Chapter 85: Son, Let Me Tell You Some Good News

As for whether something was hidden inside the cake or the teddy bear, Bai Xian had no idea.

However, during these ten days since her return, she had frequently spotted Lin Yuqian from next door loitering near her door, sometimes deliberately, sometimes not, but never escaping Bai Xian’s sharp gaze.

This newly moved-in neighbor was clearly not as simple as she appeared on the surface.

Bai Xian disliked trouble, and she was even more averse to getting involved with it in any way.

Most importantly, she did not care for sweets or teddy bears...

So the moment that elegant neighbor returned home, Bai Xian did not hesitate in the slightest.

Compared to her, Lupus’s current state of mind was far from lofty. To put it bluntly, he had already given up—knowing he wasn’t playing well, he figured he had nothing to lose and simply followed tactics, making no effort to confront Liu Mang head-on, just playing the game steadily.

This match earned Liu Mang exceptionally high praise back home, despite his disappointing performance in the first quarter and being benched in the second.

Erlang Shen was in utter torment. He admitted that his blind trust in the Divine Hawk and Howling Celestial Dog was partly to blame for their deaths; even so, he hated Bai Sheng even more. “What grudge do I have against you, Bai Sheng? I was only following orders to help. Was it really necessary for you to be so ruthless?”

Ouyang Feifei had already put on her hat, sunglasses, and mask. After Ye Lengfeng parked his wolf-head motorcycle and glanced at his WeChat messages, he motioned for Ouyang Feifei to get on.

Wen Juhua, young and fresh-faced, looked so tender that no one would believe she was already married, unless she said so herself.

Lu Zhan took another bite of the egg fried rice. The taste was the same as before, yet it no longer gave him that feeling of deliciousness he once had.

Through the pattern on this sword, in that instant, Ling Shaotian seemed to see countless unstable points of energy flickering across the furious, lightning-fast sword wheel bearing down upon him. Clearly, these were the flaws in this deadly attack.

At her feet, white mist curled, and faintly, a few pairs of beastly eyes could be seen, filled with greed and savagery.

“It's nothing, just some yin energy invading the body,” I said after moving Liu Gang’s hand away from his chest. Beneath the shredded remnants of his shirt were several bloody scratches, the flesh around them already turning dark and purple.

I had always thought this story was no more than a legend, but now, upon seeing the remains of a Jinyiwei here, it seemed entirely possible that the story Han Mu told had truly happened.

“But if this goes on, your body won't be able to take it!” Diao Chan was deeply worried for Qi Feiyue.

The four generals who once served under the Overlord must have been incredibly powerful, and their armor was magnificent and distinctive. Looking at them, Xiang Yu was eager to know their detailed attributes.

Watching the battle drag on, it was clear the casualties would be enormous. If the only enemy of the allied forces was the Tyren Empire, it would be one thing. But they still had to contend with the threat of the Zerg. If too many were lost here, how could they hope to face the Zerg later?

Looking down from the tree, not far from Qin Fan, two figures were locked in combat. Upon closer look, he recognized them—none other than Huang Xiaowen and Xu Xiang.

The true reason the Tyren Empire had not taken a side would never be revealed. But even these perfunctory statements were enough to placate the media of the Twelve Star Alliance.

That night, the mountain stronghold was ablaze with lights, but under Chang Yuchun’s leadership, more than a hundred disciples of the Giant Wood Banner had quietly retreated into the rear mountains, vanishing into the vast forests.

For example, when Lin Chen punched the Green Giant, the brute didn’t dodge or flinch, but instead swung his own fist right back at Lin Chen.

At that moment, the Golden Fire Demon Eagle in the sky spat another jet of crimson flame at Mu Qianqian. The fire surged toward her, its scorching heat threatening to burn her to nothingness.

“What a formidable opponent!” Zhang Fei quickly flexed his arms and began to study Wu Tianxi in earnest.

Whatever form of life he was now, if he wanted to move, it had to start with the tendons in his hands. Once those tendons snapped, he immediately released his grip from Ma Chengfeng’s neck.