Chapter 63: If you want to make my heart ache a little less, then say nothing, do nothing.

—“Mi’er!”
Even Feng Shengzhi herself hadn’t seen clearly how that slap landed on Song Mi’s face!
By the time she realized what had happened, her son was already supporting Song Mi.
Just now, Song Mi had actually pushed him away again, and even taken the slap for him!
It felt as if her heart had been...
Shenshi Textile Group? Wei Deben searched his memory but found no impression of it; clearly, they didn’t belong to the same social circle.
At this thought, Madam Zuo glanced apologetically at Yang Ruoqing, not knowing what to say to ease the situation. Unexpectedly, Yang Ruoqing took the initiative to speak.
In no time at all, Ling Xiao landed in front of a tavern. This tavern had once belonged to the Chen family, but after their downfall, nearly all their establishments had been usurped by the Ling family. The Lingyang Tavern before him was one of their properties.
He didn’t know how much time had passed before he slowly withdrew the Blood City Wall. The world returned to normal, and the Nascent Soul experts of the Southern Su clan stood watchfully around him.
In fact, if the sect master hadn’t been ill, according to tradition, this master’s ring should have been handed directly to Nan Liaoliao by Immortal Meimei herself.
At this point, Ling Xiao could only helplessly spread his wings, gathering Ling Xuan’er and Lan’er into his embrace, then soared away into the distance.
Perhaps the teacher also understood what kind of person Zhou Jian was, so after a brief mediation, she took Ou Yijing and Zhou Jian to the school infirmary.
Jian fell silent, leaning back in her seat, lost in thought as she watched her son. The baby in her arms babbled, eyes darting around, curious about everything around him.
Yan Jin was confident they would agree to this matter—shedding the mortal body and exchanging it for immortal bones, a transformation countless people in the world envied.
All eyes instantly locked onto the arena, scanning rapidly in every direction, each wanting to see who would be the first to step forward.
Otherwise, if they intervened in the competition in advance, the consequences would be far beyond what they could bear.
His spirit sigil contained all manner of things unrelated to cultivation, but not a single piece of clothing.
Three days was enough for him to investigate Po Jun’s background thoroughly. He was astonished by Po Jun’s potential: both his strength and methods were flawless. If a person like this could be used for his own purposes, his status in the College Guard would rise rapidly.
Only now did Xiao Hui look over carefully. As the bugle sounded, it was clear that the Song army’s formation was contracting and retreating, moving out of attack range.
Once the coordination between land and water was established, its effects would be far greater than the sum of its parts. Indeed, in later generations, the development of civilization would center on ports—the sea offered infinite possibilities and was the cheapest, most economical method of transport, capable of bringing resources from all over the world to the harbor.
The thoughtful Di Chun had even sent someone to buy dozens of pounds of rats, all of which were thrown into the cellar without exception. It was said that for the first three days, one could hear ghostly wails coming from the basement, unbearably mournful.
This was no illusion—this was a true river of blood, every drop in it fresh and scarlet. The overwhelming stench of blood filled the air, and everyone who inhaled it felt an uncontrollable urge to kill.
Those giant sword-wielding players who had resigned themselves to defeat and relaxed at their rejection suddenly felt as if they had been granted new life upon hearing Changge’s promise. They were so excited they questioned him repeatedly, hardly daring to believe it was real.
Then, with a flash, he dodged the bayonet thrust of a Japanese soldier who had mustered all his courage to roar and bolster himself. Grabbing the soldier’s head with both hands, he gave a sharp twist. With a dreadful crack, the soldier’s body went limp, his head lolling as he collapsed.