Chapter 30: What a Coincidence

The advantage of being assigned the upper bunk was clear; if it had been the lower bunk, with people constantly coming and going, someone would surely come and sit down. On the upper bunk, this annoyance was avoided. However, the drawback was its location in the middle section, where noise was inevitable—had it been at either end, it would have been quieter.

Outside the sleeper bunks was the passageway, and alongside the train windows ran a row of seats.

One shouldn’t think this environment poor—it all depends on what you compare it to. Certainly, compared to the sleeper carriages of trains in later generations, it couldn’t measure up. But if you compared it to—

“Actually, anyone who encounters a traitor to the Guardian Family may punish them. That’s the way of this world. But you…” Ximen Wan’er regarded Long Ling for a moment, hesitant.

Xu Fei asked curiously, “Qianqian, what’s wrong? Why are you walking like that? Did you fall?”

“Out with it, you rascal. Bai Xue went to work today, so you won’t need to make up any excuses about business. This morning, you’d better explain to us about Wang Qiong,” Xu Fei said with a half-smile.

“I’m fine, thank you. I heard everything you and the others said—thank you!” Long Ling replied gratefully.

At this time, the beggars’ area was nearly as crowded as the flag-planting area, and the various shouts amused Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai pressed W all the way, waiting for the Cloud Step skill to cool down and then using it again, barely managing to keep up with them.

Listening to Jiang Bai’s tearful hiccups as he finished speaking, Lu Ling suddenly felt a pang of sadness, yet said nothing.

“I’m searching for my memories. And you?” Jia Yue looked at this person, ragged and downcast, yet unable to hide the aura of a true immortal—disheveled but still like a sage above worldly affairs.

The freed peasant sings a new song; Aunt Liu finally had status at home. Her husband, who used to complain about being tired every day, no longer dared to lose his temper. Now, after work, not only did he cook and pick up the child, he also cared for Aunt Liu—if she so much as sneezed, he wouldn’t sleep all night.

Jiang Bai listened to these scattered remarks, feeling awkward and wishing he could turn around and shout, “There’s nothing between Luo Heng and me!” Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

To Luo Tianya, it was clearly a gesture made in a fit of pique, but in Luo Chenxi’s eyes, it possessed a certain charm.

“Alright then, since you say so, I won’t pursue what happened that night between us. I’ve come to see you for treatment; you treat me, and then we’ll be even. Is that acceptable to you?” Tang Jiali said.

Upon the tree trunk was the silhouette of the barbarian crossing over, but at this moment, two pairs of eyes were fixed on the direction they were heading.

More than two years ago, Ling Xiao had conquered the “Ghost Burn” virus in Red Mist Ravine, but that feat had required almost a month and a fair bit of luck. This new virus was even fiercer—within a mere twenty minutes it could kill a person. Thus, the difficulty and danger of overcoming it were easy to imagine.

Hao Nan took a deep breath, scarcely believing that the oppressive temple he’d once felt existed actually did. Even thinking about it filled his heart with dread.

The Emperor of the Underworld was willing to endure this endless waiting, unknown when it would end. If not for the vexing wildfire of the Ji Rui Mountains, even though the wait was long and cold, he could have faced it calmly.

After their intimacy, she truly felt exhausted and sleepy, her stomach especially hungry—she hurried home to eat something and get some rest.

At this moment, Hao Nan floated in this vast dark space, his gaze unwaveringly fixed upon the origin of the bright scarlet light before him.

Searching for the Fallen Angel’s Heart was a near-certain death; that was why he hadn’t wanted to take Tonilo out before.

The figure appearing before the crowd was none other than Tiger Xiu, who had previously been knocked aside by the young man’s fist. Yet now, Tiger Xiu’s hair was wild, his clothes torn in places, one arm hanging limply, with clear traces of blood flowing from above.

Young Master Zhang San was obstinate, refusing all advice. He assembled his troops and marched swiftly toward the Sea Sand Gang.