133, Sharing the Same Bed

"Mr. Lin, this..." Li Hu demurred, feeling both surprised and delighted, his expression betraying his hesitation.

They had already received red envelopes from the company at the annual meeting that evening, and Assistant Yuan had prepared several boxes of gifts for them as well. They were already more than satisfied, never expecting the boss to prepare additional, personal red envelopes for them.

Lin Mi waved his hand, signaling them to accept. "Take them. You have earned this. Go home and enjoy a wonderful, festive New Year with your families."

Ning Jing’s delicate face flushed a deep red. She cast a timid glance at Huang Shaohua before quickly lowering her eyes. She looked truly pitiful and worthy of affection.

"I—I'll go right now." Yang Lan understood Ye Qingcheng’s concerns perfectly; the most urgent priority was to find a way to cover the mirror.

After walking cautiously for four or five miles, the group finally emerged from the passage, though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

"It has been an hour and a half, and neither Captain Fang nor Brother Zhang have come out. What should we do? Should we continue to wait, or go down and see what the situation is?" Xu Xiangnan’s sudden voice shattered the silence.

An old man becomes cunning, and it is the same for an old turtle. Do not be fooled by this old fellow’s clumsy and sluggish appearance; its two thousand years of life are enough to terrify anyone. Its lifespan is even more formidable than that of the dragon race. Over two thousand years of experience allowed it to preserve its own life, but it could not save the rogue dragon's family, and for that, it felt deep shame.

Now scorched by the intense flames, the soulless demon soldiers rolled on the ground, desperately trying to extinguish the fire. However, Qin Yang was surprised to find that the fire was not particularly effective against them. Although they looked like charred coal, none of them were reduced to ash.

Having once been a high-ranking emperor with ten thousand years of experience and a superior starting point at the fourth rank, who wouldn't want to advance further?

"What? An immortal?" The onlookers glanced at the old Daoist in confusion. However, out of their habitual trust in him, they followed suit and knelt on the ground.

Su Ling, having just stepped out of school, had never seen such a scene in society. Her eyes darted around twice, and to her own surprise, they began to brim with tears.

"What a fool!" The more Sun Xi thought about it, the angrier he became. He glared fiercely at Chen Hu, then recounted the conversation孔 Yi had had with him over the phone that evening.

His wound was on his head. An armor-piercing projectile had entered through his hairline at the forehead and exited through the back of his skull, taking his soul along with it.

Ye Qiuqi hurriedly retracted his sword stance and bowed to the newcomer. A flash of light, barely visible to the naked eye, streaked across the sky. In the blink of an eye, Jin Xuzi materialized, retracting his hand seals and dispelling the Chaos Seal.

Ten minutes later, the bombers flew away, replaced by fighter planes that circled above the shipyard, their intent to provide cover for the landing troops becoming quite obvious.

"Deflect all damage from blades, fists, and internal energy?" Hong Qigong gasped. Such bizarre and outrageous words—had he heard them before, he would never have believed them under any circumstances.

As they spoke, Ren Woxing and Lin Han entered side by side, leaving everyone in the room stunned. No one, not even Linghu Chong himself, had expected that after his casual remark, Lin Han would actually return with Ren Woxing.

With a faint smile, Qin Chuan focused his mind. A thin layer of internal energy immediately radiated outward, clinging to his skin to mask his presence while sealing his meridians and halting the flow of his energy.

The puppet soldiers were still able to offer words of comfort with pained expressions, but the island soldiers simply leveled their gleaming bayonets at them, ordering them to retreat. Some even struck them with the butts of their rifles.

I sat by the bed and reached out to touch Xu Furong’s hand. She retracted it as if struck by lightning, her brows furrowing tighter, though she did not wake. I stayed in Xu Furong’s room the longest, remaining there until the third watch of the night.

The many disciples of the Danxiao Sect wore cold, arrogant expressions, looking at Jiang Sinan as if he were already a dead man, sneering at him one after another.