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I am a lunatic! The pain of mental illness! Only those who have experienced it know what it truly means! Ah, it is indeed so!

At the sound of the horn, the tribal warriors on the hillside immediately tumbled down from above, and from the caves a countless stream of armed men poured forth. The army marched westward; though Zhou Shen was nominally commander, Gao Fei, Cao Cao, and Sun Jian formed their own clique, utterly ignoring him and treating his presence with contempt. This made Zhou Shen furious, though there seemed to be no consequences yet.

Xu Zuoyan stared at Xu Shiyun for a long moment, holding back his anger, then suddenly covered his face, saying, “My tooth hurts. I’m going to the hospital to get it pulled.” He tried to leave, but Xu Shiyun grabbed him and held him fast.

Cursing the doctor inwardly, Xu Zuoyan desperately sought a way to save himself. At last, steeling his resolve, he fixed his gaze on the wound on his arm.

“Well then… I take my leave!” Gao Fei wanted to say that he didn’t need Lu Zhi’s recommendation to become governor; with wisdom surpassing a millennium, he believed he could rise above all, perhaps even become a new emperor. But when the words reached his lips, he held them back; there was no need.

“Xu Guang had more to say, but Mo Mo stopped him.” You say I’m not qualified to join that so-called Team Three?

“What do you mean by that?” Lady Zhong, her eyes misty with tears, gazed at Bai Zihua, dazedly asking.

“Gentlemen, please, I beg you, spare me! I’m so scared, I won’t dare again, please, don’t kill me!” The Phantom Heart Worm’s two large eyes on its antennae brimmed with tears, pitifully looking at the cold-faced Chu Xueyu, pleading loudly.

Kang Yin made a covert gesture toward the shadow, signaling it not to act rashly. When Guli voiced concern, he quickly replied, “It’s nothing, just a little throat discomfort.” Kang Yin would never reveal the true reason.

At this moment, those accepted into the Pill Hall, even if eliminated in this round, wore expressions of satisfaction and springtime bliss.

The next morning, Long Yan decisively prepared only her own lunch and went to work right on time.

Soon, beside the chaotic airflow, a bright light about ten feet wide appeared. Gu Chen’s heart leaped with joy, and he broke away from the turbulent current, flying toward the white glow. But as he approached a patch of chaotic air, his body was instantly trapped by the space outside the current.

If things truly unfolded as Ye Fan predicted, then attending the Pill Hall’s investiture would be like walking straight into a trap.

Satisfied, He Qingfan brushed the dust from his clothes and glanced around. He had sensed some noises nearby, as if others were curious about him.

After reading the text message, Jiang Chengce composed his tangled thoughts and drove to Stein’s French Restaurant.

Scarlet’s aura was indeed overwhelming; nearby green leaves withered in an instant, scorched and consumed by flames, reduced to nothingness.

Yet, He Qingfan had not failed her. Everything proceeded according to the old plan, without deviation. The only unexpected element was the change in the Zhuge family, which puzzled He Qingfan deeply. How arrogant must they be, to think He Qingfan would display the Eight Formations openly?

What on earth is happening? Those watching were perplexed—where was the promised Liu Biao falling from his horse? Where was the ambush? Could it be that their intelligence was so swift they knew the undercover army had been defeated and switched tactics?

Of course, it was his willpower that triumphed; if Xuan Hao’s will had been stronger, Xuan Hao would have inherited his memories, not the other way around.

After Yuan Niang’s herbal medicine was discontinued, her birth mother, Xu, visited once. As for Zhuo Xiyu, she hadn’t come since that questioning. Over the months, chatting with Lan Mei, Yuan Niang learned much about her family’s situation.

The swordsman, upon seeing the materials, immediately nodded and, after a dizzying round of flattery—praising the boss’s might and valor—trotted off with the supplies.

“Grandfather, do you think everyone in the world is good? Even I, a useless person, encounter endless trouble; how much more so for Xiyun, who’s a genius now?” Few words, enough. Seeing Long Haotian’s gloomy face, Long Yanhua knew her hint had worked.

Yuan Niang would not let her off so easily. Since she stirred up trouble, she must be prepared to take the consequences. She deliberately picked a dish after the young lady and tasted it.

Men of this era are so chauvinistic; few are willing to lower themselves and kneel.

Weiwei heard these words and realized he was about to reveal something she didn’t know. She shook her head, indicating she knew little. Zijing was equally bewildered, staring wide-eyed at Xuanyuan Wentian.

Winter Snow dared not refuse, hurried forward, wedged between Yuan Niang and Lan Mei. She didn’t think much of it, but Lan Mei felt that, in this way, Winter Snow seemed more like the mistress.

“Hey…! Hey…! What are you doing? Do you know who I am? Do you want to die? I’m a policeman! The police chief!” Black Tiger was frantic, but still defiant, leaning on the car and reaching for his gun, trying to intimidate his opponents.

How enviable Yin Ran is! Ye Zhan thought, if he fell ill, would Nasha buy him medicine and care for him? “Yin Ran is lucky to have your care, truly fortunate—achoo!” He played the role of a film king, pretending to have a cold, rubbing his nose.

Hong Shizhong held her close. “Uesugi, are you all right?” Having weathered so many dark and sinister events, he guessed this was a plot against him, with Uesugi Dai as the innocent victim.

Su Xia washed the soup bowls, her cheeks burning with heat. The memory of Gu Dongjue touching her face sent waves of excitement through her heart.

Upstairs, Qiao Jingwei sat at her dressing table, gazing into the mirror. For a moment, she felt dazed, as if time had slipped back three years.

Indeed, she could not deny it—handsome, powerful, and exceptionally gentle, in every respect, as a spouse, he was flawless.

This old man never spoke plainly when he should, and always asked blunt questions when he shouldn’t.

As long as she stayed by his side, he would gladly endure her calling him ugly every day.

“Boss Su is different from the rest of us,” Zhao Xiaoman shook her head, recalling her experiences in the kitchen, and patiently began to speak.