Chapter 52: Sleeping in Each Other’s Arms
She still knew how to make noodles; she’d learned in middle school, taught by her mother. Back then, she often did it herself, but after she moved to the Southern City, she never made them again.
“Eat.”
Xu Yancheng was a bit hungry now; he quickly finished a bowl of noodles. As for Lin Lu, she only ate half a bowl, and the rest was left for Xu Yancheng to take care of.
Lin Lu arrived...
The Grand Celestial Assembly is the highest ritual in Daoism, akin to a festival—a gathering of utmost importance. But holding competitions and selections like this was unprecedented.
Luo Chen shook his head, letting his thoughts drift away. He sipped his tea in silence, listened to the music, and “watched” as fragments of the world slowly fused together.
These two, armed with a pile of fake IDs, weren’t killers hired by Kingpin; they were agents sent by Hydra.
The two then completed their seat exchange. At that moment, a magic show was underway on stage. Few noticed the swap, but his sister was certainly one of them.
Thinking of the information she had first received—the scales of fate contaminated by some unknown entity—Ai Lin doubted that, no matter how she spun the Fate Compass, what she gained would surpass the Diviner’s potion now in her hands.
She wore a black skirt, heavy makeup, her whole being reeking of cigarettes and alcohol, with several visible bruises on her neck.
Once the sole core of the multiverse, it now resided in the sixth-dimensional multiverse, making the sixth dimension a naturally stable, perfect new multiverse.
In the eyes of the male face atop that grotesque, sickening body, a flash of disbelief seemed to flicker.
To all nations, the once unremarkable world had suddenly birthed a fantastic dream game, making it impossible not to connect it with the Grand Celestial Assembly’s “transmigrator quota.”
The production team appeared nearby, their earlier doubts dispelled as soon as the aroma drifting on the breeze reached them.
As she spoke, Ying Xiaoyue suddenly released the seven poisoned needles she held in her palm. Strangely, instead of targeting the white-bearded old man, six needles flew at Yi Xiaoyin and Xia Tian, and the last at Yin Wuyu.
The spotlight hit Fu Xi. In high spirits, Fu Xi held up a sign: “The once-slim princess, Fu Xi.”
After a few failed job attempts, he stumbled upon the world of swindlers. To his surprise, he’d thrived for years, cheating people out of money and affection, and now had a flourishing reputation in the capital.
Qin Jiu could sense the thin spiritual energy around him. He had assumed cultivation would be difficult, but not impossible.
Su Menghan decided to spend the night in Linhai City. Besides, her fondness for Linhai had grown considerably.
Wei Zifang watched all this with a frown. He found it childish, even somewhat attention-seeking.
In fact, ever since the last palace banquet, the Princess of Wu had been moved by Jun Yu’s appearance, and later, by the charm he exuded in every gesture. She had been smitten with him ever since. Most importantly, the power of Jun’s country was overwhelmingly strong, which was Wu’s greatest temptation.
Liu Yuexi had been in high spirits lately—so much so that even Liu Yueqing, who’d never gotten along with her, noticed the change.
Chu Feng ignored the others. It turned out today was his birthday, but after endless slaughter and torment in the abyss, he’d long since forgotten.
The lights came up again, and the music began. Ye Kaicheng and Xu Shiyun started the first dance, and gradually, others joined them on the floor.
“Never mind. My sister seems to really like Lu Heng, so let them try dating for a while. Lu Heng is with you every day, so keep an eye on him. If he dares to do anything to hurt my sister, you teach him a lesson,” Xu Zuoyan said seriously, wrapping his arms around Ye Kaicheng’s waist as he spoke.