Chapter 136: Good Little Baby

"Duoduo~"

"Mm."

"You… all these years, you… where have you been?"

"I didn't go anywhere—I've just been on a car, riding and riding, and that's how I got home…"

"Then… then…" Song Qingwei choked up, unable to speak further.

"Enough, don't talk about this anymore."

Lin Jianming dared not think further; each thought tugged at his heart like a clenched fist, making it hard to breathe.

Just as Liu Yaoxi and Yun Feiyu reached the "Liu Yaoxi" before them, the slightly slower Liu Yaoxi's rear foot suddenly rose a wall, separating them from her—and her.

No matter how they speculated, they could not fathom Sheng Yun's motives or goals, or even their methods. This letter revealed much—and stirred their unease.

Lu Wan now gazed blankly at the distant sunset, her figure seeming ready to melt into the golden light of the setting sun.

"Your master is only seventeen or eighteen? How is that possible? When I first met him, he was already over thirty. Did you confuse him with someone else of the same name?" Shang Yu asked in shock.

"Charge back! I won't forgive those bastards!" I angrily snapped the arrow embedded in my body.

No time to be startled, no chance to find better cover—the sniper swiftly swung his rifle toward where the bullet might have come from. Searching wasted him five seconds, but that was the limit of blind searching.

"Bashen." Mu Ens suddenly reached out a hand, gripping Bashen's shoulder just as he was about to leap forward.

Feiya, overwhelmed with emotion, trembled as she slowly walked toward Locke.

Hu Qiang was now certain he had never interacted with this pathetic guy—if he had, he'd remember.

The testing site was in the provincial capital; by the time Chen Luobin and the others arrived, it was already 3 p. m.

Shen Duo said nothing, head bowed, lost in thought. His slender fingers traced my back, tickling. I didn't want him to pull away—the warmth from his fingertips made me sink helplessly.

The world has truly deceived me, but now, in this chaotic mortal realm, I have learned to forgive—to forgive others, to free myself.

In that instant, Bei He felt his body struck countless times violently—this man, spinning like a top, tapped his fingers repeatedly against every point of Bei He's body, producing sharp crackling sounds.

Mu Ye suddenly understood why the One Fist World produced so many oddities.

Pei Yun, having secured a promise from Huang Mingyuan, was clearly delighted. As Yang Guang's trusted aide, with Huang Mingyuan's aid, he might even become chancellor.

This year, enrollment for all Huaxia university martial arts academies will begin after the May Day holiday and last one month; those who pass the registration medical exam will begin trials—i. e., the entrance examination—on June 10.

Immediately afterward, the sword light struck the giant kun, but caused little damage.

Mu Ye grumbled as he gently lifted her, then removed her shoes and tucked her under the blanket.

After half a year, he could clearly feel that his once-thick magic power had become extremely thin—even his internal qi was the same.

Anyone's heart is made of flesh; though he said nothing, he wasn't truly indifferent—he did feel pain inside.

Everyone left the combat arena to prepare for tomorrow's team battle, but one person remained: Di Fengyuan, Bei Chen's cultivation partner. He watched Bei Chen with a smile—he too had passed the first round of testing.

They differed from gym trainers; though their muscles weren't prominent, their bodies were like bronze skin, steel tendons, and iron bones—much like Zhang Mingyu's current cultivation of the Great Sage Ascending Heaven Technique, which focuses on body tempering in its early stages.