Chapter 69: Lin Siqing, carry me on your back

Outside the restaurant, night had already quietly fallen. The city's neon lights flickered with multicolored brilliance, decorating the street like a dreamscape.
Zhang Chenxi's phone suddenly rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and his expression shifted slightly.
He smiled apologetically to everyone and said, "I'm sorry, I have an urgent matter to attend to and need to head back first."
With that, he turned and hurried away, his figure quickly vanishing into the night.
It would have been one thing if there were no clues at all, but now that her teacher had suddenly reappeared alive, all those seemingly accidental anomalies over the years suddenly connected. Then she understood, grasping what had truly transpired beneath this seemingly glamorous village.
Meanwhile, Zhu Zhongqiu was still clutching a bullet shell in the palm of his hand—a welcoming gift given to him by Chen Jiusi, shaped roughly like a peanut.
Using the body of a slightly robust ordinary person to withstand the iron fists of a top-tier assassin.
With a bang, the fat general's head exploded, and a splash of blood erupted, scattering into the air and falling like rain.
Yet she never dared to dwell on it, because the very person who could be considered the prime suspect had consistently supported the Tohsaka family.
To accomplish great things, one must rally a group of allies. Xin Ligang, with his formidable martial arts and unwavering loyalty, was naturally the prime choice.
In truth, Old Qiu's status and influence were on par with Old Jin's, but Qiu Yanting was Old Qiu's biological son after all, necessitating caution to avoid conflicts of interest, making it inconvenient for him to step forward personally.
Influenced by the joyous moods of those around her, Lu Changyao had been in high spirits these past few days. At the same time, her relationship with Feiyu grew increasingly inseparable.
Saying this, Ye Xiao cast a disdainful glance at her and turned to walk into the house, leaving Hashimoto Nanami standing alone in the chilly wind, utterly disheveled.
Out in the desolate wilderness, Qing Hu wondered to herself: with a divine being by her side, wouldn't her wandering days become a bit too comfortable?
Not long after, the phone rang again. I never touch my phone during work hours. Hearing the sound, I remained unmoved and continued working diligently.
"He—he actually planted a worm inside me?" Looking at the spiritual bug that had been expelled, Ye Qingyan instantly felt an overwhelming wave of nausea.
Normally, if someone talked back a couple of times, people would just walk away. Who acts like this person, boldly shouting over the phone?
Dachun was genuinely surprised by their attitude. This must be some kind of underworld jargon used to declare their identity, right?
Since they were all human beings, why should she validate every single word they uttered? Right and wrong required her own critical thinking, rather than being dictated solely by certain individuals.
Five days ago, an immortal riding an ape who claimed to be the Cloud-Treading Crane passed by. Had he been willing to help back then, things wouldn't have collapsed all the way to the third level.
As they continued chatting afterward, Lin Mujie learned from him that he, along with most of the people in this convoy, had come from elsewhere, traveling together upon hearing that the Lin Family Town was purchasing pearls at high prices.
While Jiuxian was momentarily stunned and failed to catch her, Qing Hu went thud, landing hard on the ground.
Just as Li Wushuang was standing before the harvest leaderboard, feeling stunned as she looked at the names upon it, a reincarnation suddenly recognized her and called out.
Yet later, upon hearing Jun Mufeng describe the scene of that night, Nie Tianlong also learned her true identity.
It was just that such celestial medicines were exceedingly rare; could it be that they had stumbled upon one by sheer luck this time?
The medicinal decoction was ready in the kitchen, and Nangong Xiaoyao handed the bowl at a moderate temperature to Nangong Wuming, who drank it down in one gulp.
However, her therapist had given her two key rules: first, do not treat procrastination as a disease—relaxing about it could actually yield much better results; and second, absolutely avoid perfectionism, keeping firmly in mind that no one in this world is perfect.