Chapter 78: Spend Money! (First Chapter)

“Shen Dao!”

Bright light spilled over Zhou Yang’s body.

He seemed bathed in golden radiance, shimmering brilliantly.

His gaze fell downward, toward Shen Long, seated below.

“Two months ago, we were crammed in that tiny rented apartment, living with instant noodles and darkness, counting down every day until rent was due, wondering how we’d get our next meal…”

“But silent perseverance only pushed our dreams further away.”

When someone harassed Jian Ning, Long Chen would pull her into his arms, drag her away, and they’d run wild—far wilder than usual.

Xiao Shiyiliang shot Xu Feng a serious glance; Xu Feng’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Qin Hao toyed with a Heaven-grade Mid-tier magical sword, watching its smooth blade as if clear water flowed across it, and he couldn’t help but whisper a sigh.

With those words, the group exchanged glances, glanced upward together, then told Yue Yi to attend to her own affairs.

The wood-headed man, now with his intelligence restored to normal, could finally speak properly. Seeing him resume his habitual gesture of adjusting his glasses, I felt an inexplicable sense of safety.

On the way down, she encountered several company staff who whispered to each other, glancing at her; though she couldn’t quite hear them, fragments of words—“plagiarism,” “copycat”—made it clear what they were talking about.

He left the table earliest; he must have gone to arrange this. He didn’t know it was her birthday, so this character “Ning” was definitely carved just now.

He was reluctant, but he had no choice—he couldn’t protect her at all. They’d been hiding everywhere, barely even securing basic food and shelter.

Jin Lei walked toward the nearby parking lot. Though wearing high heels, she carried natural vigor and an aura that others couldn’t match.

Though “full-time” implies mastery of all professions, it’s slightly inappropriate here—but just to honor the past, let’s call it full-time.

When I was discharged, I called Wang Xuemei first; I’d arranged these three days already—today I’d treat Wang Xuemei to a meal to say goodbye, then spend the rest of the time entirely with Bai Si.

With the oppressive force of the elite troops gone, the battlefield lay in ruins, leaving only dazed survivors.

After all, her Chaotic Demon Eye couldn’t see through everything—if the raw stone was too thick or the viewing time too brief, she couldn’t discern what lay inside.

After brief hesitation, Su Qing bought one bottle each; after all, in the sect, she’d likely receive fewer than ten of these pills a year. Bai Li Zheng thought for a moment and abandoned the idea of buying—there were still many shops ahead; better to look around first, no harm in waiting.

Just as Zhang Shan’s fist struck the wolf, he felt something shoot straight toward him!

“Lie Yan, you!” Mu Yonghua’s fury made smoke rise from his head; he pointed at Lie Yan, restraining himself again and again, finally swallowing his rage without lashing out before the Emperor.

“Mo Gan Na, I think you’ve hit early menopause. What’s your freedom? It’s death. You want me dead and you say it so nobly—don’t you find that ridiculous?”

Suddenly struck by a burst of shattering ice against his chest, he shuddered violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Gnawing bones only means you’ll be stripped bare—and once you’re stripped, you can’t replenish anything. With your current resources, just two bone-gnawing episodes will leave you utterly spent. To survive, the first rule is to eat meat; before you can eat meat, you must first save up enough to afford it.

Outside the terminal’s glass, a plane suddenly accelerated, its nose lifting slowly until the entire aircraft floated upward, entering the vast sky.

At last, the noise vanished; everyone exhaled deeply. They opened their eyes, stood up, brushed off dust, smoothed their disheveled hair—after all that chaos, the exhausted group barely regained their composure.

It was past the Shen hour; golden autumn sun blazed, the sky clear for miles, a cool breeze stirred, and a few fallen leaves swayed.

“Did she say where she went?” Qing Ruifan knew it was impossible, but asked anyway. Gu Lingge was the type who grew stronger against strength and yielded to gentleness—under these circumstances, everything was uncertain. The blue-clothed man looked like he’d say nothing, or perhaps he believed he’d been wrong in this matter.

“Might we two be allowed to meet Lin Feier?” Hua Qingyi quickly asked.

“Miss Feng, you speak as if I don’t know my own body—I won’t let you worry overmuch for me,” Qing Ruifan smiled always, his expression as gentle as spring breeze, yet to Feng Yiluo, it felt like winter.

“Hi everyone~” Lan Pingtian strolled in casually, glanced around the room, passed Edward, and immediately spotted Zhao Feng seated on the living room sofa.

Yun Mo said: “Absolutely true.” He rose and returned to the bedroom, sat in the chair Lin Meiwǎn often used, and placed her favorite osmanthus cake before him.

Duan Yu grabbed him by the collar, kicked up a long sword from the ground, and pressed its blade against his throat.

Bai Yu looked down at Liu Dao Hai, gasping and sprawled on the ground, with utter indifference.

Officer Qianye brought forward a man with bandages wrapped around his head and his right arm, suspended in a sling.

Chen Luo’s teaching style struck Chen Qiaoen as novel—perhaps this very uniqueness had shaped their two treasures into such clever, adorable, and endearing children?

Yue Shen, Da Siming, and Shao Siming also came from Dao Mountain, but the Yin-Yang Sect and Dao Gate were locked in deep enmity; Dao Gate still had the legendary, ageless Chi Songzi—this ancient turtle would likely kill me on sight without a word, let alone allow me to take Xiao Meng away to live together.

During this process, he followed Loki’s instructions and tightly concealed Kun Gunu’er, even at the cost of immense Qi.

Chelsea hadn’t even met Mo Di yet, but already formed a strong impression—not quite fondness, but an overwhelming curiosity about him.

Terrifying power instantly pierced through Domilote’s chest and abdomen, leaving four clean through-and-through holes.