Chapter 56: The Merciless Way of Heaven
The words "Heaven's Mandate and Fate" made Chu Yuyao suddenly lift her head to look at Li Yan, her eyes locked tightly onto him. Chu Ruoyan is the girl destined by fate? Then what was the original protagonist? Merely cannon fodder? So, her own arrival had changed the fate that was supposed to be doomed?
"System, is this world based on a book? Is Chu Ruoyan the female lead? Then am I just the expendable character who doesn’t survive past three episodes?" Chu Yuyao screamed inwardly, cold sweat instantly soaking her back.
"Stop guessing, the village chief is taking us to sell fish," Tang Gaoming said, deliberately pausing after his words.
Qin Zhi’ai was startled; she hadn’t even had time to ponder the meaning of those four words. She raised her head, not even able to catch a glimpse of what that man looked like before he released her arm, circled around her, and left at lightning speed.
Silence, a deathly silence! Many of the new recruits and even the instructors were left with their mouths half open, faces frozen in disbelief. At that moment, their minds went completely blank—Meng Tao had actually won. How could he have won?
Ning Jing’s extraordinary memory meant he was more easily moved by memories than anyone else, but fortunately, there was only one thing that could truly confuse him. Most of the time, he remained graceful.
Inside an ordinary star, it’s typically filled with various substances of high density and temperature. These stars are simply ones that lost at the starting line.
As for rolling around in bed, Ning Jing had already passed that age; now he couldn’t really bring himself to do such things. He could, but there was no need.
Glazing is a very lengthy process. This kiln was Lu Zi'an’s first work in porcelain craftsmanship, and deep down he was actually quite expectant.
"Uh..." The black-clad instructor had no idea what a waterline was; he was merely carrying out orders as instructed.
When the two sat together, they didn’t know what to say. The atmosphere of mutual silence quickly turned awkward.
Shi Xiaofeng broke out in a cold sweat as well. If it hadn’t been for the warning from the heavenly bead just now, and if he had waited until Chi Min’s startled cry to dodge, he might not have escaped danger.
"Mingfan! Why is it you!? You’ve been lying to me all along! How could you do this!?" Wang Fei cried out, gun in hand, pointed at Mingfan.
"Professor Ming, do you have any objections? Mingfan is, after all, your brother," the elderly professor asked.
"Is there something you need, Mingfan?" Mingjing kept her voice as low as possible, glancing back now and then to see if Mingtai would be awakened by her. Mingfan felt an inexplicable envy, but as the elder brother, such feelings seemed inappropriate. So he simply stayed silent.
There was nothing else to do but take medicine and injections punctually. Ten days later, he finally recovered, without any lingering ailments. He could still sing, though he had lost his passion, his face prematurely aged.
Sadly, she would never realize that she was gradually sinking into this quagmire, unable to escape. If Minglou really was a member of the resistance, and one day fell into her hands, what would she do then?
Avi looked back at Fide as he left, his heart full of gratitude and admiration for this senior. Fide’s composure in the face of crisis was something Avi had never seen, and he made a silent vow to himself to become as calm as Fide one day.
At the dining table, the atmosphere returned to its initial harmony. Without so many convoluted thoughts mixed in, it truly resembled a happy family.
"Well? Did you find anything out?" Mingcheng asked, watching Minglou who had just hung up the phone, his expression troubled.
Seeing her anxious and uneasy expression, I signaled to Li Huanhuan to take Zhou Hui upstairs.
Reaching out to touch the membrane, with a pop, Qingcang’s right hand passed through without any obstruction. Suddenly, his right hand sank, and an even stronger gravitational force erupted on the other side of the membrane.