Day 65

It took the two of them a long and wobbly while to finally reach the corridor. Such a short distance felt remarkably exhausting to walk.

At the same time, with a snap of his fingers, Ye Fei materialized right in front of Zhan Jianning, startling her so much that she spat out the coffee she had just been drinking.

Both of them were seasoned veterans in official circles and certainly wouldn't judge a situation by its surface appearance, especially Liu Ye, who stared thoughtfully at Song Yi.

As soon as Zhao Ren stepped into the maze array, he pulled a talisman from his storage ring and headed straight for the array's core.

Stunned by my sharp retort, the fellow was momentarily at a loss for words. He could only point a finger at me and glare with fierce resentment.

A chill ran through the manager's heart. He never expected to find zombies inside the hotel, and he simply couldn't fathom why this was happening.

Behind the only intact brick kiln, a row of distinctly visible footprints caught the eye, clearly belonging to a man.

Fu Xiaoyun almost laughed out loud. She hadn't even set up the gambling table yet, and someone was already rushing forward to place a bet, practically begging to "give away money."

Wearing a look of profound disappointment at his lack of improvement, I watched as he straightened his posture and ignored me further. My resentful gaze, born of being overlooked, drifted down along the hem of his outer robe, where I unexpectedly spotted a fiery red flower embroidered at the edge—one whose brilliant hue somehow managed not to appear flashy.

The Giant Spirit God sat majestically on one side of the void, while the Wolf God of the barbarian tribe sat on the other, the two locked in a tense standoff.

Elsewhere, when Shen Jun and the others arrived at the site where Liu Tian and Cang Song had fought, human forms were long gone, leaving only a terrifying sword scar to speak of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

At this point, the attacking players were still confined within the houses, having to wait several dozen seconds for the defenders to reach their defensive positions before the game could officially begin.

"What? They arranged it like this? Isn't this a bit too hard on people?" Qin Xi muttered under her breath.

In the small hours of the morning a week later, when the artificial rain caused a mechanical failure in the Tyrannosaurus model yet again, forcing work to halt for repairs, Luo Yuan wondered for the first time if he should never have insisted on this rain.

Housekeeper Li should have been kicked out of the Tian estate long ago. Relying on Master Tian's trust, he sometimes refused to even obey the commands of the mistress of the house. In front of the servants, Madam Tian maintained her magnanimity and refused to stoop to his level, but behind closed doors, it was a different story altogether. She had missed no opportunity to trip him up as punishment for his arrogance.

Having not seen Baili Yehua for over two months, Feng Qingge had to swallow back a flood of words. Was that milky, childish voice really coming from Senior Gu Can?

When Xi Fenglian cleared the battlefield before her, she happened to run into Zhao Kuangyin, who was a step behind after staying behind to cover the rear at Heqiao Town. Compared to the Golden Light Blood Holy Mother, the encounters of this scout platoon captain of the Great Han were somewhat more disheveled.

The three lifetimes of love, hate, and entanglement between Bai Qian and the dragon crown prince Ye Hua had wrung plenty of tears from the audience. Bai Qian went through three distinct stages—High Immortal, mortal, and Goddess—and along the way, besides her official "husband" Ye Hua, she had accumulated quite a few other admirers across the celestial, mortal, and demon realms.

And so, before it was even time to get off work, he slipped away early. It was just like sneaking off from work in his past life, except that now, being the boss, nobody dared to accuse him of skipping out.

Even though he could push his own biological sister into a fire pit—showing just how superficial their sibling bond was—Yuan Qingliu nevertheless occupied the status of a bereaved family member, an identity that could win him a considerable amount of sympathy if a confrontation arose.

Naturally, Leng Youyue's temperament had always been very amiable. She never treated the servants harshly, and even regarded them as friends without any sense of social hierarchy. In her eyes, everyone was human and deserved to be treated equally.

Huangfu Rui, on the other hand, curved the corner of his lips as a dangerous aura was released once more. Yet he seemed remarkably patient, clearly waiting for Leng Youyue to continue. However, Leng Youyue remained silent, unsure of what else to say.

"Please do not worry, Madam. My mistress simply heard that you frequently visit the estate and wished to meet you," wet nurse Guo said, giving Zhao surnamed woman no chance to speak further as she led the way directly toward Chuyang Courtyard.

Huangfu Rui had not treated her this way in a long time, holding back because he feared he might lose control, especially now that she was pregnant.

The imperial robe fluttered without wind, snapping loudly. The hundred sword shadows behind Long Wuye solidified as if tangible, carrying a surging sword Qi that seemed to cast a glowing halo of sword energy even over his gleaming bald head.

Meihua was the target of the attack, and he felt as though his entire body was being pricked by needles, countless shifting leg shadows filling his vision until they were impossible to distinguish.

Furthermore, she had gone to great lengths early on to prepare the delivery room, ensuring the soundproofing was exceptionally effective.

She had deliberated for a considerable time before agreeing to treat patients this time, and goodness knows what it would be like in the next few days.

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you doing this on purpose? I've come here so many times, why do you ask the same question every single time?!" The broadsword-wielding swordsman flushed crimson, likely harboring a grudge because this fellow had remained completely indifferent to his previous provocations.

"Uncle, why don't we set off immediately to find that divine doctor in the Tianshan Mountains? Perhaps there is still a sliver of hope!" Long Kang's words reignited hope in everyone's hearts.

Olivia took her seat at a dining table with exquisite grace. With a gentle wave of her hand, a waiter who had been hiding behind the kitchen to watch the commotion was pushed forward by his colleagues, trembling as he prepared to serve Olivia.

Lin Tian patted Ouyang Luolei on the shoulder, strode away into the cabin, closed the door behind him, and sat cross-legged on the bed.