Volume 1, Chapter 43: This Child Is Yours

However, while searching for a new planet, he was suddenly caught in a spacetime vortex and sent back a thousand years, which changed his life forever.

He covered his face with his clothes, unsure whether it was out of shame or to press against his wounds to prevent excessive blood loss.

A wave of sorrow suddenly swept over. Amidst Dongfang Yan's emotions, what resonated with her the most was perhaps the sudden surge of loneliness welling up in her heart?

Entering the door was a bustling lobby. Because too many people had come to admire the prosperous era of Xuanyuan in recent days, the spacious lobby appeared slightly crowded. Yet in the southwest corner of the hall, there was an elevated platform where someone was gracefully and quietly playing a tune, adding a touch of gentle elegance to the otherwise noisy room.

Tang Yu, on the other hand, wore a calm and composed expression. As soon as he came out, he noticed that someone was watching him. Therefore, the moment that motorcycle rushed toward him, Tang Yu executed a graceful pivot, lifted his foot, and kicked directly at the two men on the motorcycle.

Just hearing the name gave the impression of a particularly cool, aloof, and idiosyncratic director. His temper was generally not very good; he had started out making films, specifically independent films, and had won awards at overseas film festivals. He was quite famous within the circle of film enthusiasts, though largely unknown to the general public.

With the help of the red-haired and white-bearded men, and given their resurgence into the world, many pirates and factions naturally exercised extreme caution. Relatively speaking, the New World became much more peaceful, and residents on many islands began to live happy lives.

"Yes, Grandpa, I know what to do. You can rest assured," Mo Xue said with a nod, full of confidence in herself.

Ding Yi was a gambling novice. Apart from the domestic three-card *Zha Jin Hua*, he had basically played nothing else. The only time he ever entered a casino was to watch Thirteen Sister gamble.

"Heh heh, who else could it be besides me? How have you been lately?" Ye Kai asked with a smile into the phone.

Xie You shook his head and sighed as he spoke, looking as though he felt a great deal of pity for Jing Cheng.

Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and the others led their respective main armies and arrived one after another, bringing the Han forces to nearly nine hundred thousand strong. Liu Ze finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Zhu'er pulled out a long sword, tossed it to Lin Yin, and said, "We can begin." Lin Yin drew the long sword and performed the boxing and kicking techniques he had just practiced in the form of a sword dance.

Since the focus wasn't on me, I figured I could continue to maintain my disguise. After all, the lighting here was rather dim, and red and green strobe lights flashed all around. Coupled with the fact that I was wearing a duck-billed cap and Ma Hou had only seen me a few times, he shouldn't be able to recognize me at a glance. Therefore, I tried my best to act calm and even raised my glass to take a sip of wine.

I checked my spatial watch, and surprisingly, a full year had passed. It was now 2029, and I was thirty years old.

Winter had already arrived, and Lin Yin was still wearing those old clothes belonging to the ship's crewmen. Outside, the northern wind howled, but he felt not the slightest bit of cold, presumably due to his gradually strengthening internal energy. Whether the clothes had shrunk or he had grown taller over the past few months, they actually fit him more and more snugly, except for being severely tattered.

"Sister Min, I can assure you that the Crown Prince has no intention of seizing the throne..." Under the circumstances, Dai Jin could only stall with such words for the time being.

"Your humble subordinate has come specifically to confess his crimes for yesterday's events—not only to apologize for the negligence toward Your Honor, but also to apologize for the fright suffered by Your Honor's friend yesterday." He seemed to have come with a reason that could not be refused, every word sincere.

Yet Cang Jinshu always felt that this demon cave was not so simple. What kind of place lay behind that tall, gray, and aged gate? Why would such a massive labyrinth exist within this Immortal Spirit Mirror?

Thinking that if he could truly succeed in building his foundation, it would be the ultimate fulfillment of his wishes, he obediently nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation, hoping a miracle would happen.

Her mother was indeed a well-known and talented actress in Haicheng, but did Mo Yingan truly treat her like his own flesh and blood?

"Is it that I'm just too out of touch? When did playing video games become a job?" Father Lin asked, his eyes filled with doubt and dissatisfaction.

Jiang Jinwan walked over, supported her right foot, picked up the shoe placed nearby, and helped her put it on. He adjusted the laces to a proper tightness, his slender fingers nimbly tying a pretty butterfly knot.

Just like now, even though Tang Yuan was clearly playing with Xixi and Yangyang, he looked more like he was playing by himself, and the way he gazed at the toys was off. Previously, she had thought this was due to the child being introverted, but now it seemed that Tang Yuan must have suffered severe psychological trauma to be like this.

"Shen Muxian, can you please not be so shameless? I'm tired, get out!" Yu Chuchu was in no mood to trade dirty jokes with him right now, and she pushed Shen Muxian toward the door.

The Mountain God Temple was not large and housed only two divine statues: one of Houyi and the other of the Earth God. The Earth God was located right at the entrance of the temple, while Houyi's statue stood in a slightly larger space just inside the door, directly behind the Earth God. His statue was significantly larger than that of the Earth God.

"I just don't want you to get hurt." Feeling his body growing increasingly weak, Su Hao only wanted to express the feelings in his heart for once.

The servants looked at one another, none of them willing to fetch the wine, nor daring to persuade the young master to stop drinking and turn in early for the night. They knew the young master was a man of few words—he had never spoken much, and every day he wore a scowl as if someone owed him ten thousand taels of silver, making him quite intimidating.