Chapter 75: The Lustful Director Wu

Ye Feng gazed at Bai Yi’s shy expression, his heart brimming with affection. He let her tiny fists thump against his chest, feeling neither pain nor itch. “You’re always like this. No matter what happens, you always act as if it’s nothing,” Bai Yi’s tone softened, her eyes fixed on Ye Feng, her cheeks flushed pink. “It’s fine, I can handle it!” Ye Feng answered again with that same breezy confidence.

Seeing everyone’s astonished faces, Wang Lin shook her head and said no more. The program sending educated youth to the countryside was meant to aid national development; if she spoke too much, it might dampen their spirits.

The government had made its stance clear: it would not interfere with the comings and goings of those in the villa, and would absolutely not force Lin Xiaoran back into research.

Lei Wujie’s fire-forging technique had made a breakthrough! At this moment, his eyes were fierce, his inner energy turbulent and vast, his entire being brimming with power.

Zhan Yitian was in a frantic state, constantly switching between surveillance feeds, but just managed to keep up with the action, not missing any of these splendid scenes.

They were nomads, spending their lives chasing water and grass, migrating with the wind. For them, home was nothing more than a tent and a bonfire beneath the stars—never fixed, always moving.

“What’s she doing lying there?” An Ning still hadn’t let go of the male doctor’s hand, simply staring at him, waiting for a clear answer.

“Haha, you flatter me, Sword Immortal—my skills are only so-so,” Jun Wuya replied with a laugh, sitting cross-legged on the open ground.

Before their eyes, something furry clung to the gray cave walls. The creatures crowded the entire cavern, making it seem as if the stone itself had grown a layer of gray mold.

Li Si, at least, could handle it. Having seen anti-aircraft guns roaring skyward with his own eyes, he was no stranger to grand spectacles. He managed to stay composed, though a twitch tugged at the corner of his eye.

“Please!” A smile appeared on Ye Kangzhou’s face as he gestured politely ahead.

“What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Or is that evil spirit acting up again?” Chu Hui dismounted and boarded the carriage.

Jiang Haoran kept wondering: when he had crossed mountains and rivers, passed through day and night, and after a long journey finally stood before the crystal, would she be able to feel his heartbeat?

“Can’t your son ever share your burdens, Father?” Chu Jinhui asked sadly. In his father’s eyes, he was always the weakling entangled in love. Though the emperor was aged and frail, he still refused to grant him the reins of state.

And then he heard Lu Huanong ask, “Yun Yi, where are you and what are you doing?” Her voice was soft and dreamy, like words spoken in sleep.

“Your son pays respects, Father Emperor. What’s wrong? You look so unwell. Shall I call the imperial physician?” Chu Jinhui knelt and addressed his father.

His Qianqian—he should have guarded her every step, yet she suffered alone for six years.

“Lulu, I had someone prepare a meal for you. Why did you come here? Aren’t you hungry…” Yun Yi called out loudly as he strode toward Lu Huanong.

Yet as Ye Nuan was lost in thought, a sudden force pulled her back, pressing her against the wall and shattering her train of thought.

Why had it never occurred to her? Why had she never realized that everything Yun Yi had done was for her sake?

Even the thing below had stopped. The grass around the smiling face swayed gently in the wind, but the grass within the smile remained utterly still, not the slightest bit out of place, so life-like and realistic—a huge smiling face spread across the meadow, the corners of its mouth curled in a strange, eerie grin.

He was an awakened one of the superhuman class, and not just any, but a senior of the highest rank. Whether in speed or strength, he was a dozen times stronger than others of his level.

After the soldier finished speaking, he spat at the prisoner knocked to the ground, turned, and closed the door behind him as he left.

Wang Zhen stared blankly at the rat crouched at his feet. The urge to kill suddenly struck him as oddly senseless, but it did not change his resolve—he still had to kill.