Chapter 228: This World Is So Cruel (Combined Parts 1 & 2)

The bright moon hanging on the horizon.

Like a pearl, like a jade plate.

As the saying goes, the moon on the fifteenth is roundest on the sixteenth.

Yet today was neither the fifteenth nor the sixteenth; even the moon from a few minutes ago still bore a slight wane.

In an instant, it became round and bright.

Most eerie.

When Wu Wang said it was so big and so white, he was of course referring to the moon; what else could he possibly mean?

He was still recalling events from the perspective of the troupe leader's registration.

That fierce soul cast a cold glance at Huang Yancai, then, at Cui Feng's call, sank into the Ghost Soul Banner.

Shi Yi wolfed down his food, while Yang Lin Xiao, having taken only some vegetables and salad for himself, smiled as he watched Shi Yi eat.

Fei Liangyan carried the sleeping Lu Tong into a hotel, opened a room, gently placed Lu Tong on the bed, and then guarded Lu Tong until dawn.

"Good son, go down; your father says he wants to discuss which Wind Vane Design Institute should handle the company's publicity this year," Sun Huixian said casually.

"Our hotel has a ten-year history, yet we have never seen the young lady of our sect visit!" that waiter said regretfully.

The youth clumsily dodged a horizontal slash aimed at his chest by a slightly portly man. Before he could catch his breath, a somewhat dark-skinned man to his rear right ambushed him with a gunshot from behind.

Such a battle did not last long; with a "clang," Shi Yan was sent flying dozens of meters again. He steadied himself, and a sweet taste rose in his throat once more. He coughed, unable to hold back a mouthful of fresh blood.

Fei Liangyan did not expect Ling'er to actually tattle to their mother; he remembered that when he skipped school to play during their school days, Ling'er always covered for him.

Shi Yan returned to that box, drew out a slip numbered thirty-one, and began waiting for the next match.

As Linghu Bai had said, Chu Mo's reaching the Seventh Grade realm at such a young age was indeed rare and precious, and this had occurred in merely a few years.

Dai Xingning saw Lu Ci appear for the first time in the capacity of a lawyer; he looked almost exactly as he had at the press conference, with a deep expression and sharp gaze. Seeing their group, he merely nodded faintly before getting straight to the point.

Yin Keran's face also turned extremely ugly; Qiao Nai's words were certainly not baseless, and he must have already verified them.

Not only Bai Wumei and Huang Jiuchuan, but Chen Xingyuan and Zhou Hai also used the Sky-Scrying Mirror to watch this battle.

After all, Su Chenyue had always followed that same routine during his live-streamed sales; even if others were not annoyed, he himself had already begun to feel a sense of weariness.

Tan Ling entered the Heavens Warship. Xunfei floated over, glanced at Tan Ling with great surprise, and said, "How do you have time to return? This is Scorching Sun Jingyuan; how did you obtain it...?" Such a reaction should not belong to a high-intelligence machine, yet it occurred.

The appearance of the opponent's Great Luo Jinxian proved that the Great Luo Jinxian sent by their side to decapitate the enemy had already perished.

In the blink of an eye, half a pot of Wuliang Chunjiu was gone. Seeing Gong Lin like this, the two felt immediate fury, their faces changing slightly.

Hearing the change in how she addressed him, Liang Yizhe's mood soared even higher, wearing a constant auntie smile throughout.

Looking at the Poison-Neutralizing Pill in Li Zhonghua's hand, Wang Zhongyi was stunned; he had not expected the other party to possess such fine treasures.

If she revealed that she had specifically come out to investigate the Old Song family's affairs, people would inevitably suspect her motives.

But how could the Sect Master possibly give everything away? In the end, he only gave some to the Medicine Peak and the Artifact Peak, urging them to quickly research why these plants could grow in the Dark Forest, and ideally to produce pills and spiritual artifacts capable of resisting the miasma and death qi.

Seeing that the reporters outside could not get the truth and were starting to fabricate stories, Zhou Tai could no longer restrain himself.