38. Tier-One Leaping Zombie

Suddenly, the leaping zombie moved, lunging straight at Li Xiaoxiao. Her foot slipped, bringing her body to an abrupt halt; in the next instant, she charged toward the leaping zombie.

The vine lashed out, locking around the leaping zombie’s neck.

A first-level leaping zombie did not possess much jumping power. It relied instead on its long, slender limbs, reaching for the next foothold the instant it sprang forward.

Li Xiaoxiao was targeting the moment when it was suspended in midair, with nothing to support it.

But the leaping zombie’s body—

Nearby, the doctor kept wiping the sweat from his forehead as he looked at Yin Zimo, wishing he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Listening to the clamorous discussion around him, the gray-robed old man said calmly, “Since no one can reach a conclusion at present, let us rest for a while.” With that, he lifted the tea from the table and took a sip, then let out a deep sigh and fell silent.

Luo Mingxuan watched the emperor’s anxious expression and listened to his words, but his face remained utterly unchanged. He continued to regard him with the same indifferent gaze.

“It has been taken care of.” Feng Jingyi and Xu Gui hurriedly bowed and nodded before reporting, “All high-ranking officials, nobles, servants, and attendants have been ordered to remain silent. The interrupted wedding will be explained uniformly as the vassal king’s new decree. No one is permitted to discuss the matter casually or reveal it. Anyone who disobeys will be executed without mercy.”

When Miao Miao reached the door of the house and had just taken out her key, she discovered that the people inside had already heard her footsteps and were helping her open the door.

Late that night, Yu Qian sat silently beside Fan Lingyan’s bed, watching him. Madam Li remained nearby, sighing as she tended to them both.

With the secret about to begin, Shi Kai’s decision to leave for the Gobi at such a time was truly baffling. Even Feng Tianxing could not understand what Shi Kai meant by it.

Sitting opposite Bai Qian, Shangguan Che wore casual clothes and ate his steak elegantly, never forgetting to glance at Bai Qian’s furious expression.

“I’ll give you two a chance today. Disappear from before my eyes now, and I will let you go. Otherwise... you know what will happen.” Wang Dong showed no courtesy toward the two flower thieves.

“Why don’t you call someone? At least tell him where we are and see whether he can find a way to rescue us!” Su Tiantian said after thinking it over.

If she had never met this older sister, or if that sister had simply refused to meddle and had left her to fend for herself, she might never have been found and would have gone to the restaurant alone to eat.

Sighing, Su Mi pushed Ruan Fanwang toward the door. “I’ll wash the dishes myself. Young Master, you should go back to your room and rest!” She had known from the start that this was how things would end. One look at Ruan Fanwang’s appearance told her he was a pampered young master, accustomed to being waited on. What could she possibly expect him to do?

In the “Jonah complex” described by the American psychologist Abraham Maslow, “Jonah” represents a person who longs to grow yet fears growth because of inner obstacles. Overcoming the Jonah complex is a fairly complicated process.

“Your intelligence makes me wonder whether you truly are, as you claim, merely a farmer from a smallholding.” Fred scrutinized his adjutant seriously.

Unable to join the base forces and unwilling to go hungry, they became mercenaries and accepted this assignment, one that the regular troops stationed at the airport base considered beneath their notice.

He did not say it because he himself knew that such words would be too cruel, appearing excessively callous and disrespectful toward the civilians who had been slaughtered.

Seeing Cai Zan’s bluster masking his weakness, Fazheng threw back his head and laughed wildly. His voice shook the flowers and trees in the garden until they rustled and trembled, scattering petals across the ground.

Yang Yi’s gaze finally moved away from the electric light and turned toward Guo Jinjun as he answered, though his reply had nothing to do with the question.

Felice had been watching her brother closely and could clearly sense the changes in his emotions. You must be very sad, she thought. Yet outwardly, she continued smiling happily, pretending that nothing had happened.

After what felt like an eternity, the physician finally arrived. Tang Mao lay on the ground, a large pool of blood seeping from him, his eyes wide open as though they could never close again.