Chapter 63: Band-Aid

Chu Qingyan quickly wiped away the tears on her face, but the moment she saw Luo Tianque's gentle expression, her tears poured down again uncontrollably like a broken dam.

She had to go find him—the man who always held her in the palm of his hand and would not hesitate to risk his own life for her sake.

In contrast to the second and third floors, which were filled with various medicinal herbs and precious minerals, the first floor was truly completely bare.

"My wife, you can be angry with me, but you cannot disown me. I am your husband, and Yaya's father; that will never change in this lifetime." Jun Luoyuan was practically channeling a master actor, delivering his performance with astonishing vividness.

After discussing and settling on their ultimate objective, Shen Wan'er did not stay long and departed straight away.

Then, as always, there were people who loved to rubberneck. Even though it was already the middle of the night, more and more tourists—including Liu Jun and his group—poured out of the hotel to watch the commotion. Hotel staff also came out, and the island's security personnel rushed over as well.

Rong Qingqing asked with surprise, "When did they mention that?" Aside from that trip to Moon-Viewing Lake last time, those two usually didn't have much interaction, did they?

The final outcome went without saying. With a mighty heave, Lou Shan drove his fist straight through the joint connecting the hands. The twin-handed monster's massive hands twitched instinctively a few times before going completely still.

Yet right now, before any of their plans had even begun to be implemented, this Lin Sheng had taken it upon himself to show up first.

Old Father Xuanyuan was left blushing and sweating from Xuanyuan Hui's reproaches, yet at this moment, he truly could find no words to retort.

People kept reporting that their sects were being harassed by the Demon Gate, turning the Southern Heaven Alliance's council hall into something resembling a noisy vegetable market. Nangong Qing had no choice but to raise his voice to restore order, finally bringing quiet back to the grand hall.

As for Wu Fan, his operational schedule had also been disrupted. With the majority of criminals either captured or arrested, and no suitable targets left for him to "uphold chivalry and dispense justice," he had no choice but to halt his actions.

Centered around Mount Maodie, a radius of a thousand miles consisted entirely of uninhabited primeval forest. The entire Mount Maodie was blanketed by thick vegetation, making it utterly impossible for ordinary people to ever set foot here.

Yet for some reason, upon hearing the words "five or six years," he felt a sudden sting in his nose.

Lou Rui was utterly oblivious to Gu Ange's murderous intent toward him; he was still attempting to speak in a way that would win Gu Ange's favor.

Moreover, backed by powerful influences, it posed an even greater threat to the future status of the Yamazaki Syndicate than its rival underworld faction, the Pine Leaf Gang.

A magnetic voice called out at that moment. Then, Zhu Danqing rushed out of the living room to see a man in a security guard uniform, limping and anxiously holding a white cat, emerging from the darkness.

He pushed the door open with a bang, startling Ye澜 inside so badly that she shuddered and sprang up like a coiled spring, ready to curse someone out on reflex.

He rolled his neck, feeling a lingering ache in his shoulders. Reaching out to touch the spot, he actually felt a scab. Trying hard to recall the events of last night, Zhou Yuhao furrowed his brows. Was Tian Chenqian part dog? Why was she so fond of biting people?

Facing such humiliation, the young Daoist priest dared not speak his anger aloud, fixing his glare intently on Zong Yang. Meanwhile, far off in the distance behind him, a towering wave came rolling forward with awe-inspiring and overwhelming momentum.

The Spirit Sovereign was a master of divine magic, and dealing with such matters was a breeze for it. In the blink of an eye, those ghosts were left crawling away in a disheveled and battered state.

He watched as his towering figure hunched down before her, using his large hands in a clumsy attempt to untie that stubborn, dead knot, all to no avail.

No wonder the evildoer always said his mother was simply lazy and only ever learned half of everything, yet her innate talent was extraordinarily high.

Lin Shengshen walked with extremely gentle steps to the door of her apartment, picked up her keys to unlock it, and suddenly her phone rang once more.

After Nangong Jin left, Luo Yuling continued her soak. There was still some time before the morning court session, and she intended to thoroughly enjoy this beautiful morning.

Murong Yinzhu simply waited quietly on the side. She had no idea what the Dark Night Demon Steed would say, but at least the Dark Night Demon Steed was on her side.

I have no desire to complain, but if I leave out certain details about the supporting characters, do you really think the story I write will flow cohesively?

Pockmark looked at Mu Zi'ang's extremely serious expression, moved his lips as if wanting to say something more, but after a second thought, obediently shut his mouth.

Liao Fan smiled gently. Ever since Sun Boyong began following him, he had been utterly devoted and had never made a single mistake. Having such a head of logistics was an immense piece of good fortune for both Liao Fan and Mount Taihang.

"We'll stage the scene: an accidental explosion in the gene-therapy lab. Babel, Sainan, a Major of the Thor Legion, and several guards outside all perished in the accident," Ding Huo said.

The events of back then might have felt somewhat rushed, but even if she could do it all over again, she still wouldn't choose to ask for the underlying cause first. "So?" If this was all the cloaked man had to offer, his intelligence was utterly useless, and she might actually cripple him if she happened to be in a bad mood.

As his figure shifted and whirled, he wielded the divine bow with great agility, every single movement and posture generating trails of flowing light that burst forth effortlessly from the dizzying gaps of the whip formation.

Although they had achieved massive victories in the Shanxi and Suiyuan regions, relying on the steep terrain and complex geography of Mount Taihang, as long as they defended these formidable strongholds, it would be extremely difficult for the Japanese troops to penetrate Mount Taihang. Only by doing so could they gradually erode the Japanese forces stationed around Mount Taihang and throughout Shanxi.