Chapter 52: "I Will Surely Win"

Lin Mianmian committed many wrongdoings; she had her motives and circumstances, but all were choices she made herself—no one forced her. Yet, the harm she caused to Yu Ling was undeniable and concrete.

Had it not been for the suddenly appearing barrage of comments, Lin Mianmian might never have faced the retribution she deserved.

Given the situation, Yu Ling could choose not to hate her, but forgiveness was beyond reach.

She cast a glance at Lin Mianmian, tinged with pity.

But then—

“So you think it’s amusing that I fainted after soaking in cold water during my period?” Lou Mian retorted.

The matter of the cotton planting had already been explained to them by Luo Yong early on: subsidies were provided to farmers who planted cotton the previous year.

After returning to the country, there had been a near car accident, an allergic reaction to penicillin, a kidnapping, and a car crash arranged by Qi Shaodong... These events seemed strangely connected.

After so much time spent together, Luo Yong had roughly deduced that Apu’s hometown was likely near the Nile River basin, close to the Arabian Peninsula, where the Dashi people often raided the local black tribes to capture slaves.

This was the first year for Chang Le County to plant cotton, and everyone was inexperienced. Fortunately, Luo Yong had some agricultural materials in his spatial storage, including many on cotton cultivation, so he began to learn and apply the knowledge on the spot.

With past experience, Tang Ye’s tone shifted. He looked up at the golden skull, the terrifying aura making his body feel as though it might crack apart.

“If you want to chat, go find my dad,” Mu Jinxuan said coolly. Before Jing Meihui could react, he reached out and pulled Gu Yue firmly into his embrace.

Her heart skipped a beat. She lay still, her long eyelashes lifting slightly as she gazed toward the window, where the curtains had yet to be drawn.

Thinking of this, Meng Qiyang’s expression grew even more miserable. But Mo Xuan, who stood beside him, could see clearly and reached out to place a hand on Meng Qiyang’s shoulder. Meng Qiyang turned to look and saw Mo Xuan nodding at him, his eyes full of encouragement and determination, which left Meng Qiyang momentarily stunned.

Yu Yang sketched while watching the Kun fish leap out of the Northern Dark Sea, its sharp teeth bared and its terrifying visage staring at the sky.

Someone recognized the young man as the son of the largest jade dealer in Huaxia. Though young, he was very knowledgeable about jade, so his words were likely true.

“I thought I’d need bags for shopping, so I took out several rice bags and sewed two shoulder straps onto one end. That way, if I have items, I can carry them directly on my back.”

Without any caution, he welcomed Du Rui’s dark demon energy into his sea of consciousness, attempting to absorb and convert it.

Unlike energies such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder, or lightning, this was a spiritual energy.

However, although he severed the connection between Ning Zhen and the Void, cutting off this attachment, Ning Zhen still could not free himself from the cultivation method he had used before.

In the era of the rise of the Law God, it was precisely because she dared to take risks and seized every opportunity that she defeated her competitors, claimed the divine status of magic, and established an unprecedented base of followers on the Old Continent.

“Bodhi is originally without tree, the bright mirror is also not a stand; originally there is not a single thing—where can dust alight?” While performing the Great Seal of Esoteric Buddhism, I also silently recited the Heart Sutra of Bodhi.

“Nana, no matter what, I must check your physical condition,” I finally gave in and took a step toward her.

Lin Yang’s heart stirred as he recalled the first time he met Chu Yao, when he had indeed reprimanded a man named Liu Heihu.

Ghost Shark shouted, and in the next moment, the handle of the Shark Skin Blade suddenly lengthened. The bandages on the blade sprang forth, twisting and winding like a snake as it thrust toward Xiang Lin.

Whether or not she understood, it didn’t matter—Jessica knew Sean was very strong. Even if he faced truly formidable enemies, he could at least escape.