Chapter 110: It

He opened the door wearing only his underwear, only to find Xiao Yun standing outside.

I chuckled and nodded immediately, “Got it, got it,” crawled into the coffin, crossed my arms over my chest as she said, calmed my mind and closed my eyes—“crack!”—I plunged completely into darkness, not a speck of light, darker than midnight, as if I’d been blind since birth.

All this show was clearly meant for outsiders, to make them believe Gu Zhen was still in the hospital, when in fact he’d long been taken away by Dortmund people to London.

Between man and immortal lies a mountain—not one you can simply move to become immortal. Right now, I’m just annoyed, uncomfortable, unsatisfied, so I’ll just mope like this.

“You wouldn’t believe it—in the three days you were away on your quest, something huge happened, something earth-shattering,” Xia Huailiang said, his voice trembling with excitement, his expression mysterious.

Lu Ziyi walked over with a forced smile, trying to pull Chu Jindan into her arms, but Chu Jindan slipped away.

Over time, she gradually grew accustomed to this old nickname that the head steward had always used.

Seeing Xia Feng’s eyes slowly turn red, Mu Ruyu—who had just been thinking how despicable Xia Feng was—suddenly felt a wave of shame for her own thoughts.

She knocked urgently, barged in without hesitation, saw Xi Wang’s startled face, then shut the door.

Some soft swords may look beautiful but are mostly for show, too flimsy to kill. When I shook mine then, two swift thrusts—“whoosh!” “whoosh!”—drove straight into the wall.

After returning, He Rui and Bai Ran lived on the same floor, close by; they wished each other goodnight. When she came out of the shower, her phone kept vibrating.

“Didn’t I tell you not to underestimate any enemy? Or has my word lost its power? Do you need me to teach you?” Huang Tao said coldly into the phone.

“Who are you?” Bi Lanlü, fearing delays, spoke with sharp decisiveness.

“Shhh~” A figure instantly appeared on the platform—wearing a black trench coat, a cold face, a faint aura of killing intent drifting in the air. He was Liu Bin, the Asura of the Asura Dao.

Feng Zhibai slightly lifted his upper eyelids, took the last bite of his chicken leg, then put down his chopsticks, still dissatisfied.

At midnight, after a night of revelry and chaos, nearly a hundred members of the caravan fell into deep, sweet sleep… “Old Hao” slept just like the others, crammed onto a large communal bed.

“The Yun Marshal’s token?” Feng Baiming’s expression shifted slightly, his brows furrowed, and he fell silent.

Su Ye blushed slightly, left her phone number, then hurried off—but took three steps and looked back, stealing a glance at Qin Yu, unable to hide her joy.

“It’s passable, but still not enough. These hundred chopsticks again. In the same breath, you must touch every single one, but not let any one sink into the soil from force, nor let any one be blown over by the air current you create. Can you do it?” the mysterious figure asked again.

In recent years, Shen Yixi’s official career soared; last year he was appointed Vice Prefect of Fuzhou. On his way south to assume office, Vice Prefect Shen deliberately detoured to Jiaxing City to pay a visit to his cousin Ni Liang.

A scream suddenly rang out from the room. Nina froze, then spun and dashed inside, recognizing the scream as her boss John’s.

The general nearly wept as he begged. Seeing the general’s earnest advice, Zhu Yanbin shed two tears, nodded, turned back into the room, sat down—and stayed seated for days.

Branches swept down, chasing after Feng Xiao and the others; even Jun Yan’s direction was struck by several branches, forcing him to abandon aiding the others.

That remark dampened Li Mo’s enthusiasm for work. What good was staring at all these alchemical materials if they couldn’t even fit into his storage pouch? Even trying to sneak a little for himself was hard.

Xia Shiguang didn’t look at him, just said “Thank you,” didn’t take the tissue from Jiang Qi’s hand, stood up, pulled one from the box, and wiped his mouth.

He was lying peacefully on the bed when suddenly he was flung upward, nearly slamming into the deck.

When Emperor Xian of Han died, Sun Quan had inquired about it in Chang’an; Liu Qi merely glossed over the past with vague answers.

They were all young, as light and beautiful as swallows, and as noisy as sparrows, chirping nonstop.

Xia Shiguang vomited until he gagged, leaned over the toilet bowl to calm himself, then stood up, turned on the faucet, and washed his face.

Gu Chen slept too long; his evening flight was about to be delayed. Knowing he hadn’t slept last night and had drunk so much today, Xia Shiguang asked Li Yiran to cancel the flight.

The Chinese Federation’s militarized space strategy involves using the “Phoenix” system to destroy any intercontinental ballistic missile launched without Chinese Federation approval, or using orbital cannons to shatter non-Chinese Federation spacecraft into fragments.