Volume 1, Chapter 44: The Two Older Brothers' Revenge Against Jiang Yuehua

"I'm not leaving. Be a good girl, I'm not leaving."
He lowered his head, pressing close to her ear to promise,
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

When night fell, Jiang Yu woke up.
There were only the two of them in the room.
Seeing that Huo Chenyuan hadn't left yet, Jiang Yu blinked at him.
Then, feeling a sudden surge of awkwardness, she quickly shut her eyes before he could notice.

Huo Chenyuan walked over with a glass of water. "Drink some water now that you're awake."

"Xuanxuan, you are truly amazing! If you hadn't killed the monster in time, Uncle almost would have been killed by it. It was you who saved Uncle," Wang Lin praised without a moment's hesitation, looking somewhat... well, obsequious.

In fact, the Land of Light, which bore a startling resemblance to Earth in its development, reflected echoes of the past in every single blade of grass and tree upon first sight of Earth.

Nobi Nobita's expression shifted slightly as he spoke to the teacher on the podium and Gurunza standing behind him.

He clenched his fists, wanting to track down the person who had made the noise just now, but a glance out of the corner of his eye at the samurai beside him showed him still standing like a wooden post, completely unchanged.

Later on, he even founded the Wudang Sect, just like you, and took on seven disciples. The names of those seven disciples were all identical to the ones you told me about.

One vertical, one horizontal—seemingly holding each other in check, yet sharing a mutual appreciation. Upon the completion of their studies, the victor between the two would become the next Guiguzi. This peculiar tradition of succession had been passed down for centuries.

The only unexpected element was Ralph, the guy with the headband. However, the reason Ralph wore a headband was because he was a firearms specialist; headbands were used to wrap around the head to prevent sweat from running into the eyes during combat, a rationale shared by many special forces operatives.

"When do you need it?" Although Song Min appeared carefree and lively, she was actually exceptionally smart. Naturally, she wouldn't let slip such a golden opportunity to forge a good relationship with Rong Xianxian.

She loosened her grip, pushing the hand warmer further into her lap, and folded her slender fingers together over her thighs, perfectly securing the warmer while giving off an air of extraordinary poise and tranquility.

As expected of that old fox Ma Lao; at that time, if the other party had lost their composure, saying anything would have been entirely useless. But if he could truly keep himself under control—regardless of whether he could contact Heihachiro Mishima or not—these words could serve as a delaying tactic. And judging by the other party's reaction, the Tekken Force was indeed able to reach Heihachiro Mishima right now.

Of course, if there were someone of exceptionally formidable strength, they could forcefully take it away and refine it, but such a person simply could not exist in the Ziqi Continent today.

Yet now, having witnessed the pain-relieving decoction, Ah Zheng no longer dared to speak with such absolute certainty. Although he and Wang Peng were irreconcilable enemies, after two encounters, Wang Peng was, in his eyes, a fellow capable of creating miracles.

"That must be him. I took a look at the photograph, and the person in it is him," the close sister replied hastily.

The prolonged recuperation had bloated the young man, who once seemed perpetually brimming with vitality. Compared to his original weight, Ye Feng was now ten kilograms heavier than when he was in college. The thick plaster cast, however, had long since been removed.

She could also leave the spirit stone here and retrieve it later, but she couldn't be certain whether she would ever be able to return. Even if she could, one of the jade hairpins belonged to Feng Qian, didn't it? Besides, they hadn't even left this place yet; whether they could even leave was still a question.

Han Xue quickly took the elevator to room 502. Standing at the doorway, she nervously straightened her clothes, then knocked. "Come in. The door isn't locked." It was that same emotionless voice, though Han Xue failed to notice it at all.

"Alright, then I'll set off immediately. I'll give you a call once I'm done. Remember to keep your phone reachable," Elder Qi said with great satisfaction. He hadn't misjudged his man; Wang Peng was indeed someone capable of accomplishing grand things.

A trace of Geng Heng's soul imprint rested upon that spiritual vein. Now that his soul imprint had vanished, how could he possibly fail to understand what had happened?