Volume One, Chapter 36: The Original Story’s Tragic Plot Unfolds in All Its Brutality

In the dead of night, over two hundred mountain bandits brandishing torches wound through the forest like a dragon of fire. Before long, they reached Peach Blossom Village, the nearest settlement. Most of the villagers had already fled, but a few households remained—either those left with only frail, ailing elders or those too destitute to afford a journey.

"What? I don't know how lucky I am? Ha! Give me a break. A medical Ph.D.? She’s nothing more than a superficial medical fraud..." Song Zilin was unconvinced.

At this thought, Shao Luofeng instinctively touched his pocket, where the dragon egg lay quietly.

Seeing it was getting late, Zhou Linshen asked Tao Jingjing to call Li Li so they could head to Wangxiang Tower for dinner.

Xiao Zhi actually admired Davy Jones. Whether in the movie or in his current state, Davy Jones was a skilled seaman—adept at combat, proficient in navigation, and, more importantly, possessed of a tender, sentimental heart.

She looked far too much like Jiang Li in her youth, though the girl before him lacked Jiang Li’s gentle, quiet grace, possessing instead a flamboyant vitality.

Shao Luofeng felt his consciousness clouding, as if he were drifting in a semi-conscious haze; his stride was unsteady and his footing weak.

To win him over, Duanmu Lang had given him a bottle the night before, but the bastard had become addicted and was now making exorbitant demands.

Although it was not a milestone birthday, Duan Hanting and Rong Yin proposed a grand celebration for their mother. Marshal Duan, who had long been seeking an excuse to coax his wife back home, gave his full approval and told them to spare no effort in the arrangements.

Amidst a series of violent tremors, Xiang Feiyu and Zhao Feiyan climbed higher and higher, eventually vanishing into the clouds and mist.

He sneered inwardly. A Divine Emperor? A mere ant daring to call himself a Divine Emperor—it was truly laughable.

It was indeed impossible to imagine how, at this moment, certain corresponding circumstances could be brought to completion.

Upon hearing this, the bodyguards immediately drew their weapons. They were desensitized to the scent of blood and did not realize that the room was already stained, the air heavy with a thick, suffocating stench.

Gazing out at the churning, tide-swept black ocean, Hao Ren sighed slightly, closed the cupboard, and headed upstairs to rest.

Nagato watched as the three clans slowly retreated. Though their withdrawal was sluggish, inching their forces back to their respective bases, any movement was better than none.

Expecting nothing more than a simple pat on the shoulder, Tornado was caught off guard as a massive, overwhelming force struck him, far more than his body could withstand.

She did not believe that fate was set in stone forever; she wanted to trade the remainder of her life for a single chance at love.

"I’ve noticed your mind has been dull lately. I was just joking—look at how scared you got," Xu Yi replied nonchalantly.

Qing Rang knew without guessing that the most opulent carriage in the fleet had to be Yu Zichen’s. She walked toward it step by step, only to pause at the entrance.

Even without Zhao Jiayin, the core members of their "Single Alliance" remained numerous. Marina had already gone to stay at her aunt’s house, and since Xie Yujia had agreed to visit the night market, she had no choice but to tag along with the boys.

Hao Ren saw that she was wearing the same clothes she had on at noon and realized that the clever Xie Yujia was so distracted that even her lies could not withstand scrutiny.

The chubby tit flapped its wings, darting left and right over the map before finally squatting in the center of the maze, right where a crude flower had been drawn.

Watching the overwhelming army of tableware surging toward them, the dragon remained unimpressed, but Tashi, knowing better than to challenge the dragon's hide, let out a cry of "Holy crap!" and bolted, howling as he scrambled away with toothpicks embedded in his legs and backside.