Chapter 59: Fever
When Jiang Yan was still a lowly foot soldier, he and the other veterans were crammed into a single barracks.
They were all grown men, and it was rare for them not to utter some unrefined words at night.
Yet, what left the deepest impression on Jiang Yan was probably the veteran he once met, one who was passionately enthusiastic about sharing stories of himself and his beloved.
Jiang Yan had not understood the happiness on that veteran's face back then; now, he understood.
"Hey, tell me, how much longer do we have to stay here?"
The reason Qin Yu did not directly step into the Martial Ancestor Realm was that he had channeled the majority of the dragon blood into his body's primary and secondary dragon veins.
The Black Tortoise said: Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and find the humanoid diagrams! Ancient jade, ancient human diagrams, the more ancient the closer—from ancient India, ancient Tibet, ancient cities, ancient tombs, do not let a single one slip by!
"Alright then, Uncle Tao will see what else you're lacking and I can help you get them." Remembering the shed he had lived in for so long when he first built his house, Zhao Yuan figured the Tao family shouldn't have any problems living there, so he dropped the persuasion.
Uncle Meng's family had also slaughtered two pigs, while the other two had already been sold directly to the butcher in the town market a few days ago. Originally, they planned to keep only one, but with the money in hand being quite abundant this year, Uncle Meng made a decisive call: slaughter two.
When a new day arrived, the sunlight shining upon the sea's surface reflected crystal-clear radiance. No one could have imagined that this mirror-like, calm sea had, just yesterday, surged with towering giant waves—waves dozens of meters high, enough to completely destroy every house in the coastal area and reduce them to a wasteland.
The leader of the Dark Night Bandit Group looked up to the heavens and roared. His massive body blotted out the sky and sun, and then, accompanied by boundless Qi of the Dark God, he hurtled towards the Monkey King, Sun Wukong, right before him.
"Heh, I still ask Senior Brother for much guidance." Lü Feng didn't mind. He executed a fellow-disciple salute and prepared to begin. His words, however, fell upon Yang Meng's ears as a plea for mercy, leading Yang Meng to think to himself that this junior brother was quite polite and that he shouldn't make things too embarrassing for him later.
Arriving at a beauty salon, he had Tang Ke'er properly made up, making her even more radiant and stunning than before.
Accompanied by a sound like clashing metal and gold, the liquid giant ape was instantly consumed by the flames of the Dark God's Qi, emitting a mournful cry before turning to ashes and vanishing into smoke.
"Alright, let's leave the discussion at that for now. We can talk about the specifics tomorrow!" Having said this, Chu Feng lost all interest in continuing the conversation, stood up directly, and walked out of the hall.
Thinking of this, Sister An turned back to the kitchen, picked up a tray, and placed the bowl of simmering porridge onto it.
It was probably just to avoid troubling his fiancée when attending certain events; bringing her along would be much more convenient.
The secondary disasters triggered one after another, the burning bridge, the endlessly looping screech of brakes, the sound of iron plates being warped and squeezed, the wailing of humans, the chaotic orchestration, and the mastermind casually sticking their head out.
A flash of surprise crossed Ye Shengxu's eyes, but he didn't immediately correct his mistake, sitting grandly and loosely in the chair.
Extremely dangerous, I will die—this was the thought flashing through Weiming's mind. Yet, even as he struggled desperately in resistance, he knew it was all in vain. That force seemed intent on torturing him, advancing at an agonizingly slow pace as if it wanted to devour his flesh and blood bit by bit.
She was no naive and innocent girl; the moment she saw her bare skin exposed to the air, she instantly realized that something had gone wrong.
Yet, turning her head, she saw that Ye Jingchen, despite being ill and listless, still had his eyes wide open, staring at her with curiosity.
The moment Yuan Feng saw Qiqi's bewildered expression, her anger flared up even more fiercely. She placed her hands on her hips and let out a dainty, scolding cry.
The next moment, their eyes widened in unison, a look of terror flashing across each of their beautiful eyes.
One must ask, how could a child like this—who also possessed formidable talent for cultivation—ever remain in the depths of the galaxy for a lifetime, solely dedicated to being its guardian?