Chapter 313: There Is Always Injustice in This World

The story must begin from the beginning.

After Shen Siyuan fell asleep, the quiet room was left with only Xiao Yue.

Dou Dou and Duo Duo each returned home; though life at home was uneventful, the two little ones still preferred staying by their parents' side.

With nothing else to do, Xiao Yue decided to pay Lao Liu a visit to catch up.

So she transformed into a gust of dark wind and shot upward; the seaside at night was brightly lit, but she truly disliked it, for not a single lamp

But now that they knew he was the famed Night Emperor, who would still believe him ordinary? Failing to sense his extraordinariness only proved the Night Emperor had already reached the realm of returning to simplicity—beyond their ability to perceive.

"Shut up! You're not qualified to teach me how to do my job! Just watch—I've got my chance for promotion and fortune!" Captain Huang sneered at Lin Tian's back, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Man Li also hardened his heart—he wasn't the president, after all. If the Eastern Divine One won't handle this, why should I care for them?

"Pah!" Chen Xiaoxu spat forcefully, and with the spit came a trace of blood.

The entire scene seemed frozen; the scabbard and Galanata stared unblinkingly at the sword, the Super Sword and Superman locked in a delicate balance—had Kent's twisted, grimacing expression not been there, others might have thought it a painting.

The Golden Eye saw only these things, but the Silver Clan could now believe Kent was interfering with the Ark's colonization. These zhizis were now working for humanity, and they were undoubtedly powerful technological artifacts—not only providing communication but also disrupting their signals in return.

Still, business had to be handled; Duan Susu pulled out her phone again and began asking questions based on the live comments.

The tall, rich, handsome man naturally returned the gesture, but after rummaging through his own treasures, he found nothing comparable to the Jade Dew, and felt a faint vexation as he spoke softly.

"Mr. Zhang, I, Zhao Wunan, am truly grateful for this honor today. I have nothing to offer in return here, but should you ever come to Bafang Town with any need, just seek me out—Zhao Wunan will give you full assistance." The manager, having devoured his food in greedy gulps, finally found breath to speak.

Thinking of this, their gaze toward Ye Chen grew filled with awe; serving under such a powerful master no longer seemed unacceptable.

With no other choice, Liuhuo resorted to the most effortless method: directly attacking the gunman's sense of direction.

She sat in her office, restless all along; after much thought, she still sent Gao Haotian a text: No matter what happens, it will pass.

It sounded like an oath, but Zhao Xuan knew the firmness in Jiu Huang's words. He said nothing more, following Jiu Huang into the funeral hall to light an incense stick for Madam Xu.

"Tong En is gone. All her things are gone too." Xu Hui's voice dropped low; she was startled by Jerry's expression.

Thus, Master Mu began his long journey of alchemy within the span of "a moment, a hundred years."

Yet, the moment Mei Nong voiced these words, Yang Jin instantly accused him of the grave crime of questioning the sovereign.

Tong En left. Not in the ordinary sense—waving goodbye, meeting again after some time, or at least calling or chatting online.

But that night, after I finished my cold shower, dried off, and stepped into my own room, I still felt a subtle difference.

"If I could obtain this spear, how could the Great Qin fail to dominate the world?" Qin Zihong, the Second Prince of the Qin Dynasty and a strong contender for the throne.

His eyes were swollen into slits, yet he refused to yield, instead radiating a fierce glare—clearly, he was deeply resentful.