Chapter 64: The Choice
At this moment, Li Sikui wore a mischievous expression and said, “Director Zhongnan, why don’t we play a game?” Bai Zhongnan was taken aback, pondered for a moment, and decided to accept.
Thus, the scenario of the descent of myth began, and the game commenced.
Here, Bai Zhongnan was called Alan—a demon, a minor spirit—living in the Northern Desert at the imperial capital of the Great Xia Dynasty. The Northern Desert was a wasteland; apart from the boundless sand, only a few tenacious immortals could survive there.
Yet, amidst the bleak expanse, a roaring sea emerged, its waves surging violently.
The prince led Danfang Cheng and others to the queen’s chamber, where Queen Qu Fangyu was enjoying a bowl of lotus seed and red date soup; seeing them arrive with such imposing force, she jumped in fright.
Seeing the situation turn in his favor, Xu Chen grinned widely, unwilling to let the desperate Yu Fei escape so easily. Instantly, a powerful surge of water energy erupted from his body, sweeping across the crowd with abandon.
“Not necessary, thank you for your water. I’ll take my leave now.” Lu Yun nodded, for this was a matter within the fox spirit clan, and it would be inappropriate for him to interfere. Besides, they were neither kin nor acquaintances—his intervention might only provoke displeasure.
Zi Ling wanted to encourage him further, but her expression suddenly changed. Without another word, she pulled Xu Chen behind an ancient tree.
Chu Ming remembered clearly—two years ago at this time, he was still with Jiang Ruoyu and the others, searching for spirit stones and traveling.
“Turn despair into hope?” Nai Yexiang stared at Lu Yun, astonished, and even Shana, sitting on the bed, showed immense surprise.
Chen Xian was bewildered by Elder Chu’s sentiments; wasn’t his remaining life already consumed by hatred?
If the contract continued, payment had been overdue for two years, already constituting a breach. Moreover, the involved party had been sentenced and was incapable of fulfilling the agreement.
Xu Chen felt his Ice Sword suddenly halt, restrained by a powerful force. Opening his eyes, he saw Bishamonten’s right hand pinching the blade between two fingers, a tyrant’s visage twisted into a fierce smile.
In any case, knowing the patient needed assistance and Qin Yue could help, there was nothing more to say.
Now Helen had returned to her former self—few words, but always gentle toward Yueyue.
She turned her head curiously and saw Gong Luojue holding a wine glass in one hand, while the other held something pointed toward the door.
“Tch, acting tough now? Build it yourself then. I’m leaving.” Ling Yue shook his head and vanished into the forest.
He glanced at his watch; after all the commotion, it was already four in the morning. He had to hurry home before dawn.
Emperor Yuefan stared at Beitang Yexuan, shocked and grim, his expression dark as the bottom of a cauldron.
What? How did a vest and underwear become the wager? Old Xu really couldn’t figure out what these people were playing at.
“All right, enough,” the God of Filth stepped forward, blocking between us. If he didn’t intervene, I might just come to blows with the gluttonous beast.
The surveillance device was ultra-miniature, made of nanomaterials, connected to the human nervous system to transmit and receive information.
At that moment, He Yunwei’s thoughts immediately turned to Qin Yue. Unexpectedly, his brilliant big brother truly wanted to meet Qin Yue, and his plan was instantly set in his mind.
“Bai Ling, these are rice cakes my mother made! She asked me to bring some for you.” Baili Chen took out an insulated lunchbox from his backpack, filled with Lady Baili’s specialty, rice cakes.
Xie Yi removed the string of prayer beads: “The monk’s beads! He always wore them, never took them off, no matter the time!” As she spoke, she searched around.
A sense of foreboding grew in her heart; she hurried to the southern room, and upon entering, was greeted by a thick medicinal aroma. Inside, besides her parents, Wei Yuan was also there.