Chapter 91: The Desolate Grave in the Mountains

That night, the two stayed in the He family mansion; guest rooms had been prepared in the back courtyard, one for each.

Chen Yan found it comfortably pleasant—heavy families like this used only premium furniture, fixtures, and supplies.

That night, Chen Yan sat in meditation and practiced Qi circulation.

If she was merely throwing a tantrum to get his attention, she had truly succeeded—without her phone calls harassing him, without her constantly appearing before him, he genuinely felt uneasy.

This time, Naruto used the method previously taught to Hinata by Mu Yue, for in the final two days before the match, Mu Yue had also imparted this method to Naruto, to help him perform better in the competition.

Behind them, Iruka, Kakashi, and the other instructors stood there, smiling.

Bai merely smiled faintly, then led Mu Yue to the room he had discovered belonged to the city lord.

Xue Hongmei still refused, but Li Jun did not press her; they were still unfamiliar with each other, and things would naturally improve with time.

“Damn, this guy is so stubborn. Not only does he keep up with my speed, his reaction time is astonishingly sharp.” The pale man moved while inwardly reeling, even beginning to regret using speed to suppress him.

The smoky-haired handsome man stared blankly at Yan Bing, mouth agape in an O, oblivious as his cigarette fell onto his clothes.

Thus, all those with ambition who had long taken interest in Mu Yue hurried to the Hokage Tower, where they knew he frequently went.

As the arena’s atmosphere reached fever pitch, the spectator stands remained restless. Though they could not hear what Nordland and the others were saying, the tense, confrontational posture was unmistakable.

Ping’an drove to the company, walked into the reception hall with her report, and immediately sensed strange glances from everyone. She smiled and nodded to them, then walked straight to the private elevator. An employee stepping out of the adjacent elevator also smiled at Ping’an with an ambiguous expression.

Both were arrogant, disdainful types accustomed to bullying others; when words failed, they immediately drew blades, nearly coming to blows on the spot.

In Su Family Village, Su Chenrui and Meng Mingxu entered the village at midnight; due to the large number of people and the noise, many households were awakened.

Since Gong Sun Qi had harbored ill intentions toward Shang Guan Mei and spoken disrespectfully, Lin Qingxuan had grown deeply disgusted with the Gong Sun clan; after arriving at Li Huo Island, the actions of the Gong Sun patriarch only deepened Lin Qingxuan’s resentment.

Though autumn had not yet arrived, the Su siblings were low in status and influence; unlike other villagers who could gather enough firewood in one day to last half a month, they could only accumulate it day by day.

After giving birth, Wang Meiren needed herbal medicine to recover, but Empress He secretly dispatched a trusted eunuch to replace the medicine with poison, killing Wang Meiren.

The greatest strength of this poem lies in its vagueness—you can interpret it any way you wish. It first spread on the streets, drawing attention from relevant parties, then rumors were fabricated to hint at its intended target.

Similar phenomena occurred at several nearby corpses—even one beyond the campfire’s edge was already wrapped in branches.

He thought it over but ultimately did not raise it; the Peace Robots held too great a significance for humanity—the duty of clearing zombies and protecting humans might soon fall to them.

The Ten Demons Association was not foolish; Yu Shen Yumei could protect only a very limited number of people, and she dared not deceive them in any way. This alone reveals how patient she was—this virtue had allowed her to always have the last laugh in her life.

If they held onto Xiangshi Port, their three brigades could receive fire support from six beached warships.

“Master, what do you mean?” Lingzi had thrown a flirtatious glance with no effect, and was feeling frustrated when she suddenly heard Master Le speak this way—she asked in surprise.

Mu Sheng and Mu Xian, seeing nightfall approaching, took lodging in the village; though they could have slept outdoors without issue, their cultivation in the mortal world required interaction with people.

The Qin family’s kitchen was large, with a big refrigerator filled with ingredients; every day, Aunt Wang went to the supermarket to buy fresh supplies in wide variety, so that if An Yutong suddenly craved something, it could be prepared immediately.

“Wood’s expansion—nothing can block it!” Ling Yang launched the first attack; his arm moved slightly, revealing the Wood Principle, unfolding a world of wood—wooden spears pierced the earth and erupted upward, and in an instant, the empty surroundings were swallowed by spears.

Though the other’s emotions seemed calmed, his earlier expression… beneath this question lay shock, disbelief, disbelief, a tangle of love and hatred, sorrow—could it have been any less than that time, that year?

The wine cup lifted slightly, the liquid unspilled, sliding like a waterslide down the divine pillar until Mikami caught it in her mouth.

In Ye Feng’s room, Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes fixed intently on the brown pill hovering above his palm, enveloped in fire-affinity soul force, refining its impurities.

“Ha, this can be arranged later! But who knows when?” Thinking this, I stopped placing hope on Li Jia; instead, I’d test Chen Rong myself—if she feared I’d sleep with Li Jia, she wouldn’t let me touch her tonight.

“No! I can’t just sit here and wait to die!” Chen Yu gritted his teeth, gripped the cow’s fur tightly, and slowly forced his body to stand.

“We still have time! More than two hours until departure!” Geng Hou Tian stood up, walked to Duan Lili’s side, and draped an arm over her shoulder.

Tang Yaohui also sighed in relief—he truly couldn’t beat Jin Hong now. He smiled at the sword on the ground. His weapon had been lost at the ruins’ entrance, yet now he’d gained another. He wondered how many credits he’d get for returning it to school. He couldn’t use the sword himself—better go find a knife instead.

On WeChat, Zou Fuyan sent a friend request; the note read: “You just deleted me like that?”

You just sit and rest. I’ll go to the kitchen and stir-fry some green peppers, then make a cold dish of spinach with vermicelli.

“Did you bring me here?” Zhao Hu lifted his neck to rise, but the motion pulled at his stitched wounds, making him grimace in pain.

Luo Ying carried in the luggage and saw Yu Sheng striking herself hard—the sound “crack!” rang out sharply.