Chapter 275

Zhao Xuerong cried, and Qian Sihui cried with her.

Only Zhao Xuyang did not cry; he got up and went to the kitchen to cook.

"Hmph~" Zhao Xuerong was dissatisfied with her father's hard heart.

After crying for a while, Zhao Xuerong stopped first and comforted Qian Sihui.

Qian Sihui calmed down, then took Zhao Xuerong to the room.

This was Zhao Xuerong's room; even after her death, it had been kept unchanged.

Your clothes

The rules were set by the enemy; if you wanted them dead, there were countless game setups to achieve it.

Tang Qian's car started moving again, but none of them dared let Tang Qian drive anymore—they still wanted to live a few more years.

The old man curled his five fingers into a claw and covered the sword tip, but the spiraling blade beneath his palm showed no sign of stopping; Jiang Jiuge seemed to finally collapse, his head tilting backward, his body leaning sharply back, his hand withdrawing instantly.

But he was good at self-reassurance—he thought, since so much joy had been taken from him, the prize from this draw must be good. Yet when he looked toward where the pointer pointed, he was left dumbfounded.

You Meng was utterly bewildered by this scene; staring at Qianchang's back, he felt a strange mix of longing and tension. It was an odd feeling! But he said nothing more, quickly heading inside.

After regaining consciousness, they discovered signs of demonic energy invasion—this filled them with terror, and they became alert to their surroundings.

"That's enough for tonight. Let's go back, rest, and open the shop tomorrow." Bai Hua loaded everything onto the car and drove back to Baiye Pet Shop.

But the fierce demon before her roared within the dark flame, barely holding human form; only his eyes, like the night approaching, gleamed like the dorsal fin of a deep-sea whale—just one icy peak, yet spanning millennia, as if piercing through endless time and space straight into her heart.

"Once again, Master, thank you for saving Jizong's life." Wu Hou tried to lift the covers and rise to thank him, but Shi Dian pressed him down and stopped him.

Most of these people were elders, the ones who had followed her grandfather Song Youting to build the empire. Among them, the oldest were already fifty or sixty, the youngest over forty.

The first round of this competition was random elimination, instantly weeding out most weak martial artists and selecting the true strong ones. The following rounds cleverly avoided life-or-death duels, preventing bloody scenes and protecting the finest talents from injury.

Smiling, Mu Yue embraced Yuan Ji, yet a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes—Yuan Ji's words were utterly out of context, so abrupt they left him flustered! Though he loved hearing those words, deeply loved them—Yuan Ji's promise, how could he not? he was merely worried.

Why must they go to such lengths to tear them apart? He needed no love beyond Yin Yue—why could no one understand him?

There were too many people and things he couldn't let go of. Lin Yi truly didn't want to die. But in this world, too many people and things couldn't be kept simply because he didn't want to lose them. His physical strength was nearly drained; his body was covered in wounds. He could no longer miraculously unleash overwhelming power to turn the tide.

Since Xiao Yao's engagement last time, Ye Zi had never seen him again, nor heard any news of him. Yet over half a month later, she heard the news that Xiao Yao's family had gone bankrupt—her heart clenched tight.

"Uncle, say less!" Yi Yunshi interrupted impatiently while pinching the philtrum.

"I won't drink the medicine—can you go buy me some hui guo rou and a big bowl of rice?" Lin Yi said apologetically, clutching his stomach, which gurgled loudly.