Chapter 084: Wen Ni Looks Exactly the Same as She Did in Childhood

Ximen carefully observed Wen Ni on the computer screen and remarked, “Looking at her like this, Wen Ni hasn't changed much since childhood—she just grew in proportion.”

Zhou Jingyi’s hand, holding the tea cup, paused ever so slightly.

Ximen smiled. “Most of us are somewhat different from when we were kids, but Wen Ni really hasn’t changed at all!”

A flicker of unknown emotion flashed across Zhou Jingyi’s eyes, swift as a passing shadow.

Ximen continued his live commentary for Zhou Jingyi. “She’s signed it. It’s over.”

Zhou Jingyi languidly set his tea cup down. “Let’s go.”

If you want it, take it, but whether you can hold onto it until the end is hard to say. Tang Beibei certainly won’t hand it over so easily.

His memory drifted far away, immersing itself in the years more than a decade past, when he was still a wandering swordsman in a world apart—a hero with jade at his side, traveling by horse through flowers, drifting from place to place, homeless and rootless. All he possessed then was a longing for love, a curiosity about the world, a passion for music, and a heart brimming with hot-blooded vigor.

“Is it really that obvious?” Ning Zetao yawned, a tear glimmering at the corner of his eye.

“Good luck is just good luck, why call it dumb luck?” Vice Captain Liu Xiaojun teased.

The martial arts practiced by the Bitter Morning Sect were originally a profound branch of ancient immortals’ magic, known as ‘Blood and Flesh Manipulation.’ If trained superficially, it merely altered one’s limbs and features, reversed the flow of blood and flesh. But if mastered to the highest realm, it could commune with otherworldly demons, borrow their bodies and powers, while preserving one’s own soul intact.

Night had now fallen. The stars in the sky shone like diamonds, the Milky Way drifted like a dream. Pan Yan followed the method for seeking the Gate of Heaven, gazed up at the stars, and saw that the Purple Palace and Baode constellations had changed, no longer matching the description—the Gate of Heaven had surely lost its effect.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this!” The Grand Druid’s face involuntarily showed a hint of anger.

Fish is what I desire; bear’s paw is what I desire as well. But if I cannot have both, I must give up the fish and take the bear’s paw.

A powerful current surged instantly from Harut’s arm into Wos’s body, making him stiffen abruptly.

But before Third Master could even catch his breath, another force transformed into wish power and the evil of this world, flowing into the Holy Grail! This… this is Qin Shi Huang! He has already killed Nero! And judging by his state, he doesn’t seem to have suffered much loss?

Whether it was the reputation of the First Consortium that was so intimidating, or the rotund body that seemed to fear the heat, the department chair’s forehead was constantly beaded with sweat.

He directed the giant to scoop handfuls of lakebed mud onto the gravel shore; the foul-smelling muck teemed with bizarre creatures that scrambled and slithered back into the river, shrieking in terror as the pile of ‘mud mountain’ grew ever higher.

Deep within the forest, there were people coming and going with extraordinary agility. If one looked closely, they would recognize them as the Shan Yue tribe. They held weapons in their hands—these were given to them by Wang Lang’s men.

Yuan Ziyi gazed at the backs of Dan Jun and her companions, knowing that Ililian spoke the truth. Yet she felt a pang of resentment—why was she still so weak?

If someone were to look down from above at that moment, they would see that, centered on Wang Min’s position, the ground of the square formation had been plowed into a fan-shaped crack.

Although Xue Rengui sensed a powerful force at that instant, he was no pushover. The strength in his hands was unmatched in the world. Even with three opponents united, he was not afraid in the slightest.

Though his whole body wasn’t yet free to move, his tongue and mouth muscles seemed less stiff than before.

He felt a certain envy for people of ordinary birth, able to stroll through lively streets under a tranquil night sky, feeling no sorrow for even a moment. Ji Gang soon shared with Xiahou Wei all the discoveries he’d made in these recent days.

Realizing time was short, the old man gripped his Frost Lance tightly and rushed toward the immovable King Lin.

Besides the merchants’ ships, there was another vessel flying the ‘Trade’ banner, with scarcely any deck. Its upper level was the trading space, where goods could be sold to those in need. Generally, the price was higher than selling directly to the merchants, but it took more time.