Chapter 599: Little One

The old house was dimly lit and piled high with clutter, looking quite disordered.

Doudou looked around and said disappointedly, “It’s kind of dirty.”

The old woman, hearing this, did not get angry but chuckled, “When I was alive, I used to clean up. After I passed away, my husband stopped bothering with it, and over time, it became this mess.”

“Husband?” Doudou was puzzled.

“That’s… my late spouse,” the old woman smiled.

“But you’ll have to wait a moment—my account has some issues. What’s your latest deadline?” Diana said.

Yang Fan rubbed his chin, then pulled out his phone and admired himself for a few moments; apart from looking a bit sickly, he still looked decent enough.

This was also why, despite having recovered from his injuries, he hadn’t left—he wanted an opportunity to defeat Ye Lin and reclaim his dignity, to crush Ye Lin hard.

The transmigrant’s nerves were stretched to their limit; he finally understood why people used “standing on tiptoes” to describe listening intently—if he could control the muscles around his ears, he would have raised them to their utmost.

A hail of bullets kept coming; the closer he got, the harder it became to advance. Inside the tornado before him, metallic clinks rang incessantly—everywhere were spinning bullets. Just as he saw the distance was still over four hundred meters and was about to form a hand seal to attack, the bullet storm suddenly weakened; less than a second later, not a single bullet trail remained around him.

Paying attention to safety isn’t a bad thing, but Egger found it slightly odd—was this advice given during Bran and Catelyn’s private talk? But if that were all, why avoid Arya entirely?

Mu Ge stumbled backward from my kick, his face instantly turning pale—he never expected a high school student like me would dare kick him. Though he wasn’t as powerful as Wang Nan, he was still a local boss in this area and wouldn’t tolerate even a scrap of humiliation—he grabbed a beer bottle and hurled it at me.

The most terrifying thing in this world is death; now death was about to descend upon them, and no matter how hard they tried to hide it, they could no longer conceal the fear inside them.

Though he felt little pain, Kuangchao could sense his body being cut open.

The next day, Chiyou gathered his army of demons and monsters and marched southwest from Zhuolu, heading straight for the eastern bank of the Yellow River, then advancing southward along its banks.

In fact, the disciples of Shouzong all had names full of meaning—Xingde, Tianyou, Changyang, Zhiyong—all carried bright, upright connotations.

The group quickly bowed; among them, Cheng Xuan and the other two were the most “excited”—how long had it been? How long since they’d seen their Young Master? His changes were immense.

Seeing their father wasn’t in the temple, they went to the seaside to search. Sure enough, they spotted two serpent-like creatures in the sea, fiercely battling—one with a crimson crown, the other with a greenish-blue crown.

They could never find an effective way to break Chiyou’s formation. Thus, the Yellow Emperor spent his days in frantic anxiety, gloomy and dejected.

Li Tianqi noticed her gazing at him, and his heart stirred—he dared not meet her gaze again; her piercing eyes seemed to constantly pierce through his thoughts.

Meng Fan said nothing, staring at him. Though the night was dark, he could still clearly see Gui Qi’s expression.

Though the Chen family was powerful, he was merely a bastard son with no real voice. Besides… he had always strongly opposed using backdoor connections. He helped Mo Fan and Lü Xuan apply for the examination not only to repay their life-saving kindness, but also because Mo Fan truly had the ability.

The scene reminded him of Lin Yixian, who always spent lavishly—he wondered how she was doing now? Li Tianqi couldn’t help but smile bitterly inside.

But Zhang Donghai’s corn was truly delicious—he often added Zhang Donghai’s corn to his pork rib soup.