Chapter 35: First Time on a Train

"Silly child."

Zhou Susu pulled her daughter tightly into her embrace, nuzzling her fuzzy little head with her chin.

"Of course people will like you."

"Our An'an is so cute, so well-behaved, and so wonderful; who wouldn't like her?"

She cupped An'an’s small face, looked into her eyes, and said earnestly:

"An'an, listen to me."

"You are not a pitiful child that no one wants; you are the apple of your parents' eyes."

He held the jade pendant, ready to smash it against the ground. Su Jin mustered the courage to interject, "Your Highness, do you truly intend to break it?"

Although everyone was disappointed, once they saw how beautiful Bai Wei was, they all gave up the idea of comparing themselves to her.

Ruan Meng thought to herself that she would take one last look at Liu Bang, remember his face... and then start to hate him.

The guests were all kept in the area outside the lounge, so no one else would see. Zheng Xiaoyue clenched her fists, her heart pounding like thunder as she walked over.

Ling Siyan felt a sharp pang of pain in his heart and pulled her into a tight embrace: "Jin'er, I promise you, that day will never come."

"Lu Tangtang, I will agree to whatever you want, as long as you deal with me. I was truly wrong!" Liu Xiawen pleaded incessantly.

He held Peilan tightly in his arms, his face flushed red, and he looked toward the door, appearing slightly embarrassed.

"Whether it was my mother who committed the mistake, or whether the Murong clan forced her into it, I believe Your Majesty knows the truth deep down. It has been seventeen years; does Your Majesty still intend to deceive yourself?" Ling Siyan’s voice dropped abruptly.

However, he no longer refused to hold Lin Nian'er. Lin Nuannuan exchanged a glance with Nanny Gui, and both of them smiled.

"Qiu Ziyan" sent the long saber in Zhou Hong's hand flying, and without stopping, she thrust the blade toward the back of his head.

Yu Lan looked back at Bei'ao Yufeng and said coldly, "He is my enemy!" In truth, it was merely a facade for her hatred.

"The air conditioning is set too high; it’s so hot!" Feng Xinyi said, taking off her sweater to reveal the tight thermal underwear she wore underneath, showcasing a figure of infinite grace.

Still, it was just as well; she was fully supporting everyone in forming some kind of organization. Although it certainly wouldn't be a very powerful one—since everyone was only at the third rank and lacked strong experts to support them—it was truly difficult to manage. But this was fine, too, as it gave her a legitimate excuse to spend time with Chen Cheng.

Do Kyung-soo went to cook porridge for Lu Han, while Oh Se-hun carefully wiped the sweat from Lu Han's forehead. The others were all busy with their own tasks.

Later, they began to discuss the tragedy of the Lin family courtyard from years ago. However, when Lin Youran asked who the mastermind behind the incident was, Jun Molian kept his mouth shut. He only told her to trust him unconditionally.

Moreover, this level of cultivation was so profound that even Zuo Ci, who had already passed the ninety-nine heavenly tribulations and only lacked sufficient merit to ascend to the celestial realm, could not fathom its depths.

Thus, deep in Chen Cheng's heart, he could never truly relax; he remained tightly coiled, hoping to suddenly find some way forward.

"Rise!" Liang Hao let out a roar. As Hong Zhenxiong was hoisted into the air by immense force, a series of gasps erupted throughout the arena.

Long Fei laughed in sorrow, a sound truly harrowing. He looked up at the sky, his face streaked with bloody tears. They were all dead. Everyone had been killed because of him. Long Fei’s laughter was full of extreme bitterness; no one who heard it remained unmoved. As people wiped their faces, they found themselves covered in tears. How much pain must a person endure to reach such a state?

Chen Cheng still felt great admiration for this big man, who, despite being so severely injured, still insisted on participating in the final competition.

Tang Mu said confidently that with his strength, dealing with seven or eight ordinary zombies at once was no problem at all. As for mutated or elite zombies, he believed he could easily handle them as long as there were no more than four at a time.