41. The Man-Eating House (Conclusion)

To be fair, in the face of such a situation, Hu Aojun and his companions dared not allow themselves a moment of distraction; thus, Chu Tianming’s repeated roars proved almost entirely ineffective.

With every step he took, his smile deepened. The blade in his hand never left the ground, carving a shallow trail behind him.

Xu Rongrong was one to adapt to local customs; besides, after all these years, she knew this place well enough.

"The Venerable Wuji and his wife both met tragic ends, yet I was left to flee for my life, burdened with the task of protecting Tianchen." Having said this, Fourth Uncle wiped away his tears, locking those painful memories away once more.

With that, pouring all his strength into his right arm, Stephen swung his fist, striking hard against Locke’s own.

In this way, when the fishing boat finally sank, these wooden planks could be distributed among everyone, perhaps saving a few lives when Chen Haokong and his men arrived.

In a sense, where has the spirit of the Pre-Qin era or the character of the Han and Tang dynasties gone? Even the indomitable spirit of the late Song Dynasty—where a hundred thousand scholars cast themselves into the sea and hundreds of thousands of survivors chose death over enslavement—has vanished.

Qiao Ningsi witnessed this scene from the side. She lowered her head and smiled, delighted that Bu Chenyuan and Shen Moli had reached such a point in their relationship.

Qiao Ningsi’s eyes suddenly reddened. She pulled her gaze away and looked at Chi Beizhe once more. Seeing his uneasy expression, tears of raw emotion nearly welled up in her eyes, and she quickly turned her face away to hide them.

"There are sophisticated instruments everywhere; I don't quite understand them." Qian Xin frowned, as this was the first time she had encountered something that truly stumped her.

"Since you wanted to terrify me with your psychological games, I’ll turn you into a sieve!" Seeing victory within reach, Yanzhi Lei grew emboldened.

After Luo Ran’s face darkened, his eyes seemed to fall into a hollow void. It was a true emptiness; though his nose still breathed and his hands still moved, his eyes lacked vitality. His robotic caretaker was not far away, but his gaze remained vacant, lacking any focus.

Su Ha watched the backs of Vera and the other as he helped Angela up from the ground, drew his massive Quange greatsword from his back, and followed them.

Lan Yun’er acted as if she were privy to inside information, openly exposing the high society’s criticisms of Rong Qian without a shred of hesitation.

He meant that even if it cost him all the power he had secretly accumulated in the capital, he would rescue her.

The entire match turned on its head. A total wipeout followed, with the opposition trading one for four, leaving the Alien team in a slump.

A Shi finally breathed a sigh of relief. While waiting for a red light, she picked up her phone and glanced at the man’s message: "Stay safe, and don't get caught in the rain."

Everyone gathered to look, only to find it was a sheet of music. Beneath the simple notation were lyrics that felt... strangely familiar, yet also somewhat foreign.

Therefore, it was almost certain that if Luan Fei approached Tong Guan with this idea, he would not only be rebuffed but would also severely bruise Tong Guan’s "pure" heart.

Yueliang rolled her eyes and set down her chopsticks in frustration. She knew full well that their family’s situation was truly dire.

"An Mu, I think you should wear a gown with a Huaxia aesthetic. Your features are naturally classical; this elegant style will make you even more captivating," Miss Wu suggested.

But Situ Xuan did not head toward the stairs; instead, he pulled her to a door on the 31st floor.

"What happened?" Tian Chunli and Mr. Luo exchanged a glance, both wearing expressions of utter confusion.

I hadn't been working hard on dinner, so I just nodded. Zhang Youze turned to the side, and just as he reached for the phone, it rang.

"Mother Pan, why do you bear false witness? This hairpin was a gift from my husband!" Pan Jinlian cried out, her hair disheveled after the woman had yanked the accessory from her head, feeling both shamed and enraged.

"Lan Lianxia, is that you? Why did you come back? Do you even intend to strip me of my most humble opportunity?"

"If you are heartless, don't blame me for being unrighteous!" Driven to despair, Zhang Feng watched his "colleagues" closing in on him and simply raised his hands in surrender.

When Dazhalu saw them return, he realized the hunting mission had failed. Determined not to let the night bring further complications, he asked the Shenlong Shajun to send reinforcements to fight outside the city, resolving to engage Shang Jielong’s forces in a final, decisive battle.

She was tired and no longer wanted to persist. Perhaps living out the rest of her days in peace would not be such a bad thing.

"Therefore, Xiliang should not demand so many craftsmen. Out of imperial favor, the court can grant Liu Fan three hundred!" Yang Biao cared little for mere craftsmen; to him, these lowly people were dispensable. He only wanted to contend with Liu Dan, for as the saying goes, one doesn't fight for a steamed bun, but for one's pride.

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate. After jotting down his thoughts in a few brief lines, he handed the letter to Youzhu.

Yuan Ling watched the group moving away in silence. Only when they were almost out of sight did he suddenly raise his hands. This simple movement caused the surrounding seawater to halt, turning as solid as concrete, freezing everything in its place.

"Don't you know that electronics like computers shouldn't get wet?" Leng Haoxuan pointed at the computer and asked in a deep voice.

After the main legion of the Wolf-Slaughtering King was annihilated by the disciples, Grand Marshal Li Hanlong mobilized his massive army to march on Ancient Wolf Pass, preparing for a final showdown with the Ancient Evil God.

Silence—absolute silence. Not even the chirping of insects could be heard, which felt deeply unsettling.

However, the energy contained within the mark was so vast that Yuan Ling had no time to absorb or integrate it before it surged into his body all at once. A sharp pain erupted from the depths of his soul, nearly forcing a scream from his lips.

Once Qianye stood steady, he smiled at Chen Huaiyu, "Do you believe me now?" As he set Zhu Yan’er down, he noticed her face was flushed; held in Qianye’s arms, she felt her face burning.

Perhaps dragons once ruled this territory, and super-serpents held another prime location, while even tigers sought a share of the spoils in this region?

True maturity of the heart does not come from how much one experiences, but from having a dream and putting forth one's utmost effort to realize it—that is the essence of character.

Lin Ran must have been completely unaware of all this. After all, given Mo Hanzhi’s nature, he would never place the things he guarded like his own heart and soul in any danger.