Chapter 78: The Way Is Merciless, Yet the Junior Sister Is Compassionate (Reminiscence)

She didn't care what others said about her. After all, she wasn't living for anyone else.

At this moment, however, she replied, "Senior brother, you."

Li Heng lowered his gaze to look at her, silently asking, "What do I say is wrong about you?"

Lu Qingfei said, "You say I'm weak." And you made me practice body techniques.

As someone who had endured the rigorous examination system of the twenty-first century, all she wanted was to sit in a classroom and study.

Li Heng let out a low laugh, tightening his embrace around her, his tone lazy and unconcerned.

It was clear that once Lin Haifeng mastered the power of the sea tribe, no matter what Tang Haofei had in mind, it would be utterly useless.

"Brother Bing, I'm really scared, I can't sleep. Can I come in and sleep with you?" Liang Shuang's voice was laced with tears.

"That is definitely a pendant of nightmares, a bringer of disaster, an omen of misfortune," Li Laoer screamed inwardly.

Some people couldn't see anything at all, some had to stare for half a day to glimpse the mystery, but I—without the slightest effort—could see the picture within the picture.

Yet compared to the dangers they might face now, the pain in Bai Le's heart was the greatest concern.

Seeing through the true nature of this place, each of them began to breathe heavily. This was a place of triple killing, accompanied by a deadly formation. Truly a forbidden land, but by now it was too late.

Jian Changkong shed his usual restraint, sweeping aside the humble demeanor of the ancestral masters. He burst onto the scene, stirring a great wave in the world of Taoism, though few knew he possessed the sect’s treasure—the Nether Dragon Pendant.

With a swish, the curtain was lifted. Jade Hanyan stepped out, sword in hand, her steps as swift as the wind. A cold beam of sword light arced toward Yemole’s face. Her movement was ethereal as a fairy, the sword’s brilliance like the moon; with a single stroke, myriad sparkling points of light followed in its wake.

Xuanyuan Daozang simply picked up his teacup, drained it in one gulp, and then revealed a look of utter delight and relaxation.

From deep within the earth came savage, terrifying, bloodthirsty roars, forcing everyone to leap back in fright and fall to the ground.

"Classmate, go sit inside. I'll hold your place in line," spoke a gentle young man, tall and slender, with a cool, refined handsomeness. Xue Jin couldn't quite recall him.

With her eyes closed, Mu Jin waited a moment, then slowly opened them, her gaze hazy. She crawled softly twice on the bed before finally sitting up.

Lu Min was even more shocked. Though she didn’t love Lu Jingyuan, betrayal had never crossed her mind; their marriage was based more on mutual respect than affection. How could something like this happen?

"Can I take whatever I like?" Su Qibai was quite pleased to hear she could have her pick.

The opponent's attacks grew fiercer; Shen Xuange could only retreat and defend, soon finding herself unable to keep up.

Song Ziyi understood well the gravity of the situation. The weight on his shoulders suddenly grew heavier, but he had to bear it. He could not let the Song Prince’s estate be trampled, nor let the achievements his father had worked so hard to win be taken by others.

In the blink of an eye, another day passed, and the departure of Duan Qianxi and her brother drew closer. Duan Qianxi sat absentmindedly in the courtyard, recalling how her display last night had received no response from Mu Jingxian, leaving her heart chilled once more.

It wasn’t until Xia Xiaoxiao’s incident that all her innocence was shattered, and her world collapsed.

Rebecca's gaze swept repeatedly between Cheng Zili and Lu Yichen, as if questioning them.

Tao Fei and her companions could only sit in the living room watching television. With Jiang Haiming and his wife present, Tao Fei didn’t dare argue with Chen Jiajia.

The car sped smoothly down the highway. Unknowingly, Wu Wei had fallen asleep. Bai Linglong crawled into the passenger seat, making space for the young master to rest well.

Su Li stopped trying to scare Hou Manqi. She peered through the crack at the edge of the screen. Before she could see who it was, the person’s voice drifted in first.