Chapter 132

130. A Single Thought’s Pull (2/2)

Glancing at the solitary pellet on the ground, she, standing at about one meter sixty-five, let slip a barely visible smile.

When Dai Mao got married, all four pigs were slaughtered, and Li Donghua was even sent home with plenty to host a banquet—yet Li family ate the pork and still held a bland, uninspired wedding feast, leaving one disappointed.

Going empty-handed seemed slightly improper, but Yang Yuwei ultimately decided to go just as she was.

Now, as the past battle unfolded before her eyes, Su Yunchan realized how hopeless and tragic those three words—"ultimately could not prevail"—were, bearing the hopes and despair of countless Luo clan members.

A tall man, clad in a white tank top, navy camouflage shorts, and flip-flops, radiated palpable testosterone.

Yet a warmth enveloped her; when she stirred and opened her eyes again, Feng Luoyu found herself seated on a chair.

Some viewers said she successfully convinced them to play Plants vs. Zombies; others were drawn by her voice.

Han Po suddenly grew anxious—she could tell Yun Wují loved Yuan Ji, otherwise no one would refer to her as “Yun family’s eldest son’s most favored Lady Yuan.”

He helped Xia Yuexi to her feet, checked her breath, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief—this man was merely unconscious, though he had no idea how he’d ended up here.

As soon as Yu Qingcheng stepped out the gate, her triumphant expression vanished, replaced by sorrow and melancholy. Her sharp words with Ling Yun had not deepened her hatred—instead, they had unleashed the long-suppressed love buried in her heart.

Zhou Wanhao had already been waiting at the door, pacing back and forth, his face filled with anxiety.

Chen Dongli had traveled across the south and north with merchant caravans since his teens; the Chen family, a merchant-originated aristocratic clan, had only recently entered the sea salt trade, but through this period of familiarity—and by extension of knowledge—he was now nearly an expert.

Lian Nanchun froze, gazing at him blankly. Lian Xuanzhong asked Ling Yun what he meant.

Shen Xiyuan recalled Zhang Ruiyi’s words—asking a superior to ward off evil. Now she was asking Chen Jinchuan to do the same for her; the thought made her laugh inwardly.

Shi Wanxi covered her face with both hands in anguish. She had gone to great lengths to conceal Kong Zi’s romance, only to end up with this result.

On both sides, guards as fierce as wolves and tigers raised their spine-sticks and surged forward without warning, violently dragging Ling Yun away.

On Fu Baicheng’s birthday, to give him proper ceremony, Kong Zi did not immediately hand him the sports car. Instead, she blindfolded him, saying she had a surprise.

This object was precisely the energy block he had been desperately seeking—the key to awakening Qingtong.

Moreover, based on Li Feng’s experience at the Gangcheng Biological Research Institute, the zombies transformed from powerful augmented humans were even stronger in combat.

Since she could not have him, she might as well let go and allow the one she loved to step beyond this world—if he could be happy, it would be some comfort to her.

I understand—they won’t come to help. Lei Zhenglong must have said something to them.

As I surfaced, my head bumped against something—the ceiling of the water cave. I instinctively turned my head, and suddenly the space around me felt wider, as if I’d just moved into a new opening.

The day passed in an atmosphere that seemed relaxed but was in fact hectic and tense. The counterattack Blue Dragon and Tian Tian expected never came, and the C-city manga expo ended quietly. Everyone returned to the hotel, exhausted.

With Xiezi and the others providing overhead fire support from the second floor, the enemies behind struggled to advance, despite their overwhelming firepower.

Of course, Su Yifeng wasn’t entirely without value in Xia Jingru’s eyes, so she didn’t break ties with him or refuse outright out of spite—instead, she gave an excuse anyone could understand.

This point doesn’t mean the central authorities cared solely because Lin Moujian was a provincial richest man—only that they cared slightly more.

Xiu Xiu looked down and met the dark muzzle of a gun. She jerked her head away, crying, “What are you doing?” Her voice echoed in the cave, reverberating in circles, chilling to hear.

Yun Shitian’s hand slowly rose toward Luoyu, the purple battle qi cold and terrifying beyond measure.

His once-sturdy face was now shrouded in deadly menace. Yan Yu scanned the dense ranks of the allied army before him, his expression grim.

Di Tianli’s eyes flickered; he swept his sleeve across the barrier, adding another, even stronger layer around Zi Zichen’s existing seal.

“Your Majesty is wise,” Cao Ren and Liu Ye replied in unison, though inwardly they sighed—would the late emperor’s bloodline vanish entirely?

The man’s arched eyebrows twitched; his cold, deep gaze flickered with confusion. Then, Qing Yi’s fur-lined robe slipped to the snow, revealing a plain white long dress that fluttered wildly in the wind, the three-foot satin sash tied into a butterfly shape writhing like a serpent.

“Forget it~ If you don’t want to say, I won’t ask. As long as I know you’re someone with feelings, that’s enough.” Tian Xing, seeing Wang Ling’s reluctance, stopped pressing.

With things at this point, the Marquis of Qin had nothing more to say—he saw this wasn’t Prince Xiao’s true intent. Had Xiao Qiyue not been pregnant, Prince Xiao would have upheld the engagement.

Lao San’s words were perfectly timed—even Jiang Yi couldn’t help but silently admire him.

“This… it’s a long story, so I won’t elaborate. The situation before you all is simply this—please, my lords, hurry and decide what to do.”

“You…” Just as Zhang Heng was about to say more, Yang Yun couldn’t hold back—he charged out and clashed with Yu Lei.

Everyone froze, feeling that this version of Ye Banxia was unlike the one they remembered.