Memories of the Past in a Dream

Ji Ningzhao was well aware that she was dreaming; she dreamed of many things from the past.

She was only six years old when she first met Ying Chongyun. He had just been invited by the Star-Picking Pavilion to be her new teacher. At that time, Ji Ningzhao had no inkling of what entanglements would arise between herself and Ying Chongyun in the future. She had been brought to the Star-Picking Pavilion as soon as she could walk, and the endless parade of teachers had long since become routine for her.

But Ying Chongyun knew, for it was at Ji Ningzhao’s birth—

Sun Yumeng was unwilling to concede defeat. As the younger sister, she felt the elder should give way in matters of affection, especially since both sisters had fallen for Huazai. Whether or not she was truly pregnant, she could not admit defeat first, so she declared herself with child as well.

People naturally parted to form a path, and before Xiao Jingqi could even register what had happened, their figures had already vanished from sight.

The Young Tiger submachine gun roared to life, unleashing a torrent of fire. Every corpse in its path was struck in the head—a ruthless calculation by the Cruel Angel’s system, ensuring every bullet found a fatal mark. In an instant, every body in view dropped dead, shot through the skull.

But now Yang Feng had vanished without a trace, which made things exceedingly difficult. After all, the man was a person of some standing; they couldn’t simply arrest him without evidence.

Su Junhua was utterly perplexed. All she could sense was a mass gathering in Liu Li’s abdomen, causing her intense pain.

Haozi’s face stiffened. He shoveled down two mouthfuls of rice, forcing himself to ignore Xu Duoduo’s words. The smile that had just bloomed on his face vanished without a trace.

“All right, if staying quiet now means I get candy later, I’ll be good!” Xiao Luofan covered her mouth, giggling in secret. Though she tried her best to stifle it, a trace of laughter still slipped free.

On Twitter, a wave of excitement swept through the students of Columbia University, all abuzz over Gu Xing’s heroic rescue.

She sat woodenly on the hospital bed, dressed in the special gown provided for patients. Her long hair fell loosely around her, drifting at will.

The snail’s pace of updates in August, followed by the plot gradually growing dull—no matter what, I have to take responsibility.

Jiang Ling shouted, “Dog meat for dinner tonight!” With that, he drew a knife from his sleeve and dashed out in pursuit.

“Impossible!” Even King Lanling appeared before him in an instant, his expression unreadable behind the cold mask.

“Lin Shaogeng, the Dark Bat King with violet wings has reached the pinnacle of the ninth level of the Divine Void Realm. Adding the fully-formed Black Crystal Mechanism, their strength is close to that of a demigod. Even I dare not say I could defeat any of them, so you mustn’t rely on your high-level martial arts to go head-to-head.”

Just as he was fretting, Xun Jinsheng encountered yet another strange event. It was as if someone was secretly helping him from the shadows.

The monster on the steps revealed only half its body, yet the bullets struck its shell without causing any real harm.

Yang Yazhou understood as well. A million wasn’t the same as a hundred. In an era when a film crew could be assembled for just over three million, a million was no small sum.

Who would believe it? Could a single castle really support so many underlings? Do you take the tourists visiting your castle for fools to be fleeced every other day? If you get three hundred visitors a day, you should count yourself lucky.

The bedroom seemed to grow colder and colder. Xi Mo, out of habit, shivered, and could clearly see her breath misting in the air—an unmistakable sign that the room’s temperature was plummeting…

Though he still completed his missions in recent years, Long’s diligence and success had been waning noticeably, to the Navy’s and the World Government’s great displeasure. Yet, on Garp’s account, no one called him out; they simply turned a blind eye. Even so, the admiral’s post was no longer his.