Chapter 80: This Guy

The joys and sorrows between people.

Do not connect.

Some revel in the joy of success, overwhelmed with excitement.

While others…

Lie in the depths of darkness.

……

Dawn.

A light rain fell over Yanjing.

The drizzle tapped against the windows, spraying misty droplets.

【Tianyu】.

It was already 2 a.m.

It should have been one

When Princess Zhou Litan heard Fang Dongqiao’s suggestion, she said nothing, nodded, followed Fang Dongqiao’s advice, and went with him to tour the countryside estate.

“If I didn’t say that, she’d come bother me every day. Do you want me to get involved with her?” the man asked through gritted teeth.

I looked up and saw sorrow in his eyes; he angrily twisted open the water bottle, raised it, and drank several gulps.

Since we were going out tomorrow, after leaving the restaurant everyone headed straight to the supermarket to buy fruit and snacks for tomorrow. When they got home, they invited the elders to join too; the elders didn’t refuse and all agreed.

Liu Yi also understood why Liu Jian had been living normally lately. But one thing—he wondered if Liu Jian’s wife and children were also cooperating with Jiang Bienan in this act? Yet their behavior was too natural.

Getting the other party to apologize was already hard enough; as I said this, I turned back to look at the shattered computer, puzzled—how had it exploded for no reason?

With Lu Taihe’s words and several high-ranking figures leaning beside Lu Zhuo, the air grew heavy with gloom.

Jiang Yuanjun nodded and said she’d call tonight. Jiang Yanqiu’s sleep would last a while, so Jiang Yuanjun decided to return with her grandmother to the rental apartment to pick up a few things.

But someone couldn’t hold back; one day, after class, as Jiang Yuanjun was heading home for lunch, her phone rang—it was Zhao Zhenhua calling.

I didn’t know how long this feeling would last, but I still followed this intuition without pause, never stopping my steps.

Just as Shui Qing was about to nod in agreement, Luo Mary leaned close and whispered something in her ear; upon hearing it, she grabbed Yun Tianlan and said, “Wait.”

During the national mourning period, marriages were forbidden nationwide—but because of the imperial decree from Lan Cang Zhu, tonight the princely mansion would be awash in red, with red characters for joy pasted everywhere.

Xing Hui had completely lost his reason and drew his long sword, launching attacks whose power far exceeded his usual strength.

The vast blood essence of the deep-sea beast, beneath the dark-golden light, flowed like a hundred rivers into the sea, gathering steadily into his body—as if it were Lu Zheng’s own blood, directly entering his veins, his muscles, even his bones.

“Enough talk—let’s not dwell on that. I just want to ask Brother Xiao Yu to let Sha Wa stay inside your space artifact. Though this trip is meant to test the younger generation blessed by our Ancestor, it’s too dangerous,” Justin stated his final request outright.

Originally, Murong Feng intended to ask Chen Xing if he was available, so he could pay a visit—but Chen Xing didn’t want to see anyone, so Chen Yu had to bear the burden of the extra work.

Lu Zheng waved his hand, and the one hundred thousand Bi Xue Qing Dan instantly exploded midair, forming a vast azure river that poured into his body.

I smiled, a genuine smile—I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. I remembered back in high school, when Qiang and I led a group of athletes to fight street thugs and won decisively; the feeling was much the same.

The mage class has always been the Achilles’ heel of the Brotherhood Clan. Though Wu Jie and the clan’s leadership had long sought ways to remedy this, their efforts yielded little—until this second-generation playboy, Satan II, effortlessly recruited such a powerful mage.