Chapter 36: Nebula Bear

When the group arrived at the location the disciple had described, they found rows of messy footprints on the ground, both large and small, clearly disordered.

Upon seeing this, Wang Lin’s expression darkened instantly. Disaster!

The large footprints clearly indicated the mother bear had returned, and as for the cub! Damn it, it had likely already been taken by Ye Chen.

Yuwen Yue examined the tracks on the ground, his heart sinking. The disciples arriving from afar looked at one another, even Chu Zhiyong...

Hypocrisy—in truth, who among them didn’t harbor a burning desire to rush forward and beat the other to a pulp? It was just that, for the moment, no one dared to make it explicit.

"Haha! Alright! Since you called me brother Weiwei, I’ll grant you a favor! Follow me!" With that, Weiwei walked toward a table.

Zhao Zixian did not exert any force; his hand was neither pushed down by the muscular man nor pressing down on the man’s hand. It remained perfectly upright on the table.

I have searched the entire spaceship, yet I found nothing—not a single clue. This is too bizarre. Is there really no trace at all? What kind of people are these, to be so ruthless and decisive in their methods?

Consequently, they had to simplify the proceedings, inviting only close relatives and prominent figures from the business and political circles to hold a banquet at Yu Li’s residence to celebrate.

How could it be me? Since when did I become Zuo Shishi’s boyfriend? I stared at Zuo Shishi in disbelief, and at that moment, she slowly leaned toward me.

Of course, DeGulas would not know what they were thinking, nor did he have the time or inclination to care.

Forde looked at his father with confusion; perhaps he would never be able to see through what was hidden beneath that seemingly immutable mask of sorrow.

Now, what was there left to dwell upon? She had done what she needed to do, and the vengeance she sought had been exacted.

"Sir, you must exchange for at least one hundred chips here." A young man in a black suit approached; he appeared to be the floor manager.

Cai Nianlan smiled faintly and picked up a wet wipe from the side to dab the corner of Zhuo Wannian’s mouth. "Look at you, there’s tea leaf stuck to your lip. Sigh, you’re getting old and confused." She ignored Zhuo Ling entirely.

Because they were traveling by private jet, their route was incredibly flexible, allowing them to perform actions that would be impossible for ordinary people.

When he had come out earlier, he had scanned his surroundings and seen nothing that had been damaged.

For the sake of his own safety, Ning Nan decisively avoided Beicheng. Whenever he had time, he returned to Jiangcheng and firmly refused to meet with Xu Xiao. Don't be ridiculous; he wasn't stupid enough to deliver himself to his own beating.

Duan Mo deeply resented that Yuchi Qiu had been tainted by Zeng Sheng; even a single kiss made him feel as uncomfortable as if a piece of flesh had been sliced from his body.

"Forget it, perhaps this is my fate..." He had hoped to find something, but in the end, he had come up empty-handed.

He knew Liao Qingmei’s circumstances were likely quite good—it was evident from her attire and temperament—but he hadn’t expected her to be well-off enough to order meat dishes in the cafeteria.

But to say that three of them appeared all at once, and together at that—they found it somewhat absurd.

"Duan Mo! The President of the Hong Kong Chamber of Commerce! Surely this young master has heard of him?" Duan Qingfu raised her voice triumphantly.

Jiang Jingcheng covered his eyes, in such agony that he couldn't think, but the inexplicable flames of desire finally receded, and his reason returned. He tried several times to open his eyes, but the pain was unbearable; even when he managed to force them open, all he saw was a gray haze. Unable to see anything, he was forced to close them again.

"Noble one, I am truly honored to be able to attend this morning meeting!" the representative from the upper echelons of Wolf Sand Castle said, clearly delighted.

Coincidentally, the end of the ten-day period was tomorrow, a day of rest. Jiang Anyi announced that they would go to Mingpu Temple to offer incense the next day, and the whole table rejoiced. Fan Qiaoshi wanted to pray for her husband’s blessing, Dong’er wanted to pray for a child, and Shitou and Fan Zhichang cheered with joy.

However, Xie Jingchang was furious. Although he was often scolded by his uncle at home, he had never been pointed at and berated so bluntly. What made him even more indignant was that he truly had no retort for Lu Zhen’s words; after all, the man was an official, and what he said made sense.

Chen Lin couldn't help but shift his gaze to Su Ruyin’s short, tight shorts. Su Ruyin met his gaze, but said nothing.

Ilona was just about to nod when Zetter gripped her arm. The pain made Ilona grit her teeth so hard that she bit through the barrel of the poor Colt, causing all the internal components to pop out.

"Now, let’s begin the first lesson—take this dagger from my hand." Shuiwuyue Shuyue lifted a finger, and the environment transformed into an endless snowfield.

With the affairs of the hall settled, Du Yuan placed his hand in Ming Hui’s, and they gripped each other tightly. In this life, after the dust of the world, after the separation, they would never be apart again.

Muzi Yun let go of all his strength and lay down comfortably. The wind blew over them, and though they felt the chill, they fell into a deep sleep, exhausted yet filled with a sense of satisfied happiness. Beneath them lay the endless, long street where countless souls wandered, immersed in their own dreams.

Du Yuan saw that Zhou Mao, Chai You, and Wan Xieren did not seem to be lying, and added softly, "As the saying goes, the sea of bitterness is boundless, but a turn of the head is the shore. I hope the three of you will forgive my presumption." As he spoke, he bowed, and his seventh sister followed suit, offering the three of them a gesture of farewell.

Naturally, some gods and demons who did not wish to participate in the war left this place of trouble. It was a scene of constant movement—gods arriving and demons departing—a truly bustling sight. These various gods and demons would clash at the slightest disagreement, leaving the vast East Sea shrouded in blood and storms day after day.

Paro struggled hard to command his body to move, but he felt nothing at all. Aside from sensing his strength rapidly draining away, he truly felt nothing.

She was lifted up. Held by a pair of strong hands, she was supported as if she were a mere feather, seemingly without any effort. She caught the faint scent of gardenias on him.

The Bai Causeway was always crowded with tourists. On this day, however, two young women walked from afar—one in a white dress, the other in green robes. Both had delicate brows and plain faces, yet were of such breathtaking beauty that they were beyond compare.

Before entering the projection room, Fang Buhei followed behind Director Richie and saw several very famous directors, some of whom he liked, and others he quite despised.

Now that Guang Chengzi and his companion had entered Zhaoge, they could not simply storm the imperial palace. Although those guards were nothing and could not stop them, there were laws of the land and rules for immortals. Since they had arrived in the world of mortals, they had to follow the rules of mortals.