Chapter 71

Dawn light emerged.

Beside Deng Ken lay the still-sleeping Crow Queen-Teris; she had to uphold her vow while tending to Deng Ken, and she was truly exhausted.

At this moment, she even missed Aniya.

A gentle breeze brushed past.

Deng Ken rose silently, pulled on his coat, and stepped out of the main tent; his wounds had been rebandaged and had already scabbed over—he would fully recover within a day or two. Perhaps because of the supernatural forces at the end of the Mythic Age.

“Actually, you don’t have to wait until after the match to treat me! I’m ready whenever you are.” Out of nowhere, Yu You said this.

“I don’t care—I’m going in the same class as you. I’ll tell my dad.” With that, Chen Duo ran off.

The esteemed Zhong Hua Gong was plagued by smallpox until the end of April and early May.

He didn’t just write about local rain-prayer rituals—he also had to visit his brother-in-law, Prince Zhou, and learn the palace’s exact rain-prayer procedures.

Yu Jin waved at Li Jiayu: “Keep going.” Then added, “Well done. Keep talking.” He sat back down, his frown easing, his eyes gleaming.

After signing the contract with the Urban Management Bureau, Jumu thrived—funding arrived, products launched, they moved to a larger office, restructured the company, expanded all departments, and refined every stage of the project.

He Zhen suddenly handed the floor to himself; Zhang Jialiang was genuinely startled. From He Zhen’s sly gaze, Zhang Jialiang sensed something—he paused, feigning thought.

What are called Gargoyles are in fact zombies specially mutated by the GRT—G Virus; their muscles harden to an extreme degree and continue swelling. Their strength and destructive power rival tanks among zombies, and as they fight, Gargoyles keep evolving—making them extremely difficult to handle.

In June, the imperial edict finally arrived, ordering Prince Zhou to report to the Ministry of Rites for training; his first duty was to assist in selecting consorts for Princes Wei and Qi.

Enduring excruciating pain, the Shadow Elder cried for aid while frantically slapping his other palm toward Jun Yan’s chest. Seeing this, Jun Yan did not press forward recklessly; he drifted backward, allowing the Shadow Elder to retreat swiftly without immediate pursuit, while his gaze remained sharply alert toward the other four who had now regained awareness.

Li Mo also smiled awkwardly, secretly relieved—thankfully, Luoluo had only disdained them with her eyes, not her mouth; otherwise, it would’ve been worse.

“What?!” Upon hearing this, Red Beard and Blue Beard both froze in shock—even Lin Xianle found it unbelievable.

His face carried a hint of amusement and coldness as he said: “This is the last time. Next time, if you still hide anything from me, don’t blame me for walking out and smashing the table.”

Yao Gan’s face suddenly flushed crimson; after the Yao Spirit seized his mind, he showed his own expression for the first time—brow tightly furrowed, as if enduring immense agony—but as a shadow of demonic energy flashed across his face, the faint sliver of sanity he’d regained was crushed once more.

Even Ximen Chuixue would never have anticipated this, so he certainly wouldn’t walk in such absolute darkness.

It describes an adventure to find fairies—the last memory left to Mephisto by her parents.

Yun Feng opened the back door for them, backing up Liu Lanyun by letting Li Qirui’s relatives stay at Yun Feng’s inn.

After standing still, Li Mo scanned the surroundings—it seemed to be the back courtyard of some grand mansion; ahead stood a magnificent tower, blocking his view.

While the vengeful spirits were absorbed by the film, the lone vengeful elder, flanked by two spirit guards, looked desolate in the cold wind.

Xia Fanxing seized Cheng Wanwan’s hand, gripping so tightly it nearly crushed her wrist.