Chapter 264: Inquiry, Spring Water

An old man sat leaning against the wooden door of the small house, his face wrinkled, eyes half-closed, basking in the sun, watching the three without obstruction.

Zhao Ti glanced at the man, pausing thoughtfully; the old man’s appearance suggested he had drunk the Spring Water, but it was hard to say—after all, the Spring Water preserves one’s youthful appearance, it does not reverse aging.

Drink it when young, and you keep your youth; drink it in middle age, and you keep your middle age look; drink it when old, and you naturally remain as you are now.

Still, he could not let the man sleep outside like this—if he caught a chill, it would be troublesome.

Not bad, far better than his cloth armor; once he equipped the ring and clothing, his overall stats underwent a dramatic transformation, for he no longer had any beginner gear.

Inside the door, Jiang Momo took off her shirt to examine her shoulders—just as she expected, two red marks from the straps burned with sharp pain.

With the hyena’s simplistic AI intelligence, it clearly wouldn’t consider this issue; seeing the hateful human finally stop moving, it surged forward with all four limbs, leaping into the air, jaws wide open, aiming to bite Li Qingyun’s skull.

A flying dagger pierced through Xiao Yanyao before he could finish speaking, pinning him through the heart; he barely had time to shove Shi Wuchen aside before collapsing slowly, then dissolving into a purple tail.

He wondered—if since high school he had promised to be with Zijun, if Zijun had never endured this storm, if she had relied on him, would they still be as happy as today?

Li Guixiang felt especially good about herself in the Jiang household; she had given birth to three sons in a row, all boys, and as the eldest daughter-in-law, she had ample confidence.

Xu Jingbei wanted to pry open Xuan Yuan Tuo’s skull to see what was inside—how could he not understand flexibility, after all she had said?

But Xuan Yuan Chen refused; he pulled Huo Simeng to sit beside the bed, placed his hand on her shoulder, and began massaging her neck and shoulders.

The Bulls’ shooting percentage severely dragged down their offensive efficiency; the highest shooter on the team was Cowell, but when mismatched against James, he was helpless—James broke past Cowell, grabbing him, yet Cowell couldn’t hold on; James merely brushed past him, and Cowell flew out of bounds.

Huang Yu caught the ball, stopped abruptly, and launched a long three-pointer; Anthony clearly didn’t expect Huang Yu to shoot from there, caught off guard, he could only watch helplessly as the ball swished through the net—further extending the Lakers’ lead.

Liu Sui Feng’s forehead flushed with fire; he glared, eyes wide: “Facing death, still stubborn as a duck!” He flicked his sleeve, gazed at the ceiling, muttering incessantly, words indistinct.

The age of anxiety is sinking; as a result, many young people have adopted a “middle-aged aura”—at the very age when one should be full of vigor, they’re shrouded in the characteristic dread of middle age: eyes dull, sighing constantly, even drifting toward passive oblivion.

The remark was brazen, but those around him didn’t care—they cared only about Liu Ziling’s jade hand.

Suspension and fines meant nothing; what was strange was that in America, he had assaulted a billionaire and gotten away with it.

Ten minutes later, they began moving, but when they reached the balcony and looked down, it felt like a chasm below—the visibility remained low, and raindrops struck their faces, cool but sending a shiver through them.

Di Lie inherited Fan Zhongyan’s concern for the nation and its people; seeing the Song court grow increasingly corrupt and warfare erupt across the land, he knew national crisis was imminent.

When Fang Jinzhi felt the tension on her reins lighten, she realized she had lost Bai Sheng; after searching long in the sandstorm and losing her way, she wandered farther and farther, ultimately leaving Bai Sheng in Yelu Guyu’s arms.

Fortunately, artificial humans on the Qi Continent do not possess the same power system as those in the Dragon Ball dimension.

Given this, I divided the army into two columns: one led by Zhang Zhao, following the Tea-Horse Road westward, circling around Yulong Snow Mountain to reach Lijiang City; the other led by me personally, marching directly east from Heqing toward Lijiang.