(122) The Three Kingdoms have fallen; why is Diaochan still here?

In weather so oppressively hot that the temperature climbed past sixty degrees, there was no need to boil water. Leaving it beneath the sun was enough to make it scalding hot.

Liu Yi climbed into the sun-warmed water and still found it scorching, but she was tough enough to endure it, so she washed herself from head to toe several times.

“I’m alive again!” It was one thing to be nearly suffocated by her own stench, but after sitting in it for so long, she seemed to have grown accustomed to her own smell. That was truly humiliating.

She could not even be bothered to dry her hair, merely rubbing it a couple of times.

“Oh, right! I’ll transform into a human and go save them!” The Chaos Beast’s entire body roiled with mist. In the blink of an eye, it became a handsome, lively boy of fifteen or sixteen, who was now sitting in Nangong Li’s arms.

Anyone capable of claiming first place in a particular art might well be a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. How could she possibly possess such ability?

Gu’er did not want to put it too harshly. After all, Chen Fengjiao was a mother, and in her eyes, Lin Sui’er was absolutely wonderful—worthy of anyone. The problem was that other people did not think she was good enough.

Huyan Nuanxin watched the light flickering in Mo Liuchi’s eyes. All she had done was fool him once. Was there really any need for him to react like this?

In professional competitions, snowballing worked by slowly accumulating such advantages until they eventually became an overwhelming equipment lead. At that point, as long as the team did not make any major mistakes, it would basically be impossible to lose a team fight.

After hearing Qi Qing’er say all that, countless emotions and sighs, mingled with the stirrings that had occasionally risen from the depths of his heart since the days of his reckless youth, melted into feelings too complex to put into words.

Chunxiang came to her senses and hurried over to placate Gu’er with an ingratiating smile. Just as her sister-in-law had said, if Gu’er bore a grudge and somehow got her man fired, he might beat her to death.

His voice reached her ears in a daze, carrying a smile as though it had traveled from some distant stretch of time.

Gu’er was truly too tired to listen to Liu Yuemei any longer. Yet trading insults with her would only make a spectacle of them both, so she felt it was best to leave and spare herself the aggravation.

Lone City Beneath the Moon did not reply, but he had to admit that her flattery had made him feel just a little pleased.

“Husband, please take good care of Yu’er and let him grow up healthy. One day, Yue’er will surely reunite with you…” Before she left, Ling Yue sent the words to Luo Mingfeng through a transmission of vital energy.

“He is only fourteen years old! Think about what you were doing when you were fourteen, and then look at this matter again. You will understand exactly how absurd it is!” The Italian commentator shook his head, his tone light and flippant, filled with disapproval.

Of course, all of that was merely hearsay; Xu Miao had never witnessed it herself. After helping Madam Feng finish cleaning the pig intestines, Madam Lü personally led Madam Jiang, Madam Zheng, and Xu Bing in beginning to fill the blood sausages.

After setting Zhang Yumeng down and sending her to find her father, Li Wei mounted the giant dragon and prepared to fly straight to the headquarters of the Martial Artists Association.

His idea was simple. These people’s personalities matched the characters in the script perfectly. Since they were essentially playing themselves, the demands on their acting ability could be lowered considerably.

“Are you stupid? This is a pickup field! If you play like that, anyone who goes up against you is going to take you down. You’re practically begging to get kicked! What if you get hurt? Are you still planning to join the national youth team? Can you use your brain for once? Playing soccer takes brains. If your brain gets damaged, there’s no fixing it, got it?”

Gao Tian had also begun earnestly trying to reason with him.

Just as Li An was searching for the next strange fruit tree, the sound of footsteps came from the garden. A moment later, an enraged voice suddenly roared out.

They all understood that if Xu Miao was unwilling, nothing anyone said would matter. Ever since Ouyang Minrui arrived that day, Xu Miao had exchanged only a single sentence with him at the beginning and had not spoken to him again.

The Ye family was the undisputed foremost clan in Jiangnan City, extending its influence across the military, government, business, and martial worlds. Its industries were vast, and it enjoyed a certain reputation throughout the entire country.

After a very long period spent “on the road,” they finally reached Nanyang City. It was already mid-May, and the climate in the south had begun to grow hot. Xu Miao had lived in the north in both of her lifetimes, so she truly could not withstand the sweltering weather. With the carriage stiflingly hot as well, she found it even more unbearable.