Chapter 149

At just after three in the morning, Chen Yan stared out the window at the pitch-black night, occasionally hearing the roar of cars speeding down the street.

Yet these sounds only made the night seem even quieter.

Lu Sisi’s breathing beside him was soft, and Chen Yan’s heart grew increasingly tender.

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What does it truly mean to love someone deeply?

Especially when trapped

Her family runs a martial arts school; last time ‘Su Yan’ said he’d come to learn today, and now they’re already pressing him.

He knew the others were finished—no one could survive that blow. Even he, had he not accidentally obtained the Yin-Yang Diagram, a primordial spiritual treasure, from another world back then, would already be dead and buried.

Zhao Qian noticed everyone staring at him fixedly, and he felt a flicker of awkwardness and confusion.

Hong Hong and Hong Yun’s faces turned ashen; Hong Hong said, “That man is strong—I’ll go get my second brother,” and vanished instantly.

With an excited roar, the fire dragon swallowed the sun within the Prison of Time, then surged forward like a breaking dam toward the Spirit Emperor Dao Ancestor.

Luo Wushen now clutched his purple-gold alms bowl, truly wanting to burst into tears—this bowl was an extremely powerful artifact, ranked among the supreme divine relics, yet now it had been shattered.

Otherwise, Lorelai’s mother would rather become Hikari’s Pokémon herself than let her child be bound.

“Feed?” But the empire’s general had no idea what the emperor was talking about.

After about twenty minutes, Su Yan had scouted the area. He found six public restrooms; the one on the second floor of Gate 6 had the fewest people—he decided to go there.

Zhao Qian had also followed the Weibo account of the “Flowers and Boys” production team, and he was now number one on Weibo’s trending list, so he knew exactly how netizens were discussing him.

When the two returned from the cinema, Wei Zilin specifically bought two more bottles of Maotai from the mall.

The result? The Jie Sect suffered another crushing defeat—utterly annihilated. Its disciples either died or were captured; only Master Tongtian remained, a lone commander, taken back to the mountain by his master, Hongjun the Ancestor.

“Brilliant positioning! Perfect timing!” Xiao Tian cheered.

“If that’s the case, I won’t disturb you anymore.” Qiao Xiwang stood up and prepared to leave naturally.

Bi Se stood silently outside the broken window, her emerald eyes locked on me, eerie as a serpent or scorpion in the dark—unpredictable and impossible to guard against.

A crushing defeat breeds self-doubt. For a professional player, this is the greatest inner demon.

Qin Xiaoqing introduced herself voluntarily; Wei Yushan had no choice but to give up—trying to stop her was already too late.

The phone call lasted a long time; the sunset’s glow slowly faded, and the black night fell unnoticed, like a thin veil draped over time—mysterious, serene.

A dragon-horse carriage waiting outside the palace drew special attention: its golden dragon-horse was massive, with violet-red horns indistinguishable from those of a dragon, its entire body covered in scales that shimmered under the lights.

“Let’s go, Ling’er is over there.” Tang Shi sighed, seeing Zhao Baliang gazing around like a curious child.

Lang Wen listened to the doctor’s words and knew Xiao Zhu’s condition was dire. She rushed into the room and saw Xiao Zhu lying pale on the bed, the stray strands of hair that had always troubled her now lying still against her cheeks, so peaceful.

Of course, at first, no matter how hard it strained every muscle, fin, and tail from any angle, its leap still fell impossibly short of the dragon gate.