Chapter 40: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (40)

Xie Yanci had been so preoccupied with sharing the joy of their reunion with Yun Jin yesterday that he completely forgot about this matter.

When rationality returned, he realized just how deep the complexities behind a seemingly simple kidnapping case actually ran.

He took Yun Jin by the hand as they went out, and after having breakfast, Yun Jin sat in the front passenger seat.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to sign up at the driving school to get my driver's license."

Yesterday, the scar-faced man, leading a group of thugs, had frantically smashed the windows of the van with wooden clubs.

It was only by a hair's breadth—

Hearing Xue Liping's assurance, Li An felt as if he had taken a reassuring pill, and happily drove Xue Liping home.

Seeing that the army beneath the city walls was in no hurry to pursue the men in black, nor showed any intention of retreating, Dugu Yingcheng smiled and shook his head.

That fellow Fatty had a massive appetite. Of course, my guys had bought plenty of breakfast, so they weren't worried at all about Fatty eating to his heart's content.

"Hehehe... Uncle, with my pathetic conditions, how could I possibly have this much money?" Dong Jian's face actually flushed slightly.

"I came so late because I was afraid the members of the White Dog Society would find out what I was doing and trail behind me," Granny Hua said with a bitter smile.

"Second Life, you really need to watch out and pay a little more attention to your eyes, okay?" Upon hearing what Mu Zhiya said, a question arose in my heart.

Although she hadn't been home for a long time, the house had been kept very clean by Aunt Zhang. Everything that needed to be taken away had already been packed up and neatly stacked against the corners of the walls.

"This requires rainwater from the Autumn Equinox and snowwater from the Winter Solstice as medicinal guides, to be taken along with the pills," Xi Zhijun said.

Clack, clack, clack! The sound of teeth chattering echoed in the silent expanse. Ran Ran stood nailed in the air like a nail, her eyes fixed死ly on the dark valley in the distance.

Naruto turned and left directly; he was going to find the Third Hokage. He needed a large number of Wind Release ninjutsu right now. His target was Orochimaru in the Chunin Exams—he wondered if he would show up. He still needed to settle the score from the last Chunin Exams when he had been chased and forced to run for his life.

The next day was the transportation of rice seedlings in Choumi County. Lin Yuxiu had carefully instructed them that all procedures should follow today's routine.

Yet, what did it mean to be attacked not long after leaving the city walls? Had the main force of zombies spread all the way here, or had today's zombie horde changed direction and rushed toward their side?

When she noticed that Luo Qi had slowed down to just a few steps per platform—equivalent to taking giant strides—and that her expression was somewhat dull at the moment, completely different from her usual playful demeanor.

With every breath he took, Xiao Chen exhaled a hazy grey gas, which consisted entirely of necrotic cells and stagnant injuries from within his body. Almost with every breath, his injuries were repaired a fraction, and his Iris Artistic Conception surged drastically.

Su Xing rattled off a large string of words in one breath, but after pausing to think for a moment, he sensed a trace of something amiss and quickly changed his tune.

Arriving at Fuzhong Inn, Mo Xie was startled. "Yuelai Inn"? Heavens, why did it have the same name as the inn in Zheluofu? No wonder the token didn't mention a name and only said it was in Lingfu.

"Boss, what are you so happy about over there?" Kurotsuchi asked casually, watching her father laughing away.

A trace of timidity flickered in his eyes, completely at a loss for what would be best to say.

"It's already very good. You have to know that none of the rest of us have this kind of ability?" Seeing Chen Yulu's disappointed expression, Zhou Yan comforted her. She was indeed doing very well; these were King-ranked powerhouses, not something ordinary people could control.

Yet for so long, there was nothing. The only memories were entirely of her proactively approaching him! His own initiative only ever manifested in bed, during that one matter.

That roar seemed to have exhausted all his strength. The strength that allowed Qian Fancheng to wield the Mo dao as smoothly as flowing clouds now refused to lift it no matter how hard he tried.