Chapter 42: Changed

Back in those days, Fan Li withdrew after his achievements, drifting along the southern rivers with Xi Shi, a beauty by his side on a boat—a scene so refined that even Song lyrics could not resist its allure.

And upon returning home, Li Jianan had no intention of sleeping further; it was as if she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, dawn had already broken.

After all, if she truly had feelings for him, she wouldn’t have been so eager to push him away last night; at the very least, she would have lingered with him a while longer, half-resisting, half-yielding.

But now, retreat was already too late. On their way out, they were struck in the back by a stray bullet, and after a choking cry, they collapsed to the ground, breathless.

“All right, thank you, Mom.” Tang Zhitong understood her mother’s intentions—she simply wanted him to improve himself. To ease her worries, he accepted her kindness, planning to bring things home in the future and lie if necessary.

The two exchanged a few more words, and Director Wang, citing busy work, excused himself, leaving subsequent matters to an assistant.

Gradually, the commander of the defending Japanese forces grew less anxious, merely ordering his troops to steady their positions and hold the machine gun nests, feeling he could rest easy.

Mu Lingyi noticed something off in Luo Xueyi’s expression and realized what would happen next was no longer her concern. She bid farewell, turned, and left the courtyard.

Meanwhile, Wang Ruoqing supported her father, Wang Ye, as they walked toward a residence at the rear of the manor.

He also felt a bit fortunate, thinking this commander was quite decent—knowing he needed water, he brought it over without hesitation. Though his words were blunt, the man himself was kind.

“Hashirama and Tobirama’s influence among the Senju of the Forest far surpasses that of Tsunade and myself,” answered the Senju clan leader.

The apocalypse crisis wasn’t her main game—yet, she moved in and out of that game world at her whim.

As the mercenaries drew closer, Lan Ke, who had been standing still, suddenly sprang into action. She darted forward, raised her Black Scale Blade, and struck at the nearest mercenary.

She saw Ta Xue knock on the door and enter the room. Later, she accompanied the others and the bride as they emerged, noticing that the bride’s complexion was not well.

“Ge Feng is simply too formidable. For someone like him, I’m utterly speechless—how is there such a vast difference between people?” Ouyang Ye sighed, imitating Guan Zhenggu’s tone.

It was strange—though Lu Liang had heard Park Chan-yeol say these words countless times, never had they tugged at his heart as painfully as now.

Gu Yuluo was Gu Yuying’s younger sister by the same mother. When she declared that Lan Ke was an imposter, most people present believed her.

Three kisses and a blush, as Xin Tong teased him—he still remembered how she always called him at the most inconvenient times.

Thinking of Lan Ke’s terrifying reputation, the four felt pain throughout their bodies, dared not linger on the thought, and focused intently on the tree before them.

Ling Feiying knew that if Ye Xuan didn’t arrive soon, he and his sworn brothers would likely meet their end here.

Ge Feng grasped the rim with both hands, bent his knees, and swung back and forth like a gorilla clutching a branch, looking down at Rudy Fernandez below with a mocking smile on his lips.

Seeing this, Xia Tian guessed what the other was thinking. He merely smiled and said nothing, but explained, “Don’t ask me; ask him.” As he spoke, he threw the empire in his hands heavily to the ground.

To rise instantly and parachute into a consultant’s position—even a fool could see what was going on.

That last potion must have neutralized or eliminated all the medicinal effects, otherwise there wouldn’t be such a raw solution.

“So is it or isn’t it?!” Qing Hui suddenly raised his voice, startling Liu Yuanwai, who instinctively shrank back.

She blended aristocratic elegance with youthful romance, noble, alluring, pure—the very charm of the Flower of Chapel Hill.

The principal first observed the student across from him; he could tell the student was clever, yet puzzled how he could commit such a foolish act.

The doctor gave Houston a fierce glare. Many believed the doctor was just a philanderer, but those who truly knew him understood he lingered among all those black silk skirts not out of desire, but because of loneliness, idleness, and the helpless passage of time.

Zan Tianyu was young, about the same age as the eldest prince. He even bore some resemblance to the second and third princes. His gentle, jade-like face, eyes bright as stars, and striking, handsome nose—all gave him an air of friendliness.

“How did you discover it? Wasn’t it said to be buried underground?” Ling Bing gestured for Dragon Princess to sit and asked slowly.

Huang Tao indulged in some daydreams, then pulled himself together and called the director of the Political Research Office to his office to discuss work.

This perfect training spot was the result of a day’s effort—after familiarizing himself with the thirty-kilometer radius around the camp, he finally established the safest place to level up.

Especially for those from holy families—already dazzling themselves—they were suddenly confronted by the even more splendid arrival of the Purple Orchid Battle Alliance, and each sensed that these newcomers might be somehow connected to them.

He stepped forward, grabbed Wu Ziyao as if she were a chicken or duck, and dragged her toward the door.

“Perhaps…” Annie answered slowly, absorbed in playing with the fan in her hand.

After listening, Emperor Jiang of the Ancestor Wu pondered for a moment, then suddenly struck his fist against his palm and said, “Good! Let’s do it. We’ll quietly gather our clansmen at the Ancestor Wu Hall, and once we’re ready, storm the Heavenly Court. When we break Di Jun’s court and wipe out the demon clan, all the ancestor Wu agreed thunderously, each returning to their tribe to assemble their people.”

Qin Ruonan hadn’t expected him to notice and suddenly question her. Startled, she quickly looked away from An Changpu, shook her head, and indicated she had nothing to say.

Because, the powerful celestial arts raining from above not only posed a great threat to him, but also helped eliminate many opponents on the ground.