Chapter 33: Consider Me

After hanging up the phone, De Ling looked out at the myriad of city lights, feeling a hollow emptiness within.

There was only one person left in this world who loved her, and she wanted nothing more than to keep her close. Every effort she made was solely to buy them more time together.

Her phone chimed—a WeChat message from Lin Shanni, containing only a few brief words: "Friday, 6:00 PM, Westin Hotel revolving restaurant." Below it was an attached photo of a man...

"Move out first. Don't stay put, or the enemy will surround us," Han Zhan commanded with a wave of his hand, signaling everyone to enter the primeval forest.

He looked at Zhao Qingran, who was frowning slightly beside him, and could already guess what was happening.

Zhao Qingran recalled the time she was still with Yating. She had seen Ji Weiyan when he took her out to sea; he must have been searching for her back then, right?

Just like Ye Chenming and Ding Le, the two were legally recognized partners, sharing joint property and the right to adopt children.

Watching the slight furrow in her brow, Ji Weiyan still felt uneasy. He sighed softly, then leaned down, his large hand covering her stomach through her clothes.

Xiao Tao had kept his energy suppressed, and the arrogant, careless Tao Fei naturally failed to notice. It was only when Xiao Tao’s first punch landed, followed by a sudden, hidden burst of internal force that dealt a heavy blow, that Tao Fei realized he had been caught in a trap.

Throughout this process, no one attacked Yin Lian. Of course, there were a few sour remarks, claiming she was just lucky and had been riding on the coattails of Ke Ke and A Yin all along.

The jewelry box in Tao Xiu’s pocket had not been placed with the other gifts. Even if his mother had thrown everything else away in a fit of rage, at least these red agate earrings remained.

A series of whistling sounds pierced the air as several arrows, gleaming with a cold light, shot forth, their sharp tips aimed directly at the fleeing figure.

He did not know how much time had passed, but Lu Qingyu, who had been struggling to find a breakthrough, was suddenly jolted awake by a violent crashing sound.

A-Er and A-San rushed forward with strange cries. Working in tandem, they were far superior to an average late-stage Nascent Soul expert. The narrow confines of the labyrinth hindered the use of the Skeleton Spear Technique, and the two seemed to have gained the upper hand.

Yue Longtian took a deep breath and began to circulate his internal energy. Sensing his focused strength gathering in his palms, he clenched his fists and struck toward the black-clad man’s forehead.

As the battle commenced, Luo Peng focused his attention on William, while the remaining team members each sought out their own opponents.

The staff felt helpless before their sharp-tongued superior, watching as the innocent and charming Chu Chu was forced to leave. In their hearts, they cursed Xu Lingfeng for the trouble he caused.

In those times, even if you had ten lives, you would be lucky to have one left by the end of it.

As for the Ming army, Zhong Nan followed the advice of his generals and the Ministry of War, deciding to divide his forces into four routes—three by land and one by sea—each led by a general. The deployment was as follows: Dong Yiyuan for the center route, Ma Gui for the east, and Liu Ting along with the Korean Commander-in-Chief Gwon Yul for the west. The naval route was placed under the command of Chen Lin.

Along the way, startling news continued to spread: someone had broken into the depths of the Motu Mountains, infuriating the ancient Demon Beast clans. Many powerful beasts had surged out of the mountains, leaving a trail of blood and chaos in their wake.

"Where are those who have awakened the power of fire? Burn that mining pit area into a sea of flames!" Hu Biao roared at the top of his lungs.

The Underworld King seemed somewhat distrustful of Shen Xinghun’s words, but despite his reluctance, he rose and headed straight for Mount Moyu with him.

Just then, the sound of an old, raspy cough reached them. An emaciated monk approached the courtyard gate, so thin and frail he looked as though a single gust of wind could blow him over.

When Tang Yu opened his eyes, two beams of golden light shot forth, colliding violently with the black sun.

Jiang Chengzi realized in an instant that the placards had not been distributed in order, but shuffled, to prevent anyone from cheating.