Chapter 43: Apology

Gu Zhuo believed that she was now a source of great fear in everyone’s eyes, but in truth, that was not the case. At first, seeing her in such a state did indeed frighten those around her; yet now, as they watched Gu Zhuo gently cradling her daughter, silently weeping without a sound, all fear within them dissipated like mist. Gu Zhuo did not speak—she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would be unable to hold back her sobs.

She held Yin Yin and approached the sickbed, gazing fixedly at the pale, tightly shut face lying there. After a long while, without being able to make sense of anything, he simply closed his eyes, as though by shutting out the world, he could spare himself further trouble.

Just moments ago, Lan Youming still clung to the hope that the gun in Zhao Feng’s hand was no more than a toy, and that Zhao Feng himself was merely posturing. Moreover, in Lan Youming’s view, even if Zhao Feng’s gun were real, he would never recklessly fire it within the city.

The Kingdom of Tianquan lay at the northernmost tip of the Southern Barbarian continent, where the climate was bitterly cold. At this moment, while other countries on the continent remained in the depths of autumn, Tianquan was already blanketed in snow, the land gripped by winter’s chill.

Yet the density of the interference layer was not enough to hinder the transmission of strong light. Therefore, to those on the ground, the sky and sundials remained clearly visible, while the celestial trains soaring across the heavens were nearly invisible.

If Ding Huo’s Splitting Halo evolved to produce a clone of the Phoenix Flame, perhaps he could use the Phoenix Flame’s miraculous power of rebirth to prolong Zhenxi’s life until gene therapy became possible.

After Liufeng withdrew in dejection, Ding Huo sat cross-legged under everyone’s watchful gaze, circulating the Remnant Fire Sutra to restore his inner force and prepare for the next battle.

Thus Hetian Zaonan judged that, since the main force of the Eighth Route Army’s Ludong Division had appeared in Hubei and had already entered the outskirts of Pingchuan, the ever-restless Li Ziyuan would surely not remain idle. The Eighth Route Army in southeastern Shanxi had always regarded the Bai-Jin Railway, which separated their so-called Taihang and Taiyue military regions, as a thorn in their side.

“Lord Guzhi’s words ring true. For dozens of miles around the Short Pine Ridge, there is nothing but primeval forest, where wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards are often seen,” said Ling Kongzi.

Three hundred meters ahead and to the left of Ding Huo and Ami, a sudden, sharp explosion rang out. Then Morkdor’s figure appeared, looking rather disheveled—the overload and explosion of his invisibility cloak had nearly injured him.

“All right, after class I’ll shave my head. I’ve decided to become a lightbulb to illuminate your love!” Zhou Chenglong declared boldly, rubbing his head without a trace of embarrassment.

For nearly a century, Li Mu had lived in a dark and shadowy place; suddenly exposed to daylight, he was unaccustomed, and it took him some time before he could open his eyes.

Three days later, in a secret room at the Electronics Market Café, Mr. M and his companions were searching for traces of the Light of Ignis faction when they detected something unexpected.

“I want to go to the very end of the Crystal Battlefield…” Lu Chen gazed into the unexplored darkness between the red and blue camps as he spoke.

Fu An’an, that fool, had been led entirely down the path she had so carefully plotted.

Though she did not intend harm, her mere presence near any living being would automatically draw out their vital essence.

Yet it was for Shen Yufeng’s sake that she took the initiative to publicly clarify the past before the media, gathering all the blame onto herself.

Suppose that his second transformation provoked the perplexed expression that appeared on Wu Wang’s face—what exactly was it that triggered such confusion?

“Hello.” I glanced around the hall—there were quite a lot of people, but most of them were white-collar workers. Ordinary folks likely could not afford to dine here.

After bidding farewell to Zhong Yao and the others, Yang Biao thought for a moment and, instead of returning home immediately, led several guards toward Yang Biao’s residence.

“What should I say?” Xiao Yuyin raised her eyes to look at Nalan Heng, her gaze carrying a teasing mockery unfamiliar to him, or perhaps a subtle hint of challenge.