Chapter 122: War Is Approaching, Hearts Beating as One

Luo Qishuang was stunned. How did Fuyu know she had gone out today? And why was he keeping such a close watch on her? However, she betrayed no sign of unease; she had only stepped out for a moment, after all.

"I just went out to kill a few zombies," she said, turning to face Fuyu with her usual charming smile. "Is something the matter, Fuyu?" she asked in return.

"You went to meet—"

Hearing this, Shui Weiping frowned and looked at Shui Qiqi, wanting to say more but hesitating, clearly troubled by the fear that Shui Xiu’er might overhear.

"What’s the problem?" Yun Feng asked, listening to the obviously malicious tone in Gu Yi’s voice.

The crowd cast a regretful glance at Shan Lingyao, followed by a gloating look toward the head of the Shan family, before heading outside.

After some thought, Jiang Xiuhe turned back to retrieve the item, placed it into her bag, tucked the bag into a cabinet, and then took out her phone to send a text message to Yan Xiuze.

A few stray locks of hair fell across her forehead, partially obscuring her vision. Lin Shu gently tucked them behind her ear before signing her name at the bottom of the painting.

He thought to himself that if he had a jar of his own home-brewed Red Dust Wine right now, it would be a rare pleasure indeed.

Shui Qiqi looked around and realized everyone was staring at them. Feeling a flutter of nervousness in her heart, she quietly crept closer to Mu Xiuhan and whispered into his ear.

Jing Luo felt a pang of guilt, but after a few seconds of hesitation, she finally held the phone to her ear.

They ordered a fully vegetarian meal for lunch. Since it was just family, Xie Yi didn't have to worry about being photographed, and they enjoyed a light, quiet meal together.

Mu Xiuhan looked at Shui Qiqi with a wry smile. It was true that he couldn't handle spicy food; although the dish tasted quite good, it simply didn't suit his palate. From start to finish, he had only eaten one slice of beef and touched nothing else.

"Fine, fine, fine... so you love him that much, do you? It seems I must make you understand who your husband is, and who is meant to be your companion for life!" He swept Zihan up into his arms and flew toward the lake behind the estate.

Zihan quickly put on a bamboo-green embroidered gown, loosely pinned her hair into a flowing-cloud bun, slapped on a thick layer of powder, applied a garish "clown makeup," and sashayed off to meet her "rival in love."

Hua Qianli and Ouyang Luo looked at Su Yajun with disdain, too lazy to scold the spineless fox spirit any further.

The Brake Bear chased closely behind him, roaring in fury and wielding its Ghost-Brake Spear with menacing force, yet after stabbing repeatedly, it failed to land another blow.

But this effort proved counterproductive. Because the spring water was cold, the sudden chill caused the pores on Long Wushuang’s body—which had just opened up—to snap shut. What was meant to aid in detoxification ended up trapped beneath his skin.

The situation here drew the attention of the wild boars, which were frantically fleeing, causing them to stop in their tracks.

The City of Glory, capital of the Noson Empire, was world-renowned for its grandeur, yet it was no less affluent than Muse City or beautiful than Davina City.

The two sides stood in a standoff. Mike and his party dared not strike first, while the animals huddled by the trees, watching this unknown creation that had descended from the sky.

Long Fei looked at the clenched fist inside the fat man’s sleeve and sneered inwardly, wondering how he would resist now.

Hardly had the Triad left when Liu Yanei returned with a squad of soldiers, shouting as they ran, "Catch the Triad! Catch the Triad!" Though they made a great clamor, they ran incredibly slowly, clearly fearful and only acting out of necessity.

He had a dream—a very long, painful dream. In the vast stretch of time, he felt he had never suffered so much. He did not know that his father, Raditz, was performing a blood transfusion on him. He did not know where he had come from, nor where he was going.