Chapter 160: Past Life (End)

My name is Feng Su, and everyone calls me the Crown Prince of the Beijing social circle. To me, this title feels somewhat ironic. My childhood was far from happy. My mother was the "other woman" who broke up another marriage; she successfully moved into the household, and my status as an illegitimate son was officially acknowledged. I had an elder brother and an elder sister, and they despised me. During my time in the Feng family, I did my best to remain invisible. I never imagined that one day...

Su Xiuqing glanced back at Su Mu’s receding figure, a wave of warmth washing over her, leaving her thoughts tangled and complex. With money and ration coupons in hand, she no longer felt restrained. She bought rice, flour, and seasonings, and while she was at it, picked up some brown sugar and fruit-flavored candies, spending six yuan in total.

Meanwhile, taking advantage of his stagger, I employed an escape technique to appear right beside him, swinging a stone sword with all my might to strike the Head of the Cen family. Whether Louis and his "loving family" could truly manage such a feat, however, was anyone’s guess.

Hearing this, Tony reluctantly pulled his gaze away and began to compare notes with Yinsen, who had been acting like a ghost on the sidelines, barely daring to draw a full breath. On the ship, someone couldn't help but shout out, causing everyone to exchange bewildered glances; although they recognized the clock tower was formidable, they couldn't identify the true grade of that magical artifact.

Before heading out, Jian Shuyue had dressed with care: beneath it all were thermal undergarments taken from her storage space, followed by a cashmere sweater paired with a thick, plaid cashmere skirt. On her feet were black, fleece-lined cotton shoes, and wrapped over everything was a heavy military-style overcoat.

The entire afternoon of walking, along with the accidental second encounter with Su Yao, had improved his mood significantly, but it had also involved a great deal of walking. For someone who hadn't run a step since his junior year of college when physical education classes were canceled, he was truly exhausted.

Xia Lingli, who had also changed his clothes, hurried over. Seeing Lu Hai standing still, he looked at Lu Hai, then toward the direction of the trees. As for the defenses of the Wizard Tower itself, they were rendered completely ineffective in the face of high-level spatial rules. With that, he glanced toward the direction of the eighteenth, took one look, then retracted his gaze and nudged his horse's flanks.

This bracelet was made of over a dozen yellow beads connected by irregular pieces of jade. Li Si, having sharp eyes, noticed the carvings of a young boy and a Buddha on the jade pieces at a glance. "It's in that direction. Senior, just keep heading that way, and you'll see it before long," Zhao Min said, pointing a finger.

Miao Cheng'an sent wave after wave of scouts to investigate, but not one returned. Growing increasingly tense, he paced anxiously back and forth across the tent floor. "Of course I've seen her. We used to be best friends who shared everything," Xi said with a giggle.

Xia Chong used a strainer to swish lamb meat into the bowl before Bamboo, then added beef, followed by meatballs, and then... she stopped. If one were to compare Purgatory and the mortal realm to the two ends of an hourglass, the Heart of Purgatory would be the controller jammed in the middle.

The next morning, Ye Qingqing found Shen Tingchuan no longer by her side and felt a sense of unease. "BOOM!" A sudden, deafening roar erupted in the distance. Following the sound, she saw a skeletal monster over ten meters tall smashing its bone club into the ground.

Her mind wandered until the ringing of a mobile phone interrupted Rong Qian’s deep thoughts. Chen Dongqing’s mind was set ablaze—what were the most popular clothes in the nineties?

Suddenly, a cry for help reached Du Jue's ears. He immediately turned toward the sound, spotting a middle-aged man dressed as a hunter on the steep cliff below, clinging to a protruding rock with one hand, shouting in terror.

Upon hearing this, Huo Shanshui fell silent. He hadn't even begun to enjoy his prime years yet! The Zongying Sect had yet to be revived—how could he go off to have tea with the King of Hell like this? No, no, absolutely not.