Chapter 60: The Police Come Calling

As dawn broke, Li Qingyun nursed the second child, changed the dirty diaper, and after washing up, brought Pandie along to the kitchen to prepare breakfast together. She didn’t want the girl left alone to let her thoughts wander and frighten herself. It was remarkable, considering how timid she was, that she had dared to confront Han Guodong head-on last night.

Breakfast was simple: a bowl of coarse cornmeal porridge, boiled eggs, and pickled cucumber. The large jar of eggs they’d been using at home was almost empty now; she’d have to barter for some more from Mother Gu or Aunt Jiang and mix them with those she’d kept in her secret stash. There was only half a crock of pickled cucumbers left, too.

“I’m not wearing these weird clothes, no way,” Ye Feng protested, shaking his head and running to his bed to pull out a set of ancient-style robes.

Around ten o’clock that night, the two of them returned once more to the school parking lot. But since it was the school’s anniversary, everyone had partied hard earlier and now had collapsed into sleep. The campus lights were dim, and there were few people wandering about.

No matter—if fate allowed, they would meet again. Bardock thought this to himself and paid no more heed to these two soon-to-be bosses.

He never imagined that after Kakarot had taken two of his powerful kicks, the boy would still have the guts to confront him head-on.

“Xiao’er, perhaps you don’t know—my feelings for you are no less than my third brother’s. Back in Northern Mo, you already stirred my heart, but I could never bring myself to compete with my brother for you.” Xuanyuan Mo gazed at her with gentle affection, holding her tightly, unwilling to let her step out the door. Outside, the sunlight was bright, but for him, there was no longer any escape.

The commentator glanced at the state of the match and knew the booth couldn’t remain silent—there had already been a few seconds of awkward quiet. If he didn’t speak soon, the higher-ups would dock his pay.

“Do you think he’ll return for this tournament?” Lei Kun’s rugged face showed a flicker of fiery anticipation.

In the main hall, Bardock, with Hannasia and Gohan in tow, was just about to walk out when the commotion outside grew louder.

“I will do all I can to heal Xiao’er. General Ruoyun, if you can find a skilled physician, bring them to the residence to tend to her,” Xuanyuan Wei said coldly. He turned and strode out the door. If Yun Xiao were to leave, it would be a final farewell—he would never let go.

His face calm and unruffled, betraying no hint of emotion in his words, Liu Moyan suddenly found himself admiring the man before him—not only for his cunning and rivalry in the past, but now, even more so.

Tong Ran remained rigid in Yi Jiazhen’s arms, not daring to move, and only after a long time did she gradually relax.

He realized his mistake: given Lin Duoduo’s hatred for Bai Ranran, the scene she had just witnessed would only deepen her grudge against Bai Ranran.

The more Bai Ranran thought about it, the more she felt her plan was perfect—she could go back to sleep and not worry about getting hungry.

“You child, watch your mouth!” Mother Mu playfully tapped Mu Yuqing, her eyes narrowing into a smile.

Xue Manqing smiled, and the spiritual energy from all directions surged toward Ye Feng like a raging tide, shaking the earth and causing the ground to tremble.

“If I defeat you, you’ll give me the thousand-year serpent’s molt!” Nangong Yi fixed a deadly gaze on Mo Zhuochen and spoke in a low, intense voice.

“Your courage is admirable, but I still have bad news: I really don’t know the way out,” Yi Jiazhen said, spreading his hands helplessly.

Letting out a breath, Qin Qi’s muscles swelled as his battle power soared under the secret technique, even showing signs of breaking through to the early Divine Origin stage.

Perhaps after ascending, he would finally see for himself how many had truly achieved immortality. Yet he perished in the thunder tribulation, a lifelong regret.

In the days that followed, Jiang Yuanyuan noticed a new quality in Wu Ziyu—something she couldn’t quite define, but it drew her in. He now possessed a confidence that made her fall for him.

Luo Dingxing slowly turned his head to see Shen Yan standing there, a faint, knowing smile at his lips. Thinking of how Shen Yan had spoken with him at length—only for this purpose—Luo Dingxing’s previously relaxed expression instantly darkened.