Chapter 70 Mother Weeps

My Years as a Rural Outcast Left Dao Approaches 1302 words 2026-04-13 18:48:03

I gave him a thumbs-up.

Earlier, I had whispered to him, instructing him to quietly attach a tracker to Qin Dahu, so we wouldn't have to search for Jiu E Xiaolao's location all over again when we head to Chunba Valley. Fatty Zuo did a spectacular job with Qin Dahu, and it actually worked.

After all the commotion just now, we were wide awake.

And that woman with the human skin mask, putting on makeup and crying in front of the mirror, left us feeling utterly...

The empty wineglass was tossed onto the table by Hua Zhi, landing without a sound thanks to his internal energy. He wrapped his arm around the person in the bath, drew close, and sparks flew—what followed was impossible to stop.

"Boss, up until now, I still don't know your name. How should we address you?" Li Zifeng asked in a low voice.

She wore a dress adorned with tiny diamonds that sparkled in the light, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like a celestial maiden descending to earth.

Though Jun Cang was at a disadvantage, the two elders were not unscathed; they too had suffered at his hands.

When Jun Nianchen saw her finally agree, even if she refused to form a contract, at least the unicorn's safety was now assured.

Chu Yunshang seemed to have anticipated this, for she had already fixed her gaze on the disciple the moment he spoke.

She knew, of course, that after all the Zhen family had done was exposed, she no longer needed to feel guilty toward them. Yet, after more than twenty years of shared affection, such ties could not be severed overnight.

At the wine table, they recounted stories of their past—tales of heated passion, moving memories, and even embarrassing mishaps. All laughed heartily together.

Lie Ying had drunk quite a lot—about five bottles of red wine mixed with whiskey—but he could hold his liquor. Despite the strong drink, his face remained unchanged, betraying no sign of inebriation.

Connecting all these bizarre events, Wang Bo couldn’t help but see through it: Ming Shixun was clearly toying with Wang Sisi, making her believe she and he had something, when in fact he was simply handing her over to him.

Thus, under the direction of Wu Xie and Li Jian, the engineering team began swiftly excavating the earth around the ancient tomb, unearthing the entrance and preparing for a protective dig from the front. Once the tomb’s layout and structure were fully mapped, they would cast a reinforced concrete cage over it.

With the arrival of this young man, all eyes on the third floor were drawn to him. Like a single firework blazing in the night, he instantly became the center of attention, dazzling and impossible to ignore.

Yang Yan, in the middle of her narrative, suddenly fell silent, her expression frozen in that moment.

In a garden, Luo Feng and the Fire Demon King sat down while Dylan and the others stood guard on either side, watchful and alert.

Then Lin Hao felt as if another consciousness had emerged in his mind, seeking to crowd out, suppress, even completely replace his own.

As a man deeply passionate about martial arts, twenty-five-year-old Minamoto Yoshihiro had already become unmatched among his peers in Japan.

Clad in a Givenchy evening gown, tailored to perfection, paired with the latest Oscar-winning actor—what better way to exude elegance?

Let it be so, Gan Jing thought quietly to herself, holding a faint hope for the actor to whom she had presented the Best Actor trophy.

After exchanging military merits for the treasures they needed, the two departed the camp together. In a remote location far from the barracks, they activated the divine realm teleportation and returned to the primeval secret realm within human territory.

Belief in Buddhism arose from a deep-seated sense of futility. For a mercenary, bullets whistled by at all times—death could come at any moment. A quick shot was the best one could hope for. Far worse was being wounded in a vital spot and dying in agony, or being captured and tortured to death—a true tragedy.

Chen Shui frowned in his sleep. Just as he was about to charge downward, he discovered that the base of the tower was surrounded by a green barrier.