Chapter 37: Clearly Scratched by a Woman

The white light flickered rhythmically, casting a stark crimson hue over the scene. The cold, pale skin seemed almost overexposed under the glare, rendering facial features indistinguishable.

Wen Ling let out a long, soft moan, her chin tilted upward. Her slender, pallid fingertips clutched Zhou Yinhe’s arms, leaving distinct nail marks against his skin.

Before drifting into an exhausted slumber, Wen Ling made a strenuous effort to lift her gaze toward Zhou Yinhe, who lay beside her with a faint flush coloring his face. Content, she curled into him and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the time—

In that instant, his heart miraculously calmed. Fear, despair—even the biting cold—vanished into thin air. Though the wind howled and rain lashed down around them, and gunfire roared through the air, the moment he saw Zong Ming, he felt as if he had returned home, no longer afraid of anything.

"I apologize, I am late." At that moment, the expert walked in from outside the café, looking travel-worn.

My eyes widened in shock, and Ye Shanshan let out an involuntary cry, but Zhang Jiaming had already raised his hand. Even if I were to rush forward now, it would be too late to stop him.

Was this man, who killed without a blink and had nearly taken his life with a single blade just moments ago, truly the gentle, generous, and attentive elder brother that Tang Yi had described?

Wen Jiaren was injured and had lost so much blood to save him; Mu Qian worried that if he lost control, her body would not be able to withstand it. Therefore, he intended to spare her tonight, waiting until she had recovered more by tomorrow evening.

Xiao Heng was just about to propose to Meng Jingyi when he received a call from his mother, instantly shattering the atmosphere.

Over the past few years, the Su family had been continuously recruiting disciples, never once pausing. With so many new powerhouses at the Immortal Fighter realm appearing all at once, the Su family had no choice but to expand their influence once more.

"That sable fur, Grandmother, give it to me; I want it." Chu Yijie, sharp-eyed, spotted a piece of black, lustrous sable fur on the carriage and immediately demanded it for himself.

Ye Chen examined them, casually selecting a ninth-grade medicinal herb beneficial for spiritual power. He chose two more for good measure before putting them away with satisfaction.

However, the Imperial Princess’s image was more conservative, making her a figure that mothers loved to admire.

Perhaps, during the time without her, he had encountered many such things—situations where, despite a lack of malice, he faced discrimination and injustice simply due to his race.

Khaled, however, was not swayed by Xiaoxiao’s tactics: "It’s no use; you’d better get back to memorizing!" His heart was blooming with joy; he had never seen such a cute side of Xiaoxiao. Since he rarely caught such a glimpse, he was determined to keep watching—he was, after all, quite greedy.

Yet, if one could walk into the garden of her heart, they would be met with her thoughtfulness, her trust, and her wholehearted tenderness.

"And what if I don't?" Honestly, Xiaoxiao was genuinely curious to hear what Officer V intended to say to her next.

Shi Chongxi wanted to offer some advice, but just then, a robot arrived to usher them into the great hall for the ceremony.

Long Han nodded. Human effort has its limits, and even gods are no exception; some things cannot be achieved simply by wanting them. Otherwise, Shennong would never have fallen.

For as long as anyone could remember, the top two leaders had either relied on each other or held each other back. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing; each approach had its pros and cons. As long as they coordinated properly, it could lead to the organization’s healthy development. He was not a man who couldn't tolerate others.

Seeming to recall something, the man, whose beauty was so stunning it could topple empires, suddenly narrowed his eyes and spoke.

Even with all the preparations Duan Shelis had made, he had not anticipated this. The moment he stepped through the gates of Chi City, he was blasted back by a powerful wave of seismic energy.

In truth, while Mu Yunyan studied those photographs intently, Han Dong’s eyes were fixed unblinkingly upon her face and gaze, hoping to discern something from the slightest shift in her expression.