Chapter 78: Moonlit Fright

After her New Year holiday, she returned to the hospital, but with the festive spirit of the season, the weather was bright, there was neither flu nor viral outbreak, and the pediatric department was no longer as hectic as before the holiday. Her daily work followed an orderly routine, leaving her with a lighter workload.

The masked man staggered back in pain, and Zhao Yu raised her gun and fired, pulling the trigger as she aimed at him.

"Qingqing, do you like Ji Wushuang?" An'an sat atop the table, a Persian cat by her side; somehow, her act of eating watermelon, so rustic in nature, was elevated to the refinement of an empress dining.

Rong Yan cast a fierce glare at Ji Wushuang, her high heels clicking toward the door. As she reached it, Ji Wushuang's words caused her to stumble once more.

Bai Ling'er's face turned ghostly pale. "Ling'er, don't be afraid. This is normal. Stay calm, steady yourself. I will help you," Ma Tiancheng's voice echoed in her mind. Bai Ling'er's panic faded; her hands moved like fluttering butterflies, weaving complex incantations into the demon-revealing mirror.

The Fire God and Nangong Changfeng exchanged uncertain glances, both stumped by the dilemma before them.

It was obvious, Miao Ying was waiting outside Cheng Lingfei's door at the time, so... this melody... was it played by Cheng Lingfei!?

"Let me," Xu Yichen took the porridge from Ouyang Ling. Though Ouyang Ling kept smiling, disappointment shadowed his gaze, which did not escape Xu Yichen's notice. He knew Ouyang Ling liked Yixuan, but despite himself, he still felt compelled to intervene.

After speaking, a strange expression crossed Yang Nianzi's face. Ma Tiancheng knew her thoughts; his cultivation was unusual, aided by the cheats of the Void Realm, while Su Lingyu relied entirely on talent and hard work.

She hurriedly lifted her foot, but it was too late—the white fluffy carpet bore two dark footprints.

Those in line behind her laughed derisively; fifty-eight thousand gold coins, how miserly—certainly another installment-paying pauper.

Murong Xun looked at Murong Hua's pale, aged face and silver hair, and suddenly felt pity—a lifelong pursuit, enduring the greatest humiliation a man could bear, but in the end, what was gained?

Pain radiated from his arm as gashes tore open, blood welling from the wounds. He channeled inner energy to staunch the bleeding, excitement flashing across his face as he stared intently at Yamamoto Toshihide, standing not far away.

Shaking his head, Lei Wente suppressed the tempting thought. He wasn't a good man, but taking advantage of someone in distress to ruin their virtue was still beyond him; at most, he'd tease them a little, driving them to exasperation.

Virtue Consort was startled, tears falling more fiercely, her lips blue with anguish, eyes full of resentment as she looked at Zhao Che.

Luo Yu trembled, embarrassed and awkward, sneaking a glance at Fang Yi.

The Wolf Alliance Army and the Dragon-Tiger Army fought as they ran, both suffering losses, but the Wolf Alliance Army fared worse.

The technology of spatial compression and time manipulation, once believed impossible, now truly existed? The ring before him was like the legendary storage rings of myth.

"I can give up my life, but I absolutely cannot give up you!" Zhao Ling spoke slowly, each word etched deeply into Murong Xun's heart.

Yamamoto stood wordlessly, his left cheek severely swollen, likely loose teeth if not lost. He kept repeating, "Yes, yes, I deserve to die," his demeanor barely better than a beaten dog.

Zhang Shide's personal guards were as helpless as paper before Yu Juluo. As his troops split and scattered, the armored veteran drew ever closer. Zhang Shide took a deep breath, excitement outweighing his anxiety.

He was prepared for whatever outcome awaited Jia Ai, his brother, and Bu Li, and would not be unable to accept it.

The families of Sixth, Eighth, and Eleventh Uncles, having considerable assets in the clan, laid out the most sumptuous treats; children swarmed their tables for candies and pastries.

She began to understand why Wang Fuling, despite being well cared for in Qingqiu Palace, still risked everything to overthrow Emperor Qingyuan—fear and grief over lost loved ones had all become hatred.

"Amitabha." A monk at a nearby tea stall recited the Buddha's name as he witnessed the scene, as if wishing to say something.

As the envoy of the Tang Duke, you must place the greater good first. Go see the Emperor, all else can wait." He glanced at Cheng Ji and the Han brothers tied to stakes behind him.

At least on a physical level, Gu Feng was godlike—possessing infinite power.

Lin Sansan discovered that since she started doing missions in the world of plots, she often encountered original bodies with stunning looks, and there was always someone wanting to befriend her. She had grown accustomed and numb to it.

Although society now seemed equal, the entrenched class divisions remained.

No matter how others introduced an incident, whether briefly or in detail, they could only grasp the broad outline; the full truth could never be gleaned from their words.

Li Yunhong could no longer sit still; Mo Yichen attended the ribbon-cutting as Gu Yan's boyfriend. Now, surely everyone knew.

Manla leaned closer, gazing at the dazzling red card—an engagement invitation.

Xiao Yan nodded, unceremoniously dropping into a seat. The elder raised his teacup, tipping its contents so that the tea leaves spilled into Xiao Yan's cup.

Lying in bed, Luo Yun was so emaciated she was almost unrecognizable. Luo Wu felt her throat tighten and her eyes sting; she gripped her flesh hard, forcing back tears.

Pei Shaoqing's voice trembled with shock. Lu Chen, Mo Yu, and Ji Yao quickly looked up, their gazes fixed on the depths of the island, where, unnoticed until now, dark clouds had gathered overhead.