Chapter 136: Good Little Baby

“Duo Duo~”

“Mm.”

“You… all these years, where… where have you been?”

“I didn’t go anywhere—I just kept riding in a vehicle, riding and riding, until 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.

In the instant Liu Yaoxi and Yun Feiyu reached the “Liu Yaoxi” before them, Liu Yaoxi, slightly slower, suddenly felt a wall rise behind his heel, 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, meanwhile, stared blankly at the distant sunset, her figure seeming ready to melt into the golden light of the horizon.

“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 let those bastards live!” I angrily snapped the arrow embedded in my body.

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

“Bashen.” Muens had extended a hand without warning, 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 fellow—if he had, he’d surely 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 stop—the warmth from his fingertips drew me helplessly into oblivion.

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

In that single instant, Bei He felt his body struck countless times—this man, spinning like a top, repeatedly jabbed his fingers at every point around Bei He, producing sharp crackling sounds.

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

Pei Yun, having secured Huang Mingyuan’s promise, was clearly delighted. As Yang Guang’s trusted confidant, with Huang Mingyuan’s aid, even becoming chancellor was possible.

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

Immediately after, 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 true qi had thinned similarly.

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

Everyone had left the combat arena, preparing for tomorrow’s team battle, but one person remained: Di Fengyuan, Bei Chen’s cultivation partner. He smiled at Bei Chen—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—resembling Zhang Mingyu’s current cultivation of the Great Sage’s Heavenly Decree, which focuses on body tempering in its early stages.