(75) A Man as a "Pretty Face"

One by one, the massive storage containers vanished from sight. Indeed, Liu Yi did not collect each item individually; instead, she simply gathered the “packaging boxes.” Using her space ability to teleport without pause, she boldly cleared out the entire warehouse of containers right before the other ability users. When she reached the ten-meter limit of her teleportation, she stepped out and didn’t forget to politely greet the other space ability user. “Hi, I’m a space ability user too. Nice to meet you~”

“Save…”

Ye Mu didn’t quite understand and looked at her deeply several times, but Mo Shen’s expression and actions gave no response whatsoever.

The endless dark energy and the abyssal demonic aura surged wildly, desperately trying to resist the devouring of this golden artifact. Master Jingyin snorted coldly as well, her heart clearly filled with suppressed hatred for those who had slaughtered countless disciples of her order.

He never expected Qin Xiao would be able to break through his Divine Skill of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and actually fight his way out.

Upon hearing Qin Xiao’s words, the three found a way to gracefully resolve the situation, so they naturally ended things smoothly.

With a shy cry, the awkward atmosphere left Qian Mu utterly flustered. Her gaze flickered toward Gu Chen, who was huddled in the corner, then she gave a fierce glare to Pang Feng curled up on the bed. In the next instant, she dashed out the door, leaving behind a sentence that filled Gu Chen with suspicion.

As soon as she entered, she shouted at the top of her lungs, which Shen Jiaojiao disliked. Instead, Jiaojiao sat beside Yuan Jiayi, playing on her phone, feeling at ease. Perhaps she had drunk too much soup, Jiaojiao wanted to go to the restroom. Seeing Zhou Rong and Yuan Jiayi having fun, she didn’t want to ask them to accompany her, since she knew the place well enough.

With Shen Kangning looking after Shen Jiaojiao at Kyoto University, the Shen family was quite at ease. Shen Kang’an had been accepted into Kyoto’s top military academy, which was satisfying. All four children of the Shen family were so outstanding that many envied them, and Grandpa Shen and Grandma Shen gained much prestige among outsiders.

Everyone’s attention was on Qin Xiao, but their expressions were calm; to them, it wasn’t much of a matter.

Soon, a eunuch approached Eunuch Yi with news that the noble had returned. Eunuch Yi’s face lit up with pleasure as he hurried forward to inform the bored Chai Yisheng.

Zhou Yan had now caught the eye of Commander Yan, and was about to become the son-in-law of the Commander’s Mansion. They were eager to curry favor with him, not daring to offend him.

He wore a walkie-talkie, so every word exchanged with Yang Xiu could be heard clearly. The necessary information had already begun to be collected back then.

The representative from Changnan Base offered polite thanks, then quickly led his people into the base to recuperate.

But the injury on his back was more severe. He had suffered two wounds—the first inflicted during the transfer of Qin Chu to Zhai Junlin, when a surge of force drove something into his back.

Now, taking advantage of this opportunity to reclaim the Cold Smoke Sect was best. As for Qingyun Ridge, they would deal with it later.

After parting ways with Li Ziyi, Gong Yu returned to her apartment, took a shower, played with her phone for a bit, and soon felt sleepy. She simply slept on the sofa.

“Oh, so it’s not like the rumors say—the two brothers joined at the hip? Treating your own brother like this, isn’t it a bit cruel?” Number One said in a falsely sympathetic tone.

Abandoning all his subordinates and fleeing—if Xue Yan was really alive, would he do such a thing? For a moment, Shen Yu truly felt uncertain.

Though she and Lamo had saved each other’s lives, ultimately they stood on opposite sides. They could never truly be friends.

The cave dwelling was spacious, but there were few hiding places. In less than fifteen minutes, everyone who had hidden themselves was herded into the main hall. None knew what fate awaited them; they crowded together, as if proximity could dispel the fear in their hearts.

No matter how time changed, it didn’t matter, as long as he waited for her, as long as he stayed by her side. What else could be important? Affection? Love? What if one did without them? The world was vast—who had ever seen someone truly unable to live without another? Why torment oneself unnecessarily?