Chapter 132: All Are Heretics!

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap——

Hundreds of townspeople lined up along the shore.

Seeing that enormous, never-before-seen vessel, everyone's doubts seemed to harden further.

They believed Lili.

But they still maintained some wariness toward Wu Wang, the outsider.

Now, a cruise ship unlike anything in this town had appeared—even the residents living closest to the sea had no idea how it arrived.

Everyone

"That night, I thought more about the piece you played," Nan Lan suddenly turned back and replied to Hong Li.

"You lied to me—and to Master," Nan Lan stared straight at Hong Li, not asking, but accusing.

Before Shi Yi could answer, Shi Yi muttered to himself: "To learn the outcome, please look forward to Shi Yi's reply." Shi Yi patted Shi Yi on the head.

Feng Ling wanted to nod, but suddenly felt blood surge into her throat; she smiled bitterly: So now I don't bleed from the nose anymore—I bleed from the mouth? She turned her head away, refusing to look at Long Cangjue, whose face was rigid: "Should I hate you, Feng Ling? Do I hate you?" Feng Ling stayed silent, her stubborn eyes glistening with tears.

He said it with a smile; perhaps that hatred had long since settled, transforming into a strange feeling—neither love nor hate.

The way he spoke with such confidence made me feel the world had suddenly become much simpler. He said, tell your friend to contact him, then I'll accompany her.

"Big sis! What are you saying! You're pregnant?!" Ai Moli, overhearing their conversation, turned around in shock.

"I…" Lan Er was momentarily tongue-tied; she truly hadn't visited the Empress Dowager since her marriage, and now she was at a loss for words.

She forced a smile; I squeezed her cheek once more, stepping onto the return journey filled with a thousand reluctances. As soon as I boarded the train, I couldn't hold back my tears.

When Nan Lan woke again, she found herself inside a luxurious, comfortable palanquin, feeling a warm, solid chest against her back. She turned—and froze. Ce Ling's deep, ink-like eyes smiled at her.

After parting with her sister, Gu Luoqiao did not immediately return to the company. She wandered outside, confirmed her mood had improved, and knew it wouldn't affect her work before entering the J Group building.

You should be grateful I'm still alive—otherwise, with the Alliance's reach, they'd have traced it in seconds, and you'd have nowhere left to cry.

She treated it like infant formula, giving Wei Yang its daily water dose on schedule, until the famine worsened—then she dared not eat it herself anymore, believing that every meal she took meant Wei Yang could go without several.

"Boss!" The big, burly thugs suddenly lost their nerve and cried out in panic—but didn't dare move.

As if infected by Bei Dou's fierce will, Ji Tian felt he'd been overly pessimistic—but his own experiences far outweighed Bei Dou's; he'd walked this path because of brutal reality, and now he was merely frightened again by the same reality.

The three never appearing together was Tang Rou's dying regret—and the scene he most longed to see.

"Alright, whenever you're ready—go ahead." Better to die early and be reborn; Bei Dou had no time to waste.

A long sleep awakened her. She was eager to return home and study, but seeing the hot spring outside her room, Xi Xixi changed her mind.

Qin Junlin dropped the demanding tone he'd used with the bar owner and looked tenderly at Yu Xinzheng: "It's fine—I just arrived." The full cup in his hand was the best proof of his words.

Before he could finish speaking, his expression froze—like he'd swallowed a fly, his face turning ugly.

Beneath this true storm of blood and violence, Murong Ping's blood threads spread once more, greedily absorbing the fresh blood swirling around him, replenishing his depleted true qi.