Chapter 36: The Idiot Guest

The moment Wu Xuan laid eyes on Shi Nianqing, tears welled up in her eyes.

Especially seeing her charging over, bow and arrow in hand, she looked exactly like a hero riding upon a multicolored cloud.

"Partner, partner! I’ve finally found you!"

"You have no idea what I’ve been through since I lost you!"

"Partner, I’ve missed you so much!"

Ignoring Su Muge standing right beside them, Wu Xuan rushed over.

For instance, she could alleviate others' pain simply by touching them. Of course, if one were to explain this using modern science, it would most likely be a form of psychological suggestion, similar to a placebo effect.

And so, the negotiation continued. The two reached a slight impasse regarding the timeline: Bai Yi intended to carry out the plan immediately, while the Duke suggested waiting until dawn so he could summon his sons to his side first.

"Honestly, you really should have accepted that position as Vice Dean of the Royal Academy back then. While power often invites trouble, more often than not, it serves as a reliable protective umbrella," the trickster remarked at the end.

The characters in this book encompass nearly every representative nation and region across Europe. These characters are all obsessed with regional stereotypes, taking great pleasure in mocking and satirizing both their own regional traits and those of others.

"Come, let me see." Yu Shiyu pulled her down and snatched the scroll of historical records from her hands; she was determined to see just how Yu Sheng had bragged about himself.

As for whether the royal family might turn against them later and strike, that was of no concern. The Void Walkers are a peace-loving organization, dedicated to the shared development, progress, and prosperity of humanity. They are quite kind and reasonable; surely, aside from the Church, no one would be so heartless as to turn on them, right?

Time drifted by slowly—one day, two days, three days... in the blink of an eye, a month had slipped away.

Our Master Yuan managed to collect these four major newspapers not because of his protagonist aura—well, perhaps a little—but because the massive headlines he generated were truly eye-catching.

As Hu Gao spoke, he leaned down, eager to see from a different angle how the Young Wolf Lord was hanging from the tree.

He raised his oil-paper umbrella and gave it a wave, sending streams of blue smoke shooting from the tip, which instantly transformed into ghastly faces and lunged toward Chu Sheng and the others.

Revolver was an observant man, keeping his eyes on her facial expressions the entire time. He caught the sorrow and loss in her eyes, as well as the self-deprecating curve of her lips. His heartstrings tightened, and he felt a bitter sensation. She must have been deeply wounded to hide herself so thoroughly behind such a cold exterior.

The lightning-attracting pillars behind the eleven disciples lit up once more. Slender bolts of lightning descended from the high sky, flowing down the pillars and slowly into the bodies of the eleven disciples.

It was simply preposterous; to claim that she was the one relying on her grandfather now, when in reality, it was clearly the other way around.

Although Ji Shaoting had woken up that very night, his health had been poor ever since. He had been suffering from a low-grade fever due to a wound infection, which kept him looking pale and haggard.

He looked up toward the Sanzu River, where an unknown white mist rising from the water gathered on the surface, thick and hazy, preventing one’s gaze from penetrating it or seeing the scenery on the opposite bank.

The beggar took another heavy drag of his cigarette. As one finished, Revolver helped him light a second. He inhaled deeply and began to recount the process of rescuing Tao Di.

Ji Shaoting’s appearance was undoubtedly awkward to the extreme. He was deeply worried about Tao Di, yet he never expected that she would treat him like thin air. His anxiety and concern were reduced to nothing more than the embarrassment of unrequited affection.

Beneath the basketball hoop sat the black Audi that had been towed away from the highway exit. Covered in dust, it possessed a desolate sense of a hero’s final decline.

Looking at it from up close, the metal plate appeared even more extraordinary. It was not entirely black after all; the other side was pure white. Just like the black side, it held a luster that blended metal and glass, its surface equally smooth.