Chapter 120: The Dead Man Who Spoke (6400)

Luo Shixin, though clearly a admirer of Chu Keqing, became somewhat more serious when it came to matters of importance.

With many people coming and going in the hospital lobby, Luo Shixin led the two to a quieter spot nearby.

He spoke in his imperfect Hong Kong Mandarin: “I arrived at the hospital before you. Luo Meifang has no one to pay her bills— the hospital has decided to discharge her tomorrow.”

At that moment, a sudden surge of chaos erupted to the south of the square, drawing every eye toward it—even the five members of the Qin Yi-led Echo Battalion.

Slightly insecure, Youxiao Meijiu curled up under the covers, nestled against Lianye’s arm, clinging to him as if craving his warmth. The exchange of body heat not only brought physical comfort but also a powerful psychological boost.

Half a watch later, the Dark Demon Sovereign’s retreating form suddenly halted, then shot northward at breakneck speed, as if he knew the Northern Sky Demon Sovereign lay precisely in that direction.

Hearing Piao Miao’s faint whisper, coupled with Qin Yi’s youthful vigor, an unnamed fire began to burn in his lower dantian.

“It’s nothing… my eyes cramped a bit.” The Holy Monarch quickly turned away. He should have withdrawn—after all, the master and disciple were flirting—but this was his palace, and he still had to channel spiritual energy into the girl.

Yi Fan found this confusing: he knew where the first two were, but where exactly was the Qi Sea?

Instantly, the surroundings fell silent. The weaker beasts finally recognized that the seemingly plump target before them was terrifyingly dangerous.

Mengyao let out a startled cry, stunned by the ferocity of the Dark Sword. Her Qi shield instantly shattered. The Dark Sword pressed forward, leaping into the air and bringing down a single slash toward Yiming. The fury in its eyes made it clear—it intended to leave Yiming a lasting lesson.

“I just heard you call Yixin. I like that name,” Yan Yixin smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear, revealing a face untouched by any cosmetics.

Laughter immediately filled Room 203. After chatting nonsense with the three for a while, Wang Chen excused himself, claiming he had matters to attend to.

As the group returned downstairs, before Chief Moku could speak, the middle-aged man below immediately knelt and confessed.

But Randen broke convention: seeking a stable patron, he joined the Chan Sect and paid homage to Yuan Shi Tianzun as a half-teacher.

Lan Yu and Fang Xiaoru stepped down from Zhu Di’s vehicle, ignoring their numb, floating feet, and immediately circled the motorcycle, inspecting it eagerly.

Mingxia walked behind, suppressing her laughter as Zhu Yuanzhang desperately clung to his dignity while speaking in abject tones.

When she first met Pei Rong, she had been curious and fond of her—but her father forbade her from drawing near Pei Rong.

Though they had done far more intimate things, she still felt her heart flutter at a simple kiss. Jiang Ningyu pressed her burning cheeks, then pulled out her phone to warn him to take good pictures.

I thought with my skills, I could at least make a name for myself in the Jianghu.

Overall, the development of nations across the Tianxuan Continent closely resembled the feudal era of ancient China.

“Your branch chief has no official mandate from headquarters—he’s just self-appointed! Besides, you’ve never fought against the Vilia Empire’s mech units! You have no experience, so you’ll listen to me!” Tom shouted loudly.