Chapter Twenty-Five: The Fall

The rooftop was cold, with chill winds drifting through the damp air. By the faint moonlight, Yin Nian looked around and saw that the roof was cluttered with all kinds of junk. On the right sat a heap of discarded tables and chairs; on the left were several larger mechanical devices, likely the building’s essential equipment, such as water pumps and the like. In the middle was an area resembling artificial soil, where a few flowers and plants had been grown, but after too long without care, they had all withered into dead stems and fallen leaves.

Yin Nian had not expected the rooftop to be such a mess. It seemed that even after Yuan Yi’s jump, no one had come to clean it up. Of course, Yuan Yi’s death had not yet been officially determined, so naturally no one would dare to tidy it so hastily.

From the scene photos she had once seen at the police station, Yin Nian inferred that the place where Yuan Yi had fallen should be near the center, slightly to the right.

Thus, under Li Ling’s design, the first man-made irrigation canal in primitive society began to be built.

Even if, in others’ eyes, she showed no ripples at all, only she knew how bitterly swollen and aching her heart felt.

The butlers in all twelve houses of Fenglinwan had been carefully selected by Yueya.

"I have sat on the throne for thirty years, diligent and conscientious, never daring to be idle for even a single day. Today, I shall issue an imperial decree..." the emperor said word by word.

"—Do you not want to get rid of that child, and at the same time make your sister give up on Gong Chen? By then, she will have nothing left, and everything you want will be yours."

Leng Yu only felt a flash before her eyes, and then found herself together with the ancient ape and Ice Snow in a mass of chaos.

It seemed this was the only way," President Gao thought in despair. He took Zheng Hai-Dong’s hand, wanting to comfort him with a few words. He truly could not bear to hand him over to the police. But before he could speak, Zheng Hai-Dong said something that nearly made his eyes pop out.

On her first day at the design company, she first reported to the human resources department, then went with her colleagues to the design department. The department manager even assigned her an old employee as her mentor, responsible for training her.

The skeleton legion’s commander let out a silent roar. The skeletons rapidly gathered together, and a huge bowl-shaped shield dome snapped over them. The golden light was blocked by the shield, and the skeletons’ casualties finally stopped.

The county soldiers, brandishing their blades with murderous fervor, all turned pale with alarm and wildly guessed: could this be an ambush? They nearly collapsed on the spot.

The demons and void creatures looked strangely at Qiu Liyate and Er Mao, who were crying in each other’s arms, unable to understand what was making their own kind go mad.

He gave himself a little self-mockery, then went searching through the fan shop for a cultivation technique suited to him.

“The one who obtained it before was the Charm-Eyed Beast. Unfortunately, I could not see how it acquired that eye, nor how it made its way back to the underworld,” Chen Jing said.

Bending his legs slightly until his whole body was nearly pressed to the ground, the martial star on Liu Tian’s forehead began to shine. Then, after a sharp shout, his figure surged forward like a storm-shot arrow.

What was more, as a raccoon, Lota’s paws were even more sensitive than a human’s. He could now clearly feel the smooth, soft body beneath Elena’s thin clothing.

Du Ziyuan was truly at his limit. Worse still, this fellow’s cultivation was higher than his, making it no easy task even to knock him unconscious.

After stopping, Lota let out a relieved breath, then immediately sprang up with a miserable howl, slapping at the bottom that had been rubbed hot.

"Have you met Jianzhi?" the old man in the wheelchair asked, seemingly not hearing Jie Kong’s voice, staring stubbornly at Zheng Ji and repeating himself.

Of course, there were too many immortal realms, and far too many universes had fused within them, so it would not be finished anytime soon. That, too, was an effect the data network had deliberately created.

Du Ziyuan shrugged. It seemed this blame could not be shaken off for the time being. Rather than standing here and being suspected by them, he might as well go look for clues.

In truth, Zhang Yao, who had woken once in the middle of the night yesterday, knew why those two had disappeared. It was just that the matter involved Mu Jing, so she chose silence.

"But after all, they’re all old classmates. Don’t you want to see them?" Ouyang Zicheng asked in confusion.

The last time Xu Fan had come here was already a month ago. Now the two of them were one a king and the other a grand general, both swamped with work every day, leaving them with no time at all, unable to go to the Purple Orchid Pavilion for drinks and merriment the way they used to whenever the thought struck them.