57 Wooden House
Outside the window, a wild wind howled, and clouds as dark as night covered the sky. At the foot of the mountain, the small wooden cabin creaked incessantly under the assault of wind and rain.
In the distance, Bai Zongnan was crawling step by step toward the cabin, his thin body drenched through by the downpour. Rain mixed with tears dripped from his fur onto the muddy ground. Shivering from the cold, Bai Zongnan pleaded desperately, wanting to enter the cabin, but inside came only the curses of a woman.
Fang Yuan trembled with rage. He had long known Ye Huan was a formidable opponent—calculating, vicious, and utterly shameless in her actions.
People often mock the melodramatic plots of romance dramas, yet in truth, the greatest melodrama belongs to the gods themselves, for they delight in filling human lives with endless surprises.
"You... what is this about?" Zong Feng was puzzled. He could not understand why the man's expression had changed so drastically and so suddenly. Still, he did not wish to deceive—especially not his respected master. Yes, he guessed correctly: she did not want to awaken, for her endurance had reached its limit. Perhaps it was because she already knew she could no longer protect that child.
Three minutes can accomplish much: swiftly defeating Comrade Hu Daming, then quickly relocating.
"Heh, I'm fine. You all did well tonight—get ready to pack up," Ai Meng said. She did not wish to discourage Zhang Long. If one were to rely on Zhang Long and his team for this kind of mission, the Japanese would be prepared before the police even made their move. It would be better for the police not to act at all than to attempt such work.
"What kind of monster is this?" The giant Hulk never expected his enemy would suddenly transform into a massive metal rhinoceros. Even though Hulk had seen many new types of humans, he had never encountered such a situation. The appearance of this metal rhinoceros left him momentarily stunned.
Ashura listened, fell silent, and said no more. Yet, after glancing at the Berserker's body, a flicker of battle intent flashed in his eyes, as if eager to challenge Lin Yunxuan.
"Trust me, everything will get better. Perhaps I have many flaws, but I will do my best to give you happiness," Zhang Fan gazed at her with deep affection.
The proud leader of the Northeast perished just like that, dying without a chance to fight back. Years of hard-earned business, destroyed in an instant.
After a moment's pause, Chu Xiyue slowly sat up, wrapped herself in the blanket, and stared out the window.
Yao Ji said, "There is so much to learn, but fortunately, I've gained much these years and finally mapped out a thread for technological development." She then began explaining to Ye Daohong how to advance technology in the celestial realm, which left him feeling strangely out of place.
Casting a satisfied glance at the person she had so thoroughly tidied up, she turned and rushed into the bathroom to cool her own burning body.
"I've always prayed for this, too. My brother is accompanied by loyal guards—selected by our father himself," Helian Zhuzhu said, wiping her tears with a handkerchief. Without her crown prince brother's protection, she realized how powerless she was in everything she did.
Meng Yuxuan and Xia Fan stepped off the carriage. The coachman, terrified moments before, had feared for his life, and now watched them leave with a sigh of relief.
The purple jade bead flickered several times, and immediately voices sounded from within, their tone laced with disappointment.
Fu Zuyuan's eyes flashed with a chilling sharpness as he stared coldly at Meng Nan, his entire aura laid bare.
After a while, his hand began to move slowly. He picked up the golden card and brought it before his eyes, clearly seeing the embossed image of a golden phoenix with broken wings. Lifelike, the phoenix bowed its head toward the earth, pain and serenity mingling in its gaze—a paradox embodied.