Volume One, Chapter 56: What We Cannot Forget Will Echo Back

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Wen Zhi could scarcely breathe. She turned her head away, but Shen Nianchi had no intention of letting her go.

“Brother…”

Their foreheads rested against each other.

“Don’t call me that. Call me by my name, Shengsheng.”

Shen Nianchi spoke in a low voice, his tone deep and husky.

He reached out and tousled her hair, a wanton smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Good girl…”

He pressed a kiss to the center of her brow.

Wen Zhi felt that kiss descend straight into her heart, where peach blossoms seemed to bloom—flamboyant and alluring.

Her heart pounded wildly, her face burning hot, yet he showed no intention of sparing her…

“Shen Nianchi…” Wen Zhi gasped.

“Hmm?” His voice was intoxicating as wine.

“Thank…”

Everyone knew how much a penalty shootout mattered. The first player to take a penalty carried the heaviest pressure, along with the hopes of the entire team, and bore the crucial responsibility of determining the opening result with a single kick.

The program also mentioned that the clothes people would wear in the future would incorporate a new bulletproof graphene material developed in laboratories. It would be lighter and more supple than ordinary bulletproof vests, feeling no different from a regular shirt.

This was absurd. Where were all those supposed contingency plans, those supposed inside contacts, that supposed courage and resourcefulness?

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Absorbing yin energy and absorbing yang energy were both methods of cultivating magical power. Too much yang energy was bad, and too much yin energy was bad as well. Yet yin energy was often much easier to absorb than yang energy.

At his command, the attendants grew excited once more, and the already-ransacked restaurant descended into another uproar.

Although Su An and the other man had blasted open the entrance with their long swords, the mountain was massive and the passage had not been completely cleared. Even with the limited number of experts among the tens of thousands fighting with all their might, the results were meager. By the time the passage was finally opened, scarcely anyone would remain.

Happy? Of course he was happy. His son had gone out into the world and struggled for three years, only to build a company valued at two hundred billion dollars. How could he not be happy?

Then he stripped off his shirt. Master Mao dipped more than a dozen seals into vermilion paste and stamped them one by one across his chest and back, then pressed the seal marks into his body with his hands. Only then was he truly considered registered and officially entered into the household records.

The instant the collapsing roar echoed outward, dazzling rays of seven-colored light burst forth. Within that radiance, the Seven-Colored Daoist took a great step forward and entered the Realm of the Broken Plateau.

Just like his conduct since appearing, Chen Jing remained composed and calm as still water. Though a trace of caution showed on his face, he was not anxious in the least. Whether he was confident of victory or merely pretending to be calm was impossible to tell.

She had barely run a few steps before she fell straight onto the ground. When I looked more closely, I saw that her shoes had come loose during her frantic struggle; one had even slipped halfway off. Once she started running, she tripped over herself.

Hua Ziyuan immediately spoke up. In truth, he had never intended to kill Long Yuan, because he knew that if Long Yuan died, the Hua and Long families would probably tear the heavens apart.

For Slytherin, a vast network of relationships that could function smoothly was sometimes more important than the good fortune brought by Felix Felicis—and this was even more true for Professor Slughorn, who was so devoted to such things.

Before long, Chen Yan reached a stretch of road where the light was dim and few people passed. It seemed that Iron Brother had investigated Chen Yan’s route and knew that part of it was both deserted and poorly lit.

Before he had even finished speaking, that antiquated “ring-ring-ring” once again filled the hospital room.

Zuo Chao’s words were no more meaningful to me than a fart, and I could not be bothered to respond. I glared at him. How could I not hate him? Who had beaten me time and again and trampled my dignity? Who had made me lose face completely in front of Ye Shanshan? So my hatred for him was no less than his hatred for me.

In truth, it could be considered almost a supreme-grade immortal artifact. It was simply that the Primal Chaos Ring had never truly become one.

Lan Fei really had her period, so she could not go into the water. Rat therefore suggested that everyone spend the afternoon indoors—singing songs and playing ball—and the girls had no objections.

Xia Zihan said to Nanny Deng, “Take that box of silver to the money exchange and have it converted into banknotes when you have time. Banknotes will be more convenient to carry when we need to spend money.”

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But danger was everywhere here, and finding a quiet place to break through was clearly impossible. Since a peaceful breakthrough was out of the question, he would break through in the midst of battle.

“Two things. First, I was the one who killed Li Yunshan.” Bei Wuyou took a drag from his cigarette. He knew that Wang Tianqi knew Li Yunshan, and that he had come today to strike fear into the other side by making an example of someone. If he was going to strike, he had to make it loud enough. Otherwise, if he failed to shake the tiger, his trip would have been for nothing.

Bai Lengye was extremely depressed. He was a very clever man, yet somehow, in this person’s mouth, he had become a reckless idiot.

Only then did I suddenly understand. I had always been the one saying that we should separate, but whenever anything happened to him, I was always the first to become frantic. I knew perfectly well that I was worrying for nothing, yet I could never stop myself from fretting over his safety.

Under the murderous stares of everyone around them, Bai Lengye calmly held Fang Xiaoyu’s hand as the two of them strolled down the street in silence.

Madam Wang strode forward, the snow crunching beneath her feet. She stared at me with her eyes wide, the black Daoist robe she wore appearing especially grim against the white snow.

“Exactly! If the boss gets angry, we’ll all suffer for it!” someone else chimed in.

“Ah, there was a traffic jam on the way, so I’m late. Please don’t take offense.” Bei Wuyou gave an awkward smile and sat directly in the chief seat to one side, showing not the slightest trace of courtesy.

“Wang Tianqi, may you die a horrible death! I was sent by the organization to protect you, and you actually tried to kill me. May you die a horrible death!” The member of the Number One Under Heaven drew several deep breaths, then glared viciously at Wang Tianqi and cursed him harshly.

Old Fourth Insect had originally belonged to Guo Weixin’s faction, but later betrayed Guo Weixin. This showed that Old Fourth Insect possessed extraordinary resilience.

Lan Shuixian had once said that if they were outside, she could poison every one of the bone soldiers until not even the dregs remained. But here, it was not as though she had no combat ability at all. Likewise, although everyone had lost their cultivation and could fight only with their bodies like ordinary mortals, cultivators’ bodies were all exceptionally powerful.

A crimson ring of light flashed across the ground. A moment later, a magical beast with its tail tucked between its legs appeared before everyone.

This was the most secret and luxurious club under the Hua Corporation. Unless one possessed a platinum card issued by the club, no one could pass through the layers of security to reach the third floor and enter the VIP suite without obstruction. An ordinary entertainment reporter certainly lacked such ability.

“Really? Then of course I’m going. It’ll make up for what we lost earlier!” Li Hai rolled up his sleeves, instantly becoming enthusiastic.

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