47 "A Tiny Bit of Bad Luck"

"Carpie, are you full?" Lu Baozhen's childish voice resonated through the quiet "newlywed" room.

On the mud-brick wall was pasted a bright red double-happiness character, and the bed was remarkably red, draped with a quilt embroidered with dragons and phoenixes symbolizing auspicious harmony. The quilt looked as though it had been used many times over, marked here and there with patches.

The little girl sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing two small braids and a bright red tunic.

She was talking to her own hands.

"Not yet," the black carp replied, its voice also that of a child, sounding like a five or six-year-old, except...

It was said that the Scorpio Seven-Color Hall occupied a large majority of that territory, and many prominent entertainment clubs, bars, and bathhouses in Shenyang City fell within their domain.

I watched as An Gaolei paused for a moment, just as he was about to continue walking away. I felt this boded ill for Shen Linfeng, because An Gaolei was no ordinary person; even if one had no intention of forging a friendly bond, it was unwise to turn him into an enemy.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to get mixed up in this matter?" Not seeing me for a single minute had bred a trace of longing in Shen Linfeng, and the moment he laid eyes on me, that longing melted away his anger—I could feel it.

I took a deep drag of my cigarette, sitting alone on the sofa, my mind entirely occupied by the photograph I had just seen.

Not for any other reason, but simply because Fan Dalong had treated me well and rescued me from that dark, lightless, and terrifying past. I was grateful to him and regarded him as a friend, which was why I was willing to treat him well in return.

Hearing Ye Rong's words and observing her appearance at that moment, I could not help but freeze in astonishment. For some reason, looking at Ye Rong then, I had a lingering sense that she felt somewhat strange—a bit different from before.

"Big brother, are you alright?" Guiming's gaze landed on the two of them, scanning them up and down, shifting back and forth in endless anxiety, terrified that they might be missing an arm or a leg.

Playing hard to get, he deliberately denied me the chance to board the vehicle, drove away instead, and invited several new trainees to get in.

In the end, what lay before me was a gorge only a meter wide, flanked by towering mountains on both sides. Having no other choice, I plunged headfirst into it.

I knew this young woman was certainly not heading the same way as me, but was deliberately trailing me instead. It seemed this girl was determined to see things through to the bitter end with me.

"Then I thank the station chief." Chen Heng bowed to the station chief, snatched the A4 sheet of paper from his hand, and sprinted toward home.

This was a man who looked to be in his late fifties, dressed in a light blue Tang suit. Though he appeared quite lean, he radiated vigor.

"Hehe, Zhou Feiyang, who went to Cairo to heal his injuries, is going to have his hands full now. I must notify him immediately," Wang Ting said with a smile.

Everyone could tell that Xin Xing's emotional state was still somewhat unsettled, so they could only file out one after another.

Su Qing was somewhat bewildered. He was merely protecting his master's safety; why had he suddenly been cursed out instead?

"Immortal Fox, what is wrong with you?" Jin asked, looking with a strange expression at Chen Heng, whose eyes were bloodshot and who kept swallowing hard.

"I... I'm going out for a stroll." Yi needed to get some fresh air; staying cooped up in the accelerated growth space any longer would drive him to mold.

The mere memory of it filled him with malice. Feng Chuan felt a lump in his throat, suddenly overcome by an intense sense of dizziness.

If Yang Yun were to state it herself, wouldn't that be equivalent to telling Wu Zedong that she truly was Yang Jie's older sister?

Seeing that Wang Yuetian seemed utterly clueless about the Chasing Wind Water Spirit Beast, the senior monk felt a trace of disappointment, yet paradoxically, a greater sense of reassurance.

Left monarch Lin restrained the turmoil within his heart; truly, iron shoes were worn out in vain searching, for he had actually found it.

"It's already very late. Come up and sleep." Cang'er shifted toward the inner side of the bed and lifted the blanket.

Yet, Lei Rui did not even spare him a glance, turning directly to walk toward a nearby car.

Were those truly the words spoken by Hisanori? When the gatekeeper recounted the conversation between the third generation and Hisanori, his expression grew heavy as well.

They seemed to have forgotten that Linglong was someone afraid of ghosts, so at this moment, the girl was undoubtedly imagining whether there might be something unclean lurking about.

He harbored no illusion that the family's affection would magically return to the state it was in when his father was alive, or before Mother Gu went to the Li family.

"Southwest, from now on Third Uncle and I are your family. We will protect you," Lu Xia said, hugging her tightly.

"Shh, shh, shh, Xu Zhongkang, you blockhead, are you trying to make sure the people inside hear you?" Seeing Xu Chu acting rashly, Liu Tianhao hastily planted a kick on him, and Xu Chu obediently fell silent.

Qinmu let out an involuntary, soft laugh. As she picked up her chopsticks to eat, she suddenly recalled Mu Yichen's visit the night before, and her gaze shifted slightly.

To avoid drawing attention, she changed into another hotel attendant uniform, washed her face anew, put on noise-canceling earplugs, and faced the mirror.

The academy was organizing another trial excursion. This time, nearly two hundred students from three classes would travel together, led by Shui Wuyou, a senior instructor of the Yellow Class.

Unnoticeably, the existence of the Seven Passions Lotus had deeply rooted itself in people's hearts, continuously growing by absorbing the sincere blessings of people across the world. Seizing the opportunity, the Immortal Alliance rallied various factions, stabilized public sentiment, and gradually rebuilt its own prestige.

"I never lost when I was a Super Manager, but in competitions with other hosts, I lost once, and that is why my journey stopped at Super Game Director." When speaking of his failure, Zhuang Yan remained entirely calm. It seemed that, just as he claimed, very few things could still cause ripples in his heart.

The Spirit Alliance and various major factions shared an intricate and complex relationship—both deeply intimate and mutually wary. Although the Alliance was spearheaded and established by these major factions, after tens of thousands of years of development, it had cultivated numerous cultivators whose loyalties lay entirely within the Alliance. Even the top three supreme powers could not hope to make the Spirit Alliance completely dance to their tune.