Chapter 311: Lost in Love for 33 Days

The drama "Literary Life" premiered and immediately sparked massive discussion.

Those who don’t follow Qi Hao’s romantic life will marvel at a middle schooler’s ambition.

At fifteen or sixteen, he already knew what he wanted to do—and was willing to work hard for it.

Someone like him, even if he never entered showbiz, would never fade into obscurity.

Especially since he revealed his talent in English, further proving his dedication to realizing his dream.

“I think we should just forget it,” Ye Zhusheng said. “If she leads us into the Gray Mist Zone and sabotages us, we’re both done for.”

Just as Tian Gou was about to act further and Die Wu was on the verge of collapse, Xue Shisan spoke up and stopped it.

He stamped twice on the opponent’s chest, sending the man flying through the air, his body exploding mid-flight.

So damn strong! Who said this world was full of weaklings? At least this level of attack would dominate in the Wind and Cloud world, and even in the Immortal Sword world, as long as you didn’t face someone like the Moon Worshiping Sword Saint who had grasped the Dao Heart, you could walk around unchecked.

This truly gave Liu Moe a headache, because he was someone she wanted to see—but dared not meet.

The three Grand Divine Marshals—the three previous taboos and the newly arrived Divine Marshal—were desperately holding back, but the moment their taboo domain formed, it was shattered by the vortex.

Therefore, the populations of Earth’s nations could only apply to immigrate to more inclusive regions like Europe and America.

The other man looked at him with complex eyes, recalling his own secret thoughts and words from back then—now they filled him with shame.

“You—you why speak so crudely?” asked a few girls who weren’t so naive, testing the waters.

During that time, the entire campus of No. 1 High School was steeped in a white terror. Everyone acted like underground party members in an occupied zone; members of the same club whispered when they gathered, as if exchanging secret codes, desperate to invent a cipher to prevent intercepted messages.

The rain came too suddenly; people on the streets had no preparation and were thrown into chaos, clutching their heads, running like headless flies, scattering everywhere to seek shelter.

But in front of Aqi, I don’t want to do anything too bloody. If Aqi weren’t here, I’d have used some cruel methods on the old woman to prove whether she was a witch.

The Imperial Entertainment City resembled a luxurious palace. Its refined décor, illuminated by various crystal chandeliers, appeared even more majestic and glittering. The entire lobby, bathed in light, shone like it was inlaid with jewels.

Seeing my mischievous grin, Grandpa and Zhen Chi immediately felt a chill—they sensed something was about to happen—so they trusted me and went to restore themselves. Watching them begin their restoration, I started preparing too, since I’d already said it out loud.

In that instant, Wang Tian’s mind became utterly empty; all the martial arts and methods he had learned were suddenly “forgotten.” Then, slowly, he opened his eyes.

Princess Mata clearly didn’t want to become a burden to the holy monks. She gritted her teeth against exhaustion and weakness, shaking her head to show she was fine—but her legs refused to obey her.

“Are you stupid? The initiative is in my hands now—I should be the one telling you what to do. Do you even have the right to say something like that?” Chen Weiqiang waved his gun, pointing it at Fang Chen and shouting.

He suddenly remembered that his last impression of his cultivation level had been the peak of Grand Immortal Early Stage. Cang Hong might know something, but she hadn’t emerged yet, had she? No one in the Netherworld had discovered he had reached Grand Immortal Mid-Stage.

These children treated her with sincerity, so naturally she treated them as her own. Besides, this was probably what the original host wanted to see—she hadn’t forgotten that the mission’s completion score depended on the original host’s evaluation.

If this had happened back when we graduated, I would’ve followed Gu Ruyue’s lead, waxing poetic about our youth, reminiscing about the past, and pouring out heartfelt words hoping to rekindle our old romance.

“We’ll quietly follow her behind and see her home.” Of course, we were worried about Huahua—she hadn’t said a word since waking up, her emotional wound still unhealed.

Everyone says this Prince dotes on his Princess Consort so much, he’s become a living love story in everyone’s eyes.

Before the Nine-Tailed Fox could finish speaking, Chen Heng stuffed a pillow over his ears and rolled around on the bed like a worm.

This morning, when I first entered the office, I saw an egg, a carton of milk, and a loaf of bread on my desk. I reached out and touched them—the egg and milk were still warm.

“I won’t scold you anymore. Just come out and tell me what you want to do.” Chen Heng had studied for a long time but couldn’t find any way to combine these ingredients, so he had no choice but to ask the Nine-Tailed Fox.

Yan Ming flew into a rage, stood up, and called again several times—the same result. He was definitely blocked, not just on the phone, but on WeChat too.

Among all living beings, unless one has extraordinary talent, there’s virtually no difference; demonic beasts and humans cultivate similarly, unless their talents differ drastically.

“Alright, that’s it then.” Chen Heng sighed, pushing his old-fashioned bicycle toward the exit of the semi-dimension.

Behind him, the ancient demon clan members also pushed their martial techniques and Heaven’s Eye powers to their limits, launching a barrage of attacks straight at Ye Chen, engulfing a vast stretch of space, determined to kill him.

Instantly, everyone’s fighting spirit was ignited; this loud shout once again stunned the crowd.

Only now did Shen Yueyao dare to meet Mo Yan’s gaze; her eyes shimmered with tears, her teeth biting her lower lip, as if she had countless words to say—but she didn’t know where to begin.