Chapter 51: Bus 404 (End)

So they had died long ago—died in the tragic accident at the amusement park.

With a sudden sense of foreboding, everyone turned around, gazing far into the distance at the raging tongues of fire licking the sky.

"What is that?"

Jiang Sinsheng's voice trembled slightly, laden with undisguised fear.

Not far from them, two majestic stone statues, standing as tall as three stories, loomed silently before the wooden bridge.

One statue wore a fierce and menacing expression, while the other seemed to both cry and smile.

The players...

Yirui and Yinzhen had been waiting for a long time at the Yunyan Pavilion. Three quarters past the hour of Zi had already passed, yet still no one had arrived. Burning with anxiety and fearing that Ningqiu might have met with misfortune, Yirui could not sit still.

That sleep was sweet and profound. When I woke up, it was already noon. Ren Qinzhang had not gone to the archive room; instead, he sat before the computer, gazing at the screen.

Due to limited space, the first five classes remained in place to practice endurance, while the latter five classes went to another training ground to learn rock climbing.

Given her personality, she ought to have gone out to make her own way, yet unexpectedly, she chose to stay at 3K. This truly exceeded Yu Jingyan's imagination.

Yilin still wiped her tears with her sleeve, hugging Hongyun and saying with a bitter expression, "If your concubine did not act this way, how would my lord have come in person?" Though her expression was sorrowful, her words were dripping with flirtatious charm.

I did not take this matter to heart, but Ren Qinzhang remembered it. Afterward, this became the breakthrough our enemies used to plot against us.

With Northern Monarch's meager strength, how could he possibly influence her to such an extent? Could it be that his love for her surpassed the mightiest powers in the world? Even in death, did he still exert an indelible influence upon her?

Luo Yi felt the heat of her palm, which was almost scorching enough to burn his hand. Observing her flushed face, glowing like rosy clouds and stained with rouge, Luo Yi involuntarily tightened his sword-like brows slightly, reached out, and tested the temperature of her forehead with the back of his hand.

Yet, they had only recently professed their love to one another—why, in the blink of an eye, were they doubting each other's affection? Was it because love itself was too fragile, or because everything he had previously said to her was merely sweet-talking falsehoods?

The boy could not speak, but he still forced himself to look at me. He must have sensed that I was the only one here who would save him. I had no desire to save him; anyone capable of harming Ren Qinzhang was not worth saving. I simply did not want Ren Qinzhang to continue down the wrong path.

Amidst such chaos, the few who were already injured or weak were left behind within the enemy team and instantly surrounded.

Once all the dishes were served and everyone gathered around the table, they had deliberately left an empty seat next to Ji Mingmei for Ji Anzhi.

After arriving, Mo Wen looked over this area from afar. Unwilling to waste time triggering a conflict with the Yaoguang Sacred Land, he directly channeled his escaping technique from a distance and sank silently into the earth.

"Auntie, this soup you made is truly so fresh and delicious." Bai Qingqing's eyes sparkled with delight.

Seeing the teacher arrive, the children quieted down of their own accord, though a few faint murmurs of conversation still lingered.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu was somewhat surprised instead. Previously, had Senior Brother Zhang known he harbored such thoughts, he undoubtedly would have been furious and tried to stop him.

Yet the momentum displayed in the brief instant of that strike far exceeded the scope of ordinary martial arts. Its imposing aura was as lofty as a mountain, seemingly even surpassing that of a Grandmaster.

Coincidentally, that creature Mai Ling also came wriggling its roots, climbing over the slope in front of the courtyard and heading this way.

She had not yet given up; how could he make decisions on her behalf? Besides, this was a tribulation she had to endure—one that sooner or later she would have to face.

Looking at the two plates of food on his own side, and then at Bai Qingqing's three or four plates, Lin Jiuge was momentarily left somewhat speechless.

Tokyo had the most high schools and the most intense competition. According to Teacher Morishita, one hundred and one schools had registered for the tournament in Tokyo this year, whereas other prefectures averaged around forty-five participating schools.

Expecting no such thing, Kimura and Zhishu took the initiative to call. Although exhausted, Murano Xingxia quickly roused his spirits.

Taking advantage of the brawl between the two bot-lane duos, the Tryndamere was having a great time in the mid lane, devouring two tower plating layers alone, which greatly relieved his economic pressure. Meanwhile, the enemy Camile, arriving belatedly upon seeing that the bot-lane fight had concluded, simply went and took down the Cloud Drake.

After all, though the Jinwu clan possessed exquisite artifact-crafting techniques, they lacked the abundance of precious ores that Lin Yuan owned. Consequently, the spiritual artifacts forged by their clan were not only limited in quantity but also inferior in quality to those forged by Lin Yuan.

The entire martial arena echoed with the shouts and roars of the crowd. Among them, aside from those cheering for the young man, some were actually cheering for the giant grey wolf—though whether the wolf could understand their howling remained a mystery.

Baili Zhan, who had been attentively eating nearby, glanced at the situation out of the corner of his eye and inwardly muttered that calling her "cousin" indeed felt much more appropriate.

Lin Feng nodded to indicate he understood the situation on the ground, and with a calm expression, he glanced at the others and spoke.

At this moment, not only did Ouyang Luo and Song Lian wear heavy expressions, but all the other guests were likewise lost in thought.

Only when I clearly saw Erkun's movements did I realize it wasn't that this fellow lacked ability; rather, I had misunderstood all along.

Shu Qing's heart skipped a beat, her breathing not missing even half a fraction of a second. Others might not be able to discern the nuances of his expression, but she understood.

"How can that be? That treasure map is utterly worthless, and this jade piece doesn't look particularly special either. Our Lei family has no shortage of such gold and jewels," Lei Long said.

A cold flash of brilliance indifferently swept through his pitch-black eyes, and the corners of his lips curved upward a fraction more. If it were her, the consequences she faced would surely be far more disastrous than they were now.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu laughed, looking very pleased. "Fully refined?" Bixu asked with a smile.

"Who's chatting idly with you? It's only dawn here, I won't miss a thing. Besides, I'm asking you about a matter of the utmost seriousness. Have you finished listening to my song or not?" Xu Ran was practically shouting.

When she walked alone away from the desolate and deserted Yun family home, the sun was sinking and the spring blossoms drooping along both banks seemed to wither in an instant—leaving her feeling only that the spring breeze remained bitterly cold.

"Gero has already reached the peak of the eighth rank, just a thin membrane away from the ninth rank. Using that eighth-rank demonic pet any longer would simply be inappropriate!" Nuo Er said with a faint smile.

"Sect Master, what is the meaning of this?" Although Liu Conglin was no longer the Sect Master, everyone was still accustomed to calling him by that title.