Chapter 289: What Does a Fantasy Child Look Like? (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Qi Hao had planned to leave right after dinner, but after eating, he was invited to stay and play mahjong with everyone.

“I’m not very good at mahjong, and I don’t usually have time for it.”

Qi Hao refused again and again.

Because he saw his uncle pull out cash—clearly intending to gamble for money.

In fact, gambling money on mahjong is very common.

If the purpose of playing mahjong is entertainment rather than profit, and the stakes are low, it’s generally not considered illegal.

The courtyard was empty, so he sat outside all night; at dawn, a light breeze brought a chill, birds began chirping, their chatter lasting for a while, then low-flying birds could be seen diving to catch prey.

“Is it really that simple? To see a world you didn’t know about, you spent this much money? Are you stupid, spending a hundred billion on danger?” Bai Feifei had never met someone like this.

“Let me burn this Emperor’s Edict! The Blood Demon Dao is utterly depraved!” Han Yi formed the Divine Flame Seal, trying to reduce the Blood Demon Emperor’s edict to ashes—but the flames it produced had no effect whatsoever, not even scorching a single thread.

It turned out this was a letter Bai Ling had written to her mother, but one she could never give her—filled with her innermost thoughts, meant only to relieve her emotional burden.

Not only immortals, gods, demons, and monsters—all remaining cultivators had ascended and departed, leaving behind only mortals who had lost all hope.

“Save some for me! You can’t hoard it all!” came Li Jing’s voice from the doctor’s office.

Du Jun effortlessly retracted the rusted knife, as if the blade had merely come to inspect the place and drawn him here. Holding the rusted knife, Du Jun’s eyes flickered—this blade came from the Evil Pagoda; could this place be connected to it somehow?

Xu Feng’s final remark was directed at the middle-aged man; today’s rural service visit was partly to fulfill his duty, partly to gain more experience with his Revival Technique—he didn’t want trouble, and this matter was easy to trace, so he wasn’t in a hurry.

The Prince of Ning felt nothing but sweetness, his heart swelling with boundless affection; his gaze grew hot.

Li Sifan naturally didn’t believe two high school students had summoned a legendary creature—the Dark Manifestation Master capable of summoning the King of Madness was, to him, as valuable as the Complete Canon itself; it was nothing short of a miracle.

Since the conversation had started with Mei Yu, Xin Lingling had responded, so clockwise, it was Meng Zhuang’s turn. No one had formally established this rule, but some rules simply arose naturally.

Though these things were common locally, buying them from the market was different from bringing them from home—anyone with sense could understand that.

It seemed that not only had Su Ziying instructed him to come, but even the Zhou family themselves knew Qin Luo would arrive tonight.

Ever since she witnessed Luo Yanxue poisoning Lady Luo with needles, Luo Hengbo would never show her mercy again.

Marquis of Wucheng—this title meant little in the Han Dynasty; though few had been ennobled for military merit in recent years, the number was certainly not small.

Even with autonomous driving, his uncle could never accept it; he had complained more than once that if it weren’t for that damn autonomous system, he’d still be a true veteran driver, not reduced now to a floating security guard and community director on the bus.

In a hall like a cathedral’s sanctuary, the man on the throne opened his eyes; though he said nothing, his labored breathing and trembling fingers gripping the gilded armrests made his anger unmistakable.

The environment here was complex; beyond formal sparring matches between gyms, private feuds never ceased, with one or two bloody incidents occurring every few days.

Before him sat He Changfeng and his wife, an elderly couple with deep affection—they held hands as they spoke.