Chapter 156: Returning Empty-Handed

"Heh." Ao Xi suddenly laughed. Uncrossing his legs, he made a motion to stand up, but instead used the momentum of rising to deliver a vicious uppercut straight to Xiao Hei's stomach. Xiao Hei doubled over in pain, and Ao Xi followed up with a punch to his temple, sending him off to sleep.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Several other thugs instantly flew into a rage and rushed forward to tackle him.

Ao Xi picked up a broom from the ground. Giving it a couple of twirls, he found it surprisingly well-balanced. With a flick of his wrist, he thrust it straight forward...

"It's not just me, it's us." Nan Liumo watched the direction in which Luo Qianhan had left, even though the latter was already far away.

The giant zombie was shrieking at the top of its lungs, consumed by fury, when suddenly Xue Yun reappeared directly above it, stepping squarely onto its skull.

Jing Moxuan pulled Qian Ruoruo into his arms, lowering his head to gently kiss her on the cheek. Her cheek was icy cold, while Jing Moxuan's lips were warm; this contrast of cold and heat sent a shiver through Qian Ruoruo's mind.

When Chu Xuan and the others caught sight of the human leg clutched in the giant zombie's grip, they froze in utter shock. They recognized the shoes—they belonged to a powerful, highly regarded elite warrior they all knew.

As I spoke those words, I had no inkling of the massive commotion they would eventually cause.

With that, he actually picked up the disk, applied a slight force with both hands, and with a crisp "snap," the disk broke cleanly into two halves.

Sharing the same thought, Qian Ruoruo and Jing Moxuan both feigned an attitude of nonchalance and continued walking toward the center of the lawn.

Yet the warmth lingering on her lips, accompanied by a faint, tingling numbness, left Ye Wu feeling both deeply embarrassed and secretly furious.

Once Batu's entire army had retreated, Nan Ming finally turned his head to look back at the towering gates of Yuzhou.

Li Nan mentally retraced the current time, feeling that something was slightly off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Several kilometers away from Tengfei Tower, atop a hill, a group of Americans stood together. One of them, a man clad in white, wore a pair of high-tech glasses. The display within the lenses scanned the live scene at the Tengfei Corporation, clearly projecting everything happening in the basement.

Yet someone as clever as her—why was she so hopelessly thick-headed? Why stubbornly choose to like him? And that affection had already lasted for a full decade.

If one day, something you had grown utterly accustomed to suddenly vanished, it would feel as though a gaping chasm had been torn open in your chest, letting the cold wind howl through incessantly.

Even he couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart, let alone someone as incomparably perceptive as Ye Lingbi. Feng Yao still needed to exercise caution; even with a clear conscience, he couldn't stop the spread of idle gossip. Some people's tongues were deadlier than drawn blades.

It was impossible to tell whether the girl had torn her own nail and bled while struggling, or if she had scratched the Best Actor Huo Qian in the process.

With a resounding hum, the Blood Amber Mirror blazed with crimson light. A sudden piercing cry of an eagle echoed from within the mirror as three bloody-winged falcons burst through its surface, circling in the air and beating their wings fiercely as they swooped down to meet the oncoming three-eyed Yaksha.

Even back in Xiling, when the Prince could pretend as though nothing had ever happened, he would no longer choose to run away from circumstances like these; he would face reality head-on.

"Don't worry, Grandma. Grandpa will be fine. As for these unfilial children, just pretend you never gave birth to them! You can't count on them to support you in your old age anyway," Li Wenliang said.

Even the occasional impoverished student who entered the school purely on talent would never dare to recklessly ride an electric scooter to campus, simply because it was far too embarrassing.

"I want Sister Mingyue to play the zither for me. I love listening to it." Though he spoke with a hint of awkwardness, his expression remained as calm and tranquil as ever, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Matters seemed to have reached a deadlock. Qianqian neither compromised nor paid him any heed, while Yan Zhengxi refused to give up or let her go. Their standoff continued until the date of his engagement arrived, a moment he figured might be his only excuse to bind her to his side.

Opening the door to the walk-in closet and preparing to step out, she saw him standing right outside, a white bath towel wrapped around his waist, his hair and upper body still dripping wet. Water droplets traced paths down the contours of his muscles before vanishing into the towel at his waist.