Chapter 134

Shen Siyuan was just about to describe the day he met Duoduo.

But before he could speak, someone in the courtyard said, “Hmm, we have guests?”

Then a slightly stout old man, swinging his arms and puffing out his belly, walked toward them from the courtyard.

Song Qingwei rose and said, “That’s my husband back.”

She had just been wondering why no one was home—turns out he’d walked behind her; thinking of this,

Then a black hole appeared in the sky, pouring out thick black smoke, and behind that smoke emerged a towering golden Buddha statue.

“Wouldn’t that be too cruel to Yiming? After all, she’s your sister!” Pan Jiwen’s voice was hoarse and aged. If the freezing of Baijiu Pan’s liquid assets had aged him five years overnight, then this matter with Yiming had aged him by more than ten years in an instant.

Yet the man’s words left Mo Ke utterly unmoved; he stepped forward in one stride, reached the bear’s side, and swung a punch at it.

Today was the legendary Children’s Day, but ordinary players went to Children’s Day events, while Awakeners headed for Mount Sumeru.

Zhang Tong turned back, watching the corpses of the Western Wei soldiers they had slain along their path—he felt lost, unable to understand why Prince Wei Bao had arranged a battle destined to fail.

“Puff!” A powerful rush of air pierced the heavy air, followed by a dull thud as something hit the ground—I felt nothing land on me. I snapped open my eyes: the wolf lay less than three steps away, limbs thrashing wildly, howling nonstop.

“Liu Yun…” Seeing them leave together, I cried out desperately—the name he once used, the one I could never bring myself to stop using.

To Xiao Qi’s right sat a burly man from the Ice Blue Academy, staring at him with hostile eyes. Xiao Qi smiled back at him, instantly drawing more curious or disdainful glances.

After all, Meng Qiu had lost an arm; though he trained hard, his bodily coordination was still far worse than before—this was precisely why he dared not face Gai Nie the last time Gai Nie threatened him.

“Nana, you know I love you—why won’t you come with me? Come with me.” Xuan Lin’s eyes were full of deep affection.

At dusk, Dafei stepped out of a bar, a cigarette dangling from his lips, walked straight to the street corner, then entered a phone booth around the bend and picked up the receiver.

Meanwhile, they had begun arranging the laborers to board the ship. Having witnessed the rebels’ bravery earlier, the young men all longed to become such people; learning that Guo Chao would take them along, feeding and housing them, they were all ecstatic.

All possessed sufficiently advanced martial arts to cultivate, so there was no need to create new methods—though it must be said, in terms of originality, neither he nor Yidai matched the Eastern Heretic or Western Poison by a full tier.

Chi Lin’s rage burned to its peak; flames on his body surged over five meters high, radiating terrifying heat that warped the surrounding air, sending waves of scorching wind rolling outward—vegetation on the ground began to smoke and ignite.

Zhang Shaoshao answered, and only then did Zhang Shaoshao and the other realize why Ge Yueying had claimed she wasn’t home—it was simply to avoid being found.

At that moment, shouts of battle rose again along the riverbank ahead—Meng Da and Fan Jiang had landed and were advancing along the shore.

Er Linzi cut off Lao Zhou’s words, his expression grim. His tone grew harsher too. One sentence sent a chill through Lao Zhou’s heart.