Volume 1, Chapter 64: Er-ya, Targeted by Her Reborn Step-sister in a Retro-Setting 23

"Stop it!!"

Hearing the news, Xu Yue'e stumbled over in a panic.

She pulled Wu Jiabao into her arms, her hands trembling as she felt all over his body, terrified that she had arrived too late.

"Are you hurt anywhere? Ah? Let Mom see!"

"Mom, I'm fine."

Wu Jiabao gripped her hands; they were ice cold.

Looking at her worried expression, he turned his body slightly to try and block the person on the ground from her view.

The mission assigned by the Hokage required Konoha's ninja to keep an eye on the people from the Land of Rain. Dealing with the Rain Village's team leader jonin outside was up to high-ranking ninja like them, but once it came to entering the tournament grounds, they were somewhat beyond their reach.

Therefore, even without seeing it with his own eyes, upon hearing these words from Sect Leader Ling and recalling his father's temperament, he understood that what was said couldn't be far from the truth. He couldn't help feeling a wave of emotion, thinking that had his father not been of such character, the Shen family perhaps would not have walked down this path.

"My name is Nie Xiang." I smiled after hearing that. Since I was already here, I would take things as they came; although I didn't know where this place was, there were no other options for the present.

After waiting for a long time without receiving an answer, Chu Tianjiao continued to walk inside, then locked the bathroom door behind her.

Ignoring the Sky-Drilling Rat walking toward her, Yue Mengxin stared at Ruan Ruhai. Her gaze was filled with nothing but disappointment and disdain, her heart growing steadily colder and aching terribly—hurting so much it felt as though she had been carved by a sharp blade, leaving her bleeding profusely.

Compared to the last time, no one else was called this time. Aside from the dense crowds of NPCs, Ushijima contained no other players.

"Then that's no wonder." Everyone else at the table wore looks of sudden realization upon hearing this.

A huge fist, the size of a water bucket, tore through the air and smashed toward Qin Tianqi. The immense force generated friction with the air, producing a popping and cracking sound.

In the end, after enduring countless trials and tribulations, the youth Xingtian used his human body to fuse with his past-life flesh, recovering his supreme strength. At the critical moment, he slew the extraterrestrial ancestral demon that was about to awaken, purging the demonic calamity.

"Brother-in-law?!" The insect's very first word remained this title, except this time, it unfortunately came attached with a question mark.

She looked over with curiosity, only to find an ordinary glass mirror. Although antique and crystal clear, compared to the mirrors she had seen before, it possessed nothing particularly outstanding.

"You are not qualified to kill him," said the figure in black coldly. His words carried not a trace of emotion, as if he were a glacier, conveying nothing but a chill. This sensation involuntarily brought thoughts of death to mind.

At midnight, Zhao Gan was still tapping away at the keyboard of the dilapidated computer in the hotel, searching for various recruitment notices. Suddenly, a spark of current flashed through his mind, and he gently typed six characters into the Baidu search bar: the official website of Hongguang Group.

Mengzhu, however, could no longer fall asleep. She leaned against the sleeping Situ Xiao, breathing in his scent and seeking out a long-lost feeling, when suddenly she caught the fragrance of cosmetics. This scent was extremely familiar and peculiar, as if she had smelled it somewhere before.

In truth, she was also unfamiliar with the situation in Liaoning, and residing within the imperial palace as a consort made it even more difficult for her to understand matters of the battlefield. These were merely things she pieced together relying on her own memory.

Su Yirong leaned motionlessly against the door panel. Clearly the night was very cool, yet his body seemed like a blazing heat source, making her feel as though she were in the scorching daylight instead of the freezing night.

She did not know when Chu Tao would return, nor did she know whether doing these things was of any use; she simply burned a stick of incense in the room filled with his presence, letting the curling smoke weave into yearning.

Having walked only a dozen steps, the two of them glanced back at the lights of the construction site, then actually stood up. These two tall and short figures in black swaggered toward Ling Yu, paying no mind to the rustling wild grass being crushed beneath their feet.