Volume I, Chapter 37: The Reversed Gear Lever

Previously, it had been cowed by Wu Zijian’s tyranny, pouring out everything it knew without reservation, as if spilling beans from a bamboo tube. Lin Yu’s expression changed, raising his head to see that there was another version of himself lying on the bed, his face withered and bluish, clearly lifeless. Yan Shuang held ice in her left hand and fire in her right, creating a world of ice and flames, instantly freezing and burning the members of the Blood Hall. Seeing this, Jia Yi, unable to care for anything else, hurriedly suppressed his cultivation back to the initial stage of Qi Refining in panic.

“Don’t… don’t say any more.” Bai Shouyi clutched his chest, his face growing even paler; the mere regret itself had already caused internal injuries.

“Yuming, have you thought of me at all? I don’t know why, but lately I keep thinking of you!” Qin Manyun finally revealed her true feelings, breaking free from her previous facade of calm indifference.

The road from the left bank of the Jialing River to Dazhu County did not require crossing the towering Huaying Mountain, and the route was fairly good, but it was by no means short—over two hundred li in total.

“Whew, thank goodness I’ve regained a bit of strength…” At this moment, An Xiaoyu took a deep breath and spoke aloud.

Zhu Pingjin forbade it, yet the important ministers and generals begged again and again. After three rounds of this, Zhu Pingjin could only relent, agreeing to their request: their rank would remain, but their benefits would be reduced by two levels.

This fellow not only talked but gesticulated wildly, drawing even more laughter from those around. It seemed clear he was intent on sabotaging Zhu Pingjin’s affair.

As if pricked by a needle, I quickly drew my hand back. K didn’t notice, still wearing that handsome smile, turned to hand over two more cups of oolong tea, then pressed his fingers together.

Chu Qing never expected this monk to recognize her, much less address her as “Fairy.” She was slightly surprised, caught off guard and stood frozen on the spot.

At this thought, Wang Zifeng shouted loudly, leaping down from the tree and throwing a punch at the mysterious man.

Suddenly, darkness fell before my eyes and the wind at my ears vanished; I was swept into a warm embrace, replaced by a faint scent of wood.

A glance in the mirror revealed the right side of my face swelling rapidly, like an inflated ball—painful and itchy, making me cry even harder.

Chu Qing looked on in horror and saw that the inner carved window panel had crashed to the ground, while the outer layer of pitch-black waterproof planks had only been pushed inward. That enormous claw scratched several more times at the black plank, but seemed unable to break through, finally giving up and leaving.

After Tuantuan was born, she would often run to the Nan family to play all kinds of games with Tuantuan.

There was even one bold man who actually pulled out two taels of silver from his sleeve and slapped them on the table, then swaggered over to sit down, his eyes fixed greedily on Zhangzhu’s face, barely stopping short of making a move.

Suddenly hearing something about herself, Chu Lan looked up at Nan Fu with reddened eyes, like a frightened rabbit.

No matter what the truth really was, she only knew that Yun Qingyu, that genius writer, had fallen just like that.

Brother Dao’s face instantly darkened when he saw how many people Li Qin had prepared. Clearly, a clash with Li Qin’s men was not part of the plan, and he hadn’t intended for things to escalate so soon.

The icy blue specks vanished, and in the distant valleys to the north and south, a person on each side let out a soft sigh.

Hopefully Li Tian wouldn’t take it to heart, Li Yuhan stole a glance at him and, seeing he made no significant move, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Zhi uploaded last night’s work to his phone and waited quietly for Lu Chuxue to contact him again.

Even though she’d experienced love in her previous life, those were only memories. Qin E’s face flushed bright red, the spiritual spring water swirling with mist, making her head swim. Their bodies pressed close, and even through the fabric she could feel the heat coming from him.

Before leaving, Qin E didn’t forget to summarize the day’s affairs at court, especially the tasks Chu Feng had assigned to her and Xiao Changxiu, revealing her caution and dedication to her duties.

“Will the joint exam between several model high schools be very difficult?” Qin Jiayan began to worry.

By now, I’d finally recovered, but I was truly furious with Li Qin. At first she acted as though she had feelings for me, but just when I started to fall for her, she tasered me with a stun baton—she was just playing with me all along.

But now Yu Qing had not yet returned to her place, and the power of Phoenix Spirit could not be fully summoned—consuming blood essence was the height of folly. Who would have known that Yu Qing had already spent a drop that morning watching Fan Sheng’s Azure Luan Sword make a breakthrough, and now another time so soon? At this point, Yu Qing was in poor shape.

While learning the details, Mu Tao’s father’s face had already grown terribly unsightly; during this time, he clenched his fists and glared at Mu Qiao several times.

Ye Haoyang paused for a moment, then turned off the presidential palace model and opened another data package, displaying many weapon model components to everyone.

So many, in fact, that even seeing only the corpses made people’s spines chill, shivering in fear and not daring to step forward.

But with Ruan Shiyan present, Song Zehan could do nothing to him and so turned back.

“It’s very relevant. Major.” The youth stepped forward without a trace. “The Alliance government treats special forces as expendables. That’s an undeniable fact. We are crucial, yes, but not irreplaceable. That’s why the Surface Project never gave us the treatment we deserved, even though it couldn’t do without us.”

The next morning, everyone set off again. Dongfang Dong and the Demon Lord of Heavenbreaker also changed into the Huo family guards’ uniforms and followed the group. They’d made up their minds—no matter how cold-faced the Mistress was, they would stick around no matter what.

This brother bought so many clothes at once; he must be rich, able to buy lots of wild chickens and boars.

“You think the imperial palace is a tourist spot? Buy a ticket and you can go in?” Tangtang felt extremely disgruntled—there were always people thicker-skinned than her, such as Nangong Jingnan.

His appearance was ordinary, and even in new clothes, he didn’t stand out, not even as much as the monk Lingkong, who at least attracted attention. Now his cultivation was at the warrior level.

This is the origin of Moye. Of course, Zhang Cheng didn’t believe it—this was just legend. But the sword was indeed powerful, and could not be underestimated.

Perhaps because air is invisible and intangible, hard to observe. Jiang Lan steadied herself and decided to pick an object for the experiment.

“Hand it over, or else…” The man reluctantly complied. Unexpectedly, Dong Zhanyun discovered he’d made a copy, but didn’t pay it much mind. Watching the girls bustling about, Dong Zhanyun simply helped out for a while longer.