Chapter 95: Huo Yunyi

“It’s all right. I’m old; I’m afraid of the cold, not the heat,” said Aunt Yao in her slow, mild way.

Gu Zhuo frowned and stepped forward to help her inside to sit down.

“Have you still been coughing badly lately?” she asked as she poured water.

“Same as always.” Aunt Yao took the cup and drank slowly, unhurriedly.

Gu Zhuo lowered her lashes slightly and said, “This time I managed to get hold of some special medicinal ingredients outside. I’m going to mix you a new prescription and see whether it helps.”

In any case, today she had to get the money from Qian Mimi no matter what, send away those who had come to collect the gambling debts, and afterward keep Second Son and his wife busy working in the fields every single day. As for everything else—fame, prospects, whatever else—she might as well stop hoping for it. No matter how much she might pity Second Son, she could not cut off her own path to support in old age.

Even more, Xue was actually ahead of Wang Yong in some respects, though after all they were moving in different directions.

Beside Zhang Huie also sat a young man in a camouflage short-sleeved shirt. Judging from his knotted muscles and bronze skin, he looked as though he were in the army.

When he made his move, his speed exceeded the maximum frame rate the scouts’ eyes could catch. By the time everyone saw clearly, Ji Yun’s hand had already closed around the instructor’s fist, and then, while the instructor was still momentarily dazed, he gave it a light twist.

The year 2014 was one in which domestic variety shows shone brilliantly, and also the year when Mango TV and Zhejiang TV fought the fiercest battle.

After searching an area about two meters above the ground, the two found a raised bulge, a three-dimensional rectangle, with the grass covering the object inside as tightly as a blanket.

But what kind of excuse could she possibly use to brush it off? Her true purpose, of course, could not be revealed to them.

“At last, it’s succeeded. I hope everyone will keep working hard and strive to develop a stronger, better version of the gold-devouring insect.” Yang Siqi also let out a breath of relief. Although this kind of gold-devouring insect could only produce iron granules, it was still a success after all.

Bai Luo glanced at it and felt that it should be a magic crystal item, though she had no idea what rank it was.

Bai Luo felt that her own mother would not lie to her, but what if her mother herself did not know? After all, she had fainted.

“Brother Qu Yan, you’re really overthinking it. I wasn’t thinking anything at all.” Yu Chuchu denied it desperately, not wanting to add any more burden to Qu Yan.

Qi Chisu placed her two front paws on the stool legs, with her other legs braced against the ground, and used that posture to slowly push the stool along.

I would not dare claim that what I have written is so good, so valuable, or so deserving of those five cents. I only hope that my labor may receive the greatest respect.

At the memorial service, Li Yao, who had just returned from abroad, was there; Shen Muqian’s friends Liao Fan, Chen Hong, and Tang Lin all came as well; and Lu Ping’an came too.

Lu Yu closed his eyes and began quietly to feel the abundant laws of space and time here. This universe was like the primordial cosmos at the very beginning of creation, with all the laws still in a chaotic, forming state, making it easy to comprehend them.

A faint ache spread through the very tip of her heart. It was only a trace, slight and not obvious, yet it still pressed against her chest, leaving her in waves of discomfort.

He came over, glancing at me with a frown, and reached out to take the backpack from my shoulder.

“You got it out of her?” Yu Chuchu asked in disbelief, her heart involuntarily tightening. For the first time, she felt the truth so close, right before her eyes, so close that she almost did not dare to touch it.

The old man suddenly said he was hungry, so I went and warmed the soup up a little, and the two of us sat down and had some.

“What else do you have to instruct, Miss Gong?” Mingyue set the staff down on the ground. It was such a simple movement, yet it still made Gong Yuer unable to help taking a step back, as though the staff would strike her in the very next moment.

She had not expected He Fatty to be so frank, telling her everything without the slightest attempt to hide it. That suddenly made Jiang Xuejuan blame herself. Did she not know what kind of man he was? How had she even come to feel guilty in front of him?