Chapter 586: Happiness

“I like all of you,” Shen Siyuan said helplessly.

Dou Dou stood in front of him, pouting; Duo Duo pretended indifference behind her, but her little ears were perked high, and even Xiao Yue seemed to have tilted her body slightly toward him.

Only Tang Tang, pinned between his legs, deaf as she was, had no idea what was happening.

She just grinned goofily at Shen Siyuan.

Then saliva stretched into threads, dripping onto the bib across her chest.

And listening

“Comrades, I’ll do my utmost to train you into powerful warriors. First and foremost, you must be willing to endure hardship—I’m sure you all understand that. After I take over, your training won’t be as easy as it is now. Prepare yourselves mentally.” Gao Qiang said.

Shen Lianyu, this unlucky kid, had probably just returned from a PvP fight—he was running around chasing some big red name, and now he’d have plenty to regret: not only had he dropped two levels, but even the set of gear the Tyrant Guild had prepared for him had mostly ended up in Lu Lin’s hands.

“Four boxes, Madam Sun. I checked the gift list—all the large, valuable items are gone,” Sun Mama bowed and replied.

So Gao Qiang nodded. “Alright, big brother. I’ll help you. But from now on, no one except me is allowed to interfere with these soldiers’ training.”

“So should I call you sisters, or should you all call me brother? Your choice!” Li Yifan glanced at Song Qianqian through the rearview mirror and said.

“You—you’re Chen Yidao’s brother?” Mo Guoling pointed at Chen Yidao with her cute expression.

“Have breakfast first,” Xi Yizheng linked arms with Huo Jun and pulled him toward the dining room downstairs.

“Still, I must thank this pressure—it’s the first time you willingly pulled your sister into your arms,” Jiang Suyan looked up at Jiang Chen with a smiling face, her words embodying her bold, passionate nature to the fullest.

“You don’t need to tell me about your affairs—just don’t keep linking me to him!” Zhu Zhu packed up her bathing items and lay down on the bed for a nap.

“Why not? Between brothers, what can’t you say?” Wu Lingling was about to continue persuading, but her words were cut off by Wu Haoming’s.

Honey, I can tell you: what we thought was the peak of Level Nine is actually nowhere near the top.

Wei Qingyan’s aura filled him with dread—it was a natural suppression of evil by righteous energy. He could tell Wei Qingyan was alive, yet he seemed somehow different from ordinary people.

Zhang Jiesen shuddered: “It really wasn’t me—I turned off my phone at the farmstay. Honestly, I don’t even know how you found me.”

Wars in the cultivation world always last hundreds or even thousands of years—seven years is merely the early stage of war.

Unfortunately, when Su Chen battled the Soul Transformation tribulation, he did not break through to the Senluo Body.

In fact, the information he obtained went far beyond this—for example, even with the Tyrant’s approval, if he didn’t endorse it, Jiang Ling still couldn’t reclaim it.

But momentary courage cannot last; after battle ends, when you touch your wounds and see your fallen brothers, fear and dread are only natural.

Wang Rou, dazed from the beating, paused for a moment. After confirming these people’s intentions again and again, his panicked expression suddenly changed.

She was just a hardworking, honest worker with no obsessive desires, never at odds with herself—she didn’t think she had any psychological issues needing healing.

She straightened up, and a clean tissue was offered before her. I instinctively opened my mouth to thank them, then suddenly felt something was off.

Seeing the porcelain vase and weapons before them, the climbers’ eyes turned red, and they began slaughtering each other.

Xiao Yao didn’t yet know that she had, without realizing it, been added to Nangong Ye’s family register.

Their companions kept falling off their mounts, falling silent—no need to ask, this was clearly Lu Chen’s doing.