Volume One, Chapter 70: Kissing While Unconscious?

After the Divorce, She Shines Brightly Deer Ablaze 1 1230 words 2026-03-20 09:23:15

Li Ruochu’s eyes widened in utter disbelief as she stared fixedly at the man who had suddenly leaned in so close. Her mind went completely blank, as though the entire world had frozen in that instant.

It was only when Feng Yizhou, spent and exhausted, collapsed limply onto the bed that Li Ruochu snapped back to her senses, as if waking from a long dream.

He kissed me!

Wei Jinshan crept forward like a stealthy wildcat, holding his breath, body hunched, moving silently toward the village. He avoided the main road, instead vaulting over a courtyard wall at the edge of the village, inching his way toward the street. There, he picked up a stone and hurled it onto the path.

I have experienced despair countless times, lingered at death’s door, and watched many of my brothers die before my eyes. Many times, I longed to end it all, to leave with them and be done with it. But never before have I wanted so desperately to survive. I realize now how much I’m unwilling to let go.

Zhao Zhongguo was hurled nearly ten meters into the air by the force of the stone pillar. As the momentum faded, he plummeted, hitting the ground with a bone-jarring thud.

The next day, a military jeep and twenty trucks departed from Liyang County, heading south. This was Wang Haitao and the convoy he commanded. Driven by longing for home, Wang Haitao pressed onward day and night, reaching Guangzhou in just twelve days. By then, it was already the twenty-second day of the twelfth lunar month in the thirty-seventh year of the Republic.

Seeing that everyone had rested enough, I called the group to set off. At last, we’d arrived. The familiar courtyard before me felt especially dear. “I’m back.” I pushed open the main gate and walked inside. The yard was empty, the house deserted—no one was there. Where could they have gone?

I thought, well, that makes sense. With temperatures this high, covering one’s face would lead to suffocation soon enough. I sniffed the air—no sign of that strange smell anymore. It should be safe now.

Behind the guild headquarters, more than a dozen wagons loaded with goods or people were assembled. Some of the carriages looked like actual houses, and pulling them were spirit beasts that resembled tyrannosaurs, but with two horns atop their heads and only two hind legs touching the ground.

The great-winged roc raised its head proudly, but the glances it kept sneaking at the nine-headed Ran betrayed its true feelings.

As they walked, Yi Chuan suddenly caught sight of a shadow moving in the darkness beyond the reach of the firelight. Instantly, he halted, blocking Han Xiang with an outstretched arm and instructed Dong’er silently in his mind.

“What?!” Wei Yan didn’t understand where his sudden confidence came from. As a thought struck her, she looked up at Yu Liusu, meeting her gaze.

He reached out and swept Du Youyou into his arms, ignoring her faint struggles, and carried her straight toward the bathroom.

Suddenly, a thick mist began to rise around us, growing denser with each passing moment. We were already deep in a mountain ravine, flanked by stone cliffs on both sides. As the fog rolled in, the entire mountain road became shrouded in heavy mist.

“Ancestor, I’ll need a little more time on my end!” Dongfang Muqing continued her analysis, fully aware of the gravity of the situation and not daring to relax for a moment.

Perhaps a large teleportation array could be set up, but it couldn’t be used to send Dian Feng away—doing so would be a waste.

I took a few bites. Yet, at that moment, I realized I’d lost my appetite.

Hearing the global announcement, Tongtian smiled slightly. It was the perfect opportunity to test his current abilities.

During Jian Jian’s visit, Dalong and Weiwei discussed something important. Dalong said Zhang Yang was planning a demolition project and needed to recruit men, asking if Weiwei was interested. Dalong thought it was a great opportunity.

As the man lowered himself, Zhou Xiaolian’s willow-leaf brows furrowed. She gripped the wrinkled pillow behind her tightly.