Chapter 57: With So Many People, He Still Feels Nothing

"Let’s go to White Horse Square. There’s an old, large air-raid shelter underground over there," Liu Fengshou replied after thinking it over.

"White Horse Square?" Cao Bin repeated the name twice, searching his mind for information about the place. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said, "Inspector Liu, I have a suggestion, you’d better..."

For Wei Xian, entering Songmao Chaos was like fighting on an away field. If he confronted Songmao Chaos from outside, he would have to face the chaos of multiple consciousnesses. But by entering the inner world of Songmao Chaos, thanks to the independence of the core space, he only needed to deal with a single chaotic consciousness.

Of course, this lie wasn’t entirely baseless; at least for those of the third generation and below, it was true that “same origin is incompatible, but the same system can be fused and refined.”

The man’s features were striking, but, unfortunately, he was blind. His eyes were clouded and ashen, with no sign of black in the center, only a turbid gray-white.

The Poison Pearl was terrified and tried to escape, but it was already too late. Seeing the triumphant look on the man’s face, she felt nothing but utter despair.

Qi Yu stood atop the mountain, watching squads of soldiers leave the camp in the distance. He wore a satisfied smile. Suddenly, a black-clad ninja darted out from the trees and stood beside him. Removing her mask, she revealed a delicate face—it was none other than Feng Chui Xue herself.

"Damn! It’s so bitter! I told you, coffee isn’t drinkable!" Tian Tiantian’s loud complaint broke the prawn’s reverie.

Zhao Ying gave a gentle smile, unconcerned by Qi Yu’s attitude. She sat back down, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.

Lu Shuangyang heard a voice very close by and opened his eyes. He was lying on his back, and upon opening his eyes, he saw Jiang Xiaoqi’s beautiful face. She was standing right beside him, leaning down to look at him.

Han Feng struck the ice ball that Lu Shuangyang had just formed, shattering it with a single punch.

But today, Xi Xiangdong was particularly insistent; usually, he would placate her, never confronting things so openly.

Outside, Li Luo and his companions were wandering around. To the group, who had only arrived in this dilapidated New York two days ago, everything was still fresh and new.

Shang Yasi did not answer Shang Moze’s question right away, but instead steered the conversation back to the upcoming competition.

In fact, after racking her brains for days, Shen Ke still hadn’t come up with a good name. After all, it was a name that would accompany her child for a lifetime.

"Yes," Gu Jingsheng replied, instructing someone to bring Du Xichun to the room, without explaining or announcing anything to anyone.

Noticing that Malzahar in the middle lane had begun deliberately pushing the wave, Xin Mo immediately pointed out the possibility.

At the moment of collision, a thunderous bell rang out, its massive soundwaves spreading from the giant bell as if they were tangible, shaking the sky and stirring the dark clouds above into turmoil.

But for now, there was one thing he urgently needed to confirm. So the bald coach walked over to Yiyang, patted him on the shoulder.

Yet, Gobert, that towering figure, rose up behind Yiyang like a fortress. With him guarding behind, no one would score easily.

After this game, Yiyang was named Western Conference Player of the Week. In a star-studded West, earning such an honor signified his steadily rising status in the league.

When night had fully fallen, Si Liang realized Ruan Mianmian still hadn’t returned. As he stepped out into the yard, he saw Baishao and Haitang sitting and chatting in the pavilion outside.

"Alright, my dear uncle, if I need anything, I’ll definitely let you know! That’s all for now! Goodbye, Uncle!" Feng Yiyue cheerfully said to her uncle.