Volume 1, Chapter 119: Li Ruochu Calls Out a Name in Her Dream

As evening approached, the final sliver of sunset gradually vanished from the horizon.

Li Ruochu remained lying quietly on the bed, showing no signs of waking.

Not only had he recovered, but even Pei Leqi, who had been semi-conscious just moments before, was gradually coming to, his wounds having disappeared as well.

Ziyu’s voice was high, clear, and remarkably melodic, though both the lyrics and the tune carried a touch of melancholy. When the song ended, I actually heard the sound of soldiers sobbing behind me.

Although she knew that returning to the State of Qi would inevitably lead to being captured by Minister Yu’s men, these people did not look like his subordinates at all.

Qi Yue blinked, her expression turning unsightly in an instant, followed by a look of embarrassment.

Watching the beads of sweat on her cheeks, Yao Qinyu’s gaze grew infatuated, and he became even more dedicated to safeguarding her safety.

With a cackle, he leaped from the tree, descending from above as his twin spears thrust toward the top of a Demon Cult disciple’s head.

Then, he changed into a suit, donned a cowboy hat, and walked out of the research institute carrying a suitcase as if nothing had happened.

He had thought he was prepared enough to handle the situation, but the true strength of Huang Shifu far exceeded his imagination. It is no exaggeration to say that it was enough to strike terror into his heart.

Although Sui Bo could not compare to these gifted individuals in terms of computer technology, he came from a previous life, having experienced the entire development of the internet era and witnessed firsthand how the internet and mobile internet transformed the country at every level of society.

It not only cultivated "Ten-Billion Box Office Star" Shen Teng, but also established itself as one of the largest comedy IP producers and brands in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Han Xiao smiled and said, "Xiao'er, since you already know, why ask me?" Seeing that she had raised no objection to his use of a pet name, his mood improved significantly.

Hong Zede was chatting and dining with Wang Yehui at the hotel. They had received a call from the hotel manager stating that they had acquired some game meat—a rarity in this day and age—and the two brothers wanted to get a taste of it.

When Yadong opened his eyes, everything around him was pitch black. There appeared to be a flame burning nearby, flickering as if caught in a breeze.

"You’re going up to fight in the ring?" Li Anqi scrutinized Chen Xinghai’s frail physique, thinking she had misheard, and asked in disbelief.

In the Snow Leopard Military District compound, Ding Yuhan, who was walking along the road, suddenly felt a pang of heartache. She heard two gunshots and, looking in the direction of the sound, saw the new recruits practicing target shooting.

At that moment, Yao Muchen and the Divine Crow Taoist arrived in another valley after a few short-range teleports. As he flew, Yao Muchen asked, "Taoist, have you seen my senior brother or Jiang Fusheng lately?" He was worried about them, especially Jiang Fusheng, whom he had not seen since the emergence of the Immortal Palace.

To Peng Beibei, Ye Bai looked so peaceful and sound asleep that she, who usually loved sleeping in, could not bear to wake him. Yet, as she grew drowsy herself, she closed her eyes as well after lying there for less than twenty minutes.

Han Xiao fell into deep thought, his brows knitted tightly. He pondered the situation on Planet Dragon that Long Junyi had described to him earlier, ultimately tracing it back to why the Beast Demon Commander had suddenly ordered his subordinates that they were free to burn, kill, pillage, and plunder.

"Brother Liang, stay out of this. I have to teach this slut a lesson. She made my sister-in-law cry." Li Qiang pushed Yao Liang aside and said fiercely.

Unfortunately, this only led to his humiliating defeat—knocked down in one move and KO'd in two. He was struck off his horse by Wu Song using the flat of a blade, a scene even more wretched than that of Wanyan Loushi.