Volume One, Chapter 46: Don't Regret It Later

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When he was born, his mother died, and his father never took to him; though he never openly declared enmity, it was nearly the same. Shuanghan told Qiu Mo to wait outside, then slipped into the dilapidated hut. After a moment, she emerged holding a bulging cloth sack, her face alight with joy as she shook it triumphantly before Qiu Mo. The thought of completing the mission assigned from Mount Nan Yue, reaping the rewards, rising to team captain, and then stripping Manyue Sha to tie her up in a room to torment and use daily filled Alank with a sudden fiery excitement, almost unbearable in its intensity. Behind them, three Buick sedans that had been tailing for a long time suddenly accelerated, aiming straight for Zuo Bin's seatbelt. As expected, Yue Chaoxi vetoed Song Haoran’s suggestion; the best solution now was to find an experienced driver. Pondering deeply, Xiong Zhantian hesitated for the first time. This was Baidi City, his hometown. These demon queens were his townsfolk—was it too cruel to ask him to kill them? At that thought, Wen Weixing’s face turned pale, and he suddenly dashed past Akan, shouting back into the training camp. From a distance, Jiang Yuebai spotted Consort Chen adorned with pearls and jade, dressed in bright peach-pink, and was greatly alarmed. Due to the attack on Qiu Shihua, Qiu Qianzhan had been shuttling between the county government and the Qiu mansion with Chang'an County Officer Wang Zhihai since early morning. By the time he returned home and saw Qiu Mo, it was nearly the time for the city gates to close. With a sharp glance, Xie Xing noticed a strange phenomenon: within this great pit lay a pool—but it was not water, but molten lava, radiating immense power. Conversely, Hou Yi needed further honing; only by truly completing the transformation of mind and spirit could he succeed as a ruler. She was still busy cooking; three dishes already laid on the table, alongside a cookbook. The aroma was tempting, but when Li Quan glanced at the completed dishes, he saw a cluster of black, sticky lumps. Huh? Chicken wings? What on earth was that? Meanwhile, the basement, though potentially threatened by burrowing monsters, was still somewhat safer than the rooms above. Ding Yixu was about to say she had several outfits when Li Quan suggested, “How about I pick out some new clothes for you?” She immediately shook her head, saying she hadn’t bought any, then nodded vigorously in agreement. Leaning on the bed, Li Quan chuckled recalling last night’s events. A frightened rabbit, just guarding the burrow—she would stay eventually. He was busy building a grand harem, urgently needing more members. If only he could recruit openly on the street, it would be full by now.

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Amid frantic screams, the defensive barrier tore open several rifts, allowing hordes of decayed corpses to flood in, unleashing a frenzy of slaughter. Many things were unfolding exactly as Li Quan had planned, though he remained uninvolved in any of the actions. “If we simply pick a marksman, wouldn’t Sun Shangxiang and Hou Yi fit Team Nine’s lineup better than Yuan Fang?” Su Mu asked Nangong Feiyan with a puzzled look. Even the God of War and God of Wine showed surprise; it was clear Ye Jianguo had deceived them all. Ye Chenfeng hadn’t seen Liu Fangfei in a long time and sensed her treating him like a stranger. The great figures were stunned; never before had they encountered such a strange event. When the black hole’s gravity took hold, their bodies felt controlled like puppets, completely immobilized and manipulated by another. Yet, his qi cultivation remained solid; at least his outward expression betrayed no unusual signs. That girl was incredibly smart—if she knew he harbored feelings for her, she would likely pack up and leave immediately or avoid him altogether. From afar, the muscles on his body gleamed bronze in the sunlight, each sinew dazzlingly bright. For over a decade, the Silver Moon River had been traversed by Yuan Fujiang’s fleet, always attacking others. He ordered Chu Zhengrong to assist Cui Zhen on the frontier, with Zhu Junxuan and Zhu Junhai joining; Hei San was to go to Wuyu Pass, while Zuo Si and Zuo Wu went together, with fresh troops replacing their posts. Li Jian was surprised to meet Aeolus again; despite the commotion that night, he hadn’t been killed. Yet Chaoxi believed she was not a coward; if she feared death, she wouldn’t have tried to block her in the secret passage—it was a gamble with her life, perhaps also tired of being manipulated by Shen Fei, seeking release. A glance at Zong Sen’s WeChat message revealed it concerned the blood zombies: just a few words—“Master Fan, did you really defeat the blood zombies?”—followed by fifty or sixty shocked emojis. “Huh? Raise your head? Nonsense!” Flames instinctively looked up, only to choke on his own saliva in an instant.

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Flames shook his head, about to lazily return to his own garden, when he suddenly heard the rustle of flowing robes behind him. “After waking up, we still need to find a way to stabilize Mr. Zhang’s emotions...” Wang Tao said, exchanging looks with Dou Guanyu. She was somewhat worried, fearing Zhang Zhiye’s father might mention their families’ ties and speak on his behalf. He tried to use dream control techniques to destroy the sticky slime enveloping him but suddenly realized the major energy centers within his body were frozen, preventing him from casting spells normally. Upgrading his weaponry, he now operated with a brain-computer interface helmet, adjusting and correcting with his fingers. Sword Yuan Sect disciples and those from the Western Mountain Sword Sect, fleeing for their lives, saw Wei Li’s chaotic thunder seal repelling the shadow demons, and hurriedly gathered around him. Clad in a white shirt and fitted trousers, the tall young man of around six feet was strikingly handsome. Yet, out of basic courtesy, he crouched by the lake quietly admiring the view like a loyal dog. Yan Haotian and Meng Chen snorted coldly, scowling as they lifted the unconscious Gao Yi, leaving the boxing gym. The Snake King and Wild Fury, persuaded earnestly and indebted for their lives, reluctantly agreed to follow Purple Robe Long Mei to a mountain dwelling, where they ate and rested in a prepared house. When Old Song started speaking, the onlookers began chattering noisily, nearly causing the old man to faint—fortunately, his two sons supported him.