Chapter 29: Neither Good Nor Bad

“I knew you’d be up early,” Tiger said, handing her the buns and fried dough sticks. “I bought breakfast, so you don’t need to cook.”
Gu Zhuo sighed helplessly. “I’ve already made porridge.”
“It’s fine, save it for lunch for me and Xiaohua,” Tiger replied, not bothered at all.
Gu Zhuo said no more, taking a meat bun for Yinyin. Yinyin really wanted the fried dough, but Gu Zhuo worried that too much greasy food would upset her stomach, so she didn’t let her have it.
Tiger made a round and was about to leave when Wang Chen started twisting about at her post. The man frowned, his gaze cold as he looked at Wang Chen.
Her pupils contracted violently as she watched him reach out and tear open his collar, revealing a chest covered in bite marks. Those fierce traces… Last night’s memories surged forth; every mark overlapped with the scenes from the night before.
Lu Bu collided head-on with Guan Yu, who was wielding the windmill. No words needed. Guan Ping and Meng Huo had already spent their skills and had nothing explosive left, so they could do nothing against Guan Yu’s immunity. But Lu Bu was different; transformed, wielding the dog chain, Lu Bu with magic immunity was a father-level figure.
On the fourth floor, two walls of a private room had collapsed. Jin Feng saw three men pinned beneath slabs, their faces and bodies bloody, calling weakly for help.
“For a vast family, the death of a prince is hardly a big deal. With the Simba clan’s previous domineering ways, if they wanted to fight or rob, they’d have done it long ago. Why bother with all this?” Another elder stepped forward, expressing his dissent.
Since earlier, she couldn’t get through to that man’s phone. She could only go to the company, but was stopped at the entrance.
After her rush of emotions, she realized the person opposite was far too calm, as if he’d known all along. No, he did know.
One moment he might be flirting with her, the next he could be choking her to death.
“That hurts! Can’t you be a little more gentle?” Snowplay touched her forehead, shooting him a glance, half joking, half annoyed.

Liang Mo’s heart was pounding. Suddenly, he heard wind whistling past his ears, and then his body felt light, as if lost in clouds and mist, completely beyond his control.
Only when he’d found her and held her close, did he allow himself to relax. The fear and trembling finally surfaced.
Seeing the surprise on Liao Sifan’s face, Xu Jiaren’s lips curled into a sneer, and a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.
But no one expected that just as one storm subsided, another arose. On the night Bi Youcheng was released, trouble struck again.
“Could it be… this child’s family is very powerful?” The only possibility Zhuge Xinyue could imagine.
And so, when the director called “cut,” Mr. Chen voiced his dissatisfaction with Wu Yu, and Haoran rushed over to plead for his “buddy.”
“Do you think the guards in the personal regiment will let us take the credit? Everyone’s eyes will be on her then, and this mission will be over before it starts.” Tang Yun grabbed Xueyue’s hand.
Xu Yanyun grew ever bolder, relying on her increasing help to Shen Ruiyuan. In the end, to become the mistress, she killed Shen Qingyun’s mother and was made the legitimate wife.
Normally, when a customer arrives, the shopkeeper should eagerly introduce his products. Yet this shopkeeper didn’t say a word, and from the very first glance, kept sizing up Lin Feng. His scrutiny was no less intense than Lin Feng’s examination of the boxes.
This chase and escape lasted for days, until Lin Chong was cornered at the edge of this world and had to stop.
But now, the Dance in the Clouds in my heart is beyond any price; I gave it my all and chased after it. At the same time, the flood dragon sensed the feverish battle intent and tried to dive into the water. I wouldn’t let it succeed, so I hurled the three-pronged blade, pinning its tail to the well wall.
The black thread sometimes became a sharp spear, sometimes a supple, deadly rope—offense and defense interchanging. Yu Fan couldn’t get close, and instead, Alice repeatedly exploited his openings, landing several hits, blood welling on his arms and thighs.
“Since Zhao Xiwen says you’re her brother now, and you know my relationship with Zhao Xiwen, her brother is my brother too. But I still have to ask you: do you want to join the Tao Alliance?” Feng Haoran exhaled smoke as he spoke, his words brimming with dominance.

His moves weren’t as chaotic as a street brawler’s; it looked like he’d truly trained.
With this level of strength and presence, he was almost bullying others.
“So this is what they call turning danger into safety?” I mocked myself, then walked over to the lifeless man on the ground. I wanted to check if he could be saved, but as I drew closer, I saw his entire chest had been split open.
With no appetite, Xiao Shanhe ate only half a bowl of plain porridge, took two cold pills from home, and went straight to bed.
Those who haven’t reached the Grandmaster realm can hardly sense the air’s condensed energy. To win without fighting is real, just like the young doctor before me, now facing in his mind one medical ghost after another from his mistakes.
Had he foreseen this, he would have gladly closed up for ten days, doing no business.
Originally, they planned to spend heavily hiring priests from the Temple of Wonders, but Wuchen, upon hearing, took the lead and invited an elderly master known as “One Embrace.”
They arrived in Haoyue Kingdom in just two days, and as soon as they reached any sign of habitation, Xuan Ye would vanish without a trace.
Eventually, Wang Yu couldn’t hold out. His energy drained like water, his mental strength nearing depletion. The headache from overuse tormented him ceaselessly.
Outside the inn, the owner quietly picked up a red shard from the ground, played with it in his palm for a while, then clamped it between his fingers and aimed it at the distant Tianye.