Chapter 228: This World Is This Cruel (Combined)

The moon in the sky.

Like a pearl, like a jade plate.

As the saying goes, the moon is fullest on the sixteenth day of the month.

But today was neither the fifteenth nor the sixteenth, and just minutes ago the moon still had a slight gap.

In an instant, it became perfectly round and bright.

Very strange.

Wu Wang's remark about how big and white it was obviously referred to the moon—what else could it mean?

He was still recalling events from the perspective of the troupe master, Yu Ji.

The malevolent spirit glanced coldly at Huang Yancai, then sank into the Ghost Banner at Cui Feng's call.

Shi Yi gobbled down his food, while Yang Linxiao took only vegetables and salad for himself, smiling as he watched Shi Yi eat.

Fei Liangyan carried the sleeping Lu Tong into a hotel, booked a room, gently laid Lu Tong on the bed, and guarded him until dawn.

"Good son, go downstairs—your father wants to talk to you about assigning this year's company promotion to Fengxiangbiao Design Institute," Sun Huixian said casually.

"This hotel has been here ten years, yet we've never seen our sect's young mistress come by!" the server said regretfully.

The youth barely dodged a slash aimed at his chest by a slightly overweight man. Before he could catch his breath, another dark-skinned man struck from behind with a gunshot.

The battle didn't last long. A clang rang out, and Shi Yan flew dozens of meters away. He steadied himself, his throat sweetening again. He coughed once, and could no longer hold back a mouthful of blood.

Fei Liangyan hadn't expected Ling'er to tattle to his mother—he remembered how, back in school, she'd always covered for him when he skipped class to play.

Shi Yan returned to the box, drew ticket number thirty-one, and waited for the next match.

As Linghu Bai said, Chu Mo's achievement of the seventh-rank realm at such a young age was indeed rare, and this had taken only a few years.

Dai Xingning saw Lu Ci appear as a lawyer for the first time—nearly identical to how he'd looked at the press conference: solemn expression, piercing gaze. He gave them a slight nod, then got straight to the point.

Yin Keran's face also turned grim. Qiao Nai's words weren't baseless; he must have verified them.

Not just Bai Wumei and Huang Jiuchuan—Chen Xingyuan and Zhou Hai also watched the battle through the Celestial Mirror.

After all, Su Chenyue had always followed the same routine during her livestream sales; even if others weren't bored, she herself had begun to feel weary.

Tan Ling entered the Celestial Warship. Xun Fei floated over, scanning him with surprising astonishment: "Why are you back? This is Solar Essence—how did you get it…?" Such a reaction shouldn't belong to a high-intelligence AI—but it happened.

The appearance of the opponent's Great Luo Immortal proved that our own Great Luo Immortal sent to decapitate them had perished.

In the blink of an eye, half the flask of Wuliangchun was gone. Seeing Gong Lin's behavior, both men grew furious, their expressions darkening.

Hearing her change how she addressed him, Liang Yizhe felt euphoric, smiling like a doting aunt throughout.

Wang Zhongyi stared at Li Zhonghua's detox pill, stunned—he hadn't expected the other to possess such a valuable item.

If she revealed she'd come out specifically to investigate the Lao Song family, people might jump to conclusions.

But how could the sect master give away everything? In the end, he only gave some to the Medicine Peak and the Artifact Peak, ordering them to quickly figure out why these plants could grow in the Dark Forest—and ideally, create pills or artifacts to resist miasma and death energy.

Seeing the reporters outside failing to get the truth and preparing to fabricate stories, Zhou Tai could no longer hold back.