Chapter 52: Can We Play a Normal Game?

Gu Xiaomo sent another message to Duan Mucheng. Ever since Duan Mucheng became a guest, Gu Xiaomo hadn’t stopped texting him. Though their exchanges were through words, and Duan Mucheng’s replies weren’t perfunctory—he didn’t simply respond with “oh,” “hmm,” or “ah”—Gu Xiaomo still felt that something had changed. He was not as he used to be.

#How’s it going? Is everything going smoothly?
#Pretty good. Thoughtful.

That was Duan Mucheng’s reply. Just like that—concise, polite.

When Xuanyuan Liyue reached out to continue channeling true energy into her, he realized the skin beneath his hand was truly warm.

A shrill cry rang out. Even as Dong Fang was held down by Ya Zi, he curled up in pain, murmuring in agony, seemingly unable to utter a sound.

Yet as soon as she finished speaking, Guan Tianyi gave a strange smile, “A man? Are you sure you’re a man?” Before being dragged into this peculiar space by the person before him, he’d personally heard the masked man outside—rumored to be the leader of the Divine Cultivation Alliance—call her ‘girl.’

The more Zhou Ruolan spoke, the deeper Shen Zhan’s suspicions grew. But he said nothing, suppressing his doubts and gently soothing Zhou Ruolan’s emotions.

The screen resembled an enormous sand table. Of course, the simulation displayed wasn’t a real fool, but a computer-generated image projected directly onto the huge screen, so everyone present could clearly see its contents.

The man leveled his gun at Wang Yang’s heart. A muffled shot echoed, filling the air with the scent of blood.

But when he learned that this item had been exchanged for the lives of two informants, he couldn’t help but feel its weight in his hands, and the burdens upon his shoulders seemed to grow heavier still.

Pei Qingzhi, upon reconsideration, realized that she’d indeed quarreled all the way with that young prince.

Just as Liu Wei was about to sit down, the phone he’d just hung up started ringing again. The homeroom teacher’s face darkened instantly.

In this situation, if anyone dared act otherwise, they’d be branded as a subordinate of the Shrouded Sky Society—and that would be a disastrous outcome.

She certainly couldn’t admit that she’d been frightened off by reading online comments like “Your boyfriend wants to devour you completely.”

Shen Rusong assumed it was just a formality and didn’t pay it much mind. Slinging his gun over his shoulder, he called Old Huang to help divide the wild boar meat—a form of compensation.

Drawing on the original host’s memories, she’d already served the other’s meal. By the time they ate, the steaming rice had probably cooled considerably.

She was the acting CEO of the Zhuang Corporation and had frequent dealings with the Fu Group. She’d once met Fu Beijue at an international conference.

The Ancestral Dragon physique was inherently formidable, and combined with the domineering Nine Dragons World-Stabilizing Technique, it possessed a power beyond ordinary imagination.

“Your Majesty, please clarify,” Di Renjie said. Although he dared not challenge the emperor, he needed a clear answer.

Lin Xiyan listened to Jianxi’s words and felt her mother must have lived a happy life. Her parents were harmonious, with no discord between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Ye Zi stared at Fang Hui with sparkling eyes, her face full of fervor, as if desperate for him to answer personally.

Countless attempts had been made to build livestock farms on the surface, but in the underground city, transport capacity was tighter than housing. Faced with the dilemma of ammunition supply versus hauling pig feed, no one would choose the latter.

Stepping out of the house, Song Zheng walked toward the west courtyard. Hu Qiang was brandishing a steel blade, sparring with another armed secret guard. Their duel was lively, with Tiger watching eagerly, itching to join in.

It could be said that wearing it provided immunity to all poisons; during mosquito-ridden summers, it was certainly a useful item. Qin Bin wanted to buy it, fashion it into ornaments for his sister and mother, and of course, Cold Cicada and Qiu Yudie would receive theirs as well.