunhua did not dodge or defend; instead, he swung his sword directly at the water-wounding ghost’s fingers, followed immediately by a move called "Moon Reflected in the Water," thrusting his blade straight into the ghost’s dantian.