Chapter 38

The old soldier didn't blame him for shouting loudly, simply smiling and gesturing for them to sit. Long Bing noticed that Zheng Rou hadn't saluted the old soldier. Watching Mu Youchen's figure disappear like the wind, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic—admitting that he himself had grown old, no longer possessing such impulsive traits. True（top players）aren't those who perform perfectly every moment, but those who achieve zero errors in every match. "Kee'er, I'm sorry I had to do this. This poison will immobilize you temporarily, but it will also alleviate your injuries," she said. "Nianyun?" Princess Shengping turned her head, her eyes glowing brighter upon seeing her, as radiant as a spring sun. They arrived at a purple palace surrounded by blooming peonies, a sea of vibrant colors. Mu Qianxun had no mood to listen to her teasing Duan Miao, her mind fixated on who this man was and how to expose him. The wind on the Mongolian plains was harsh and relentless, like threads drawn from the distant northwest, making one feel like a kite floating precariously between them, leisurely drifting yet unstable. Lying on the bed, Ye Qingcheng felt the elemental forces around him pulsing—gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and a rare white element, but no sign of darkness. Chen Wuyan, usually silent, began to ask questions, not out of doubt in Wang Kai, but of his own insecurities. Captain Guan's rude demeanor and arrogant tone infuriated Delu, who clenched his fists, wishing he could lash out at the captain. Han Zhong was dead, Zhang Tiangong had advanced early, and he was the only one left, severely injured—what should he do? Zi Mo'er said slyly, originally intending to claim they were lovers, but fearing Lin Ying would take it seriously, he settled for a compromise. At that moment, Long Bing sighed helplessly, *"Let's put this matter aside for now. You've already uncovered some background, but don't touch the vice president without sufficient evidence. A show must be put on—since Han Nianzhen cares about this, we must follow her wishes. Lin Xuan withdrew, gesturing for Yi Xiao to leave first. Before she could finish speaking, Yu Feng already realized her true nature—she wasn't a hotel staff member but a shameless marketer preying on clients. Ignoring everyone's gazes, Ailin Luo threw herself into Fang Li's arms, nearly knocking him off balance. After speaking, her eyes reddened with tears, and Yu Feng was perplexed—why had such an incident occurred when he had only returned to retrieve a forgotten item? He had noticed how pure and cute Mu Yangyang was and made a casual comment, never expecting this outcome. "I knew you wouldn't lose," Xia Ruoxi shouted excitedly over the phone. "They've left; why chase them? Killing them would only add a few more bodies here," Bai Qianhui said, then walked over to Lan Ruoshui and used the "Resurrection Technique" to summon Lan Ruofei's soul back. If things were as they feared, the people of Tianhai City would face a bloodbath. Today's Pengcheng is the epicenter of reform and opening up, thanks to government policies that attract many Hong Kong businessmen to build factories here. The disciple, rushing in panic and shock, was too breathless to speak. It turned out that the old lady's grandson had been seriously ill recently and was still in the hospital. Qing Chenxi looked at the person seriously and said, *"They've just returned from a mission, so they're a bit late. Bai Ningyue asked Su Qiaoen to put away the herbs, then headed toward the restaurant with Jin Buhuan. She wore a blue fairy dress with a simple bun, her complexion rosy and her aura subdued, making it hard to discern her cultivation level. Nearby, Ming Chuan saw the complex expression on President Jian's face and the sweat dripping down his forehead. With surveillance cameras now ubiquitous in cities, if this person appeared on film, they would be noticed immediately. "Is this a painting? Why did you give it to me?" Shen Yishu asked, puzzled. Behind him, a massive illusion appeared—a beast resembling a cat yet fierce and terrifying. "This is Aunt Zhang; I don't like crowds, so she's usually the only one here," He Wenli explained. The abandoned humans saw the skeletal soldiers swarming the hills and did nothing, closing their eyes in resigned acceptance of the slaughter, lacking the courage to face the wolf cavalry or to take their own lives. After a moment of shock, Lu Jue wanted to know more about the visitor's purpose. Without another word, he summoned a hidden guard and whispered a few instructions. Once the guard left, Lu Jue spoke, "Follow me!" and turned toward a two-story embroidered building by the lake.