Volume 1, Chapter 64: Miracle!

Qian Xiaotian sighed, unwrapped the medicine, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

"Come on, old friend, time for your medicine."

The turtle opened its wide mouth and quietly tried to slink backward.

The outcome they had originally hoped for—bringing Guan Zhifeng down—turned out instead to be a chorus of high praise for Guan Zhifeng from everyone around them.

No one owed them anything; just knowing there was an acquaintance in the trauma center's operating room to look out for them was already more than enough.

Song Jiao and Duan Zhan had been childhood sweethearts, and Duan Zhan would satisfy her every request. This time was no exception; he truly buried her deep within the snow-covered plains.

At this point, Shen Qingyin seemed to remember something again, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips.

All of them were dressed in azure robes, and upon closer inspection, three large characters were embroidered across the chests of those green garments.

It must have been because Attorney Zhu's expression looked so grim when she returned earlier, and the older cousin happened to see it—now they were completely finished.

Ding Lin quietly grabbed Li Feng's hand under the table. See that? Their son was being praised by a brother they valued so much, and the two brothers held them in high regard as well.

Ding Yang, however, let out an internal chuckle. Did they really think permanent acting skills were free? If they didn't take the filming seriously, the final product would end up even worse than not filming at all.

From then on, future ability users would have to absorb the zombie virus alongside X-factors, and those who failed to adapt would be eliminated.

Zhu Wan's gaze narrowed slightly as she looked at the two people beside her, suddenly feeling as though all their problems had been easily resolved.

Yet according to his intuition, no matter how he looked at it, Nagato and Kushina seemed more like a pair of doomed lovers from a movie who, after enduring a series of hardships, had gone on to live happily together.

The blinding golden light had already consumed his feet. If they didn't stop it now, it would reach his knees, and soon he would be reduced to ashes.

"Director Li, the escape of the 'Abyss Seed' organism caught us off guard. However, as long as we collect all of its fragmented tissues and temporarily delay the Mars immigration plan, aside from that, it won't cause any major impact," Professor Chen Tianyu deduced.

Yet the townspeople could understand Water-Cloud Pavilion's price hikes; after all, they were the very first to be slapped with a fine and had even been forced to suspend operations because of it.

Some people were already covertly linking the matter to the closure of Water-Cloud Pavilion, feeling a sense of injustice on its behalf.

In Li Chengqian's memory, Wen Yanbo was not a man of unrestrained and wild nature. Such an uninhibited, booming laugh was indeed a rare sight.

He smiled faintly, his hands gently stroking and caressing the earthen jar cradled in his arms, as if his wife had never truly left his side for even half a step.

According to Lu Mingxuan, Gu Jin had gone abroad immediately after finalizing their divorce to manage the overseas branch company, and accompanying her abroad was Su Youqing.

As the dignified crown prince, what could he possibly know about pulling radishes? Even thousands of years ago on the pilgrimage to the West, he had never stolen a single radish, so how could he possibly know that pulling radishes came with dirt attached?

"Husband, your ears are burning. Are you perhaps feeling shy?" Qiao Shuangyu's cool fingers pinched his burning ears, soft and exceptionally comforting.

Ironic as it was, while Lu Baoling constantly cursed her as a bitch and shameless, the innocent look of her post-surgery face bore a striking resemblance to Qu Linlang. It had left Lu Mushen in a trance the very first time he laid eyes on her, leading him to treat her with utmost tenderness after their marriage—who knew whether the male lead harbored any lingering thoughts of compensating his ex-wife in his heart?

Cheng Linting smiled slightly, his facial features relaxing once more. He looked at the Wind-Cloud Pure-Yang Sword resting on the sword-casting furnace, watching it vibrate with a low hum, as if it longed to plunge straight into the thunderclouds to undergo its baptism.

The number of times Jiaorou and Lu Huai crossed paths could be counted on one hand; she couldn't even get close to Lu Huai, let alone find an opportunity to latch onto him.