Chapter 110: The Grand Finale
The girl immediately drew her conclusion. Though he had said little, his tone and demeanor were completely different from Cheng Yanran’s. Even the simple address of “Jiujiu” carried countless unspoken words, infused with one of the rarest forms of warmth and tenderness from a man.
She looked at him with a complex gaze, tinged with a touch of emotion that stirred ripples in her heart, only to quickly calm them. She replied honestly, “I’m doing well. How about you, Brother Ziyuan?”
“I’m fine too.”
After everything that had happened before, Mo Ziyuan was no longer impulsive and wild as he once was. He had become remarkably refined. The years had left no trace on his face, but had only added to his presence…
Xu Miao’s heart was somewhat unsettled. Judging by Ouyang Minrui’s relationship with him, they seemed hardly familiar—more strangers than acquaintances. However, Pan Yunpeng’s demeanor was polite and appropriate, so he seemed acceptable enough.
It was now 1932. No matter how hard the Japanese police tried, they could not determine the model of the killer’s bullet, nor could anyone fathom that the murderer had fired a fatal headshot from over a kilometer away.
A faint sense of disappointment lingered. After toasting with a few others, Huang Lianhong withdrew from the private room. This was their personal gathering, and she wished not to stay—especially with Su Luoyan present, who had already sensed something upon entering.
At this moment, if anyone were to keenly observe outside the dormitory, they would surely notice that the slivers emitting a faint blue glow had already frozen over with a layer of frost. Moreover, the frost continued to spread at an imperceptible pace.
“It must be so. As the saying goes, ‘If an official doesn’t serve the people, he might as well go home and roast sweet potatoes.’ I think this county magistrate should just go home and roast sweet potatoes,” Qing He said while pouring tea, then placed the cup before Xu Miao.
“The bloody lesson has finally awakened the leaders. Let's hope officials in other counties and cities learn from this!” Liang Yuhua said with displeasure.
“Teacher Qin, please help hold the fort here. The arrests should be left to our security team,” Ye Zi instructed.
“Let the sky fall, let the earth rise—I would rather break my proud bones than yield!” A resolute voice rang out from Li Tianfeng’s mouth.
Without hesitation, Li Tianfeng said, “To retreat to the cultivation world? What a joke. There are still so many people I care about there, so many unfinished matters, and above all, I have yet to kill the Demon King! How could I quietly stay in the East Sea?”
Gradually, the murals grew more and more faint and dim. Zhao Yang stood still, watching as these paintings slowly vanished, until only the bare rock wall remained.
Having packed the Mystic Yellow Pill, Ye Xiao planned to find time to visit Haidong again and hand it over to Liu Kui.
“Shanya, if you ever run out of food, just call me. I’ll help you prepare something,” Nangong Zhuoran said sincerely, his lips pressed together softly but earnestly.
Meng Xingchen was deeply focused on planning an escape route, paying no heed to Chen Yunfeng’s deranged words.
“Mr. Chen, I’d like to understand your detailed procedure to avoid any mistakes or embarrassments. It’s clear you hold a high position, and I wouldn’t want to cause you to lose face,” the wedding company’s host said after seeing Chen Shu.
“Ah, Queen Bee, I’m back. I’ve returned to kill you,” the voice dripping with murderous intent was like a sharp blade. Each step the solitary wanderer took crushed a car beneath his enormous frame.
“Ding ding—” At that moment, Lu Xuan’s phone rang. Taking it out, he saw the caller ID—it was Ning Zongze.
In this world where crime rates remained high, and superheroes and supervillains intertwined, universities had long incorporated self-defense training as a mandatory course and examination.
“Thank you, Luo. Your words are enough for me. But changing identities and living a new life isn’t that easy. You may not see me that way, but others do. In their eyes, I will always be—” Yan Ruyu looked at Luo, completely entranced in that moment.