Chapter 141: Who Should Be Chosen?

Song Hui lay in bed, her face twisted in a grimace; she was having that nightmare again.

The dream was a void of pitch-black chaos. Whispers echoed from all directions, piercing her brain like needles, and she clutched her ears in agony.

"Mommy... Mommy, where are you?"

A young, delicate voice drifted from afar, tinged with a faint, sobbing quality. She opened her eyes and searched frantically, beads of sweat standing out on her forehead, a tangle of conflicting emotions warring within her.

She tried to open her mouth to call out, "Child... where are you? Are you looking for me?" The surroundings fell into absolute silence; nothing could be heard. Song Hui could only feel the violent thumping of her own heart.

Chen Qing returned to his office, only to find Tang Suyi—the newcomer he had personally scouted—already waiting for him inside.

By then, the gray mist had gradually dissipated, allowing them a clear view of the situation within the Goryeo army camp in the valley.

However, having already given his word, backing out now would seem like a grave insult.

Guan Liyuan even suspected that in the world simulation where Cell had achieved total victory—before the creation of parallel timelines—Future Trunks might have relied on manufacturing "controllers" to detonate Android 17 and 18.

Although one gains some degree of spatial ability after comprehending the Seventh Sense, there is still a distinction in how adept one is at wielding it.

Logically speaking, a normal mortal family should not produce such a peculiar condition where a soul possesses such aptitude. But since she was unaware of it, it was of no consequence.

Lin Qing didn't pay much attention to what they had lost; she simply paced the dormitory a few times and inspected a few areas of interest.

However, if trainers from other regions were to do this, it would be viewed as a provocation by the trainers of the Kalos region, and for Guan Liyuan to do so would contradict his initial declaration.

Before their horses stood dozens of burly men resembling house servants, brandishing staves as they confronted the five or six guards in front of the carriage. Standing ahead of the guards was a young nobleman, barely in his teens, glaring furiously at the men.

Lu Zhijin spoke to this point, shaking his head incessantly, as if regretting why he hadn't noticed the changes in Gu Kai sooner.

Firefighters and officers kept arriving as reinforcements, but no news ever emerged from the Qingyun Mountain Villa.

The Soul-Stealing Whip was no ordinary object; it shimmered with brilliant, intense light, as if it had been soaked in a pool of blood for ages, its entire length a deep crimson radiating a potent, demonic aura.

In truth, Xue Miao had always been puzzled as to why Grandmother Xue disliked him, while his grandfather, by contrast, doted on him. Now, having read that letter, all his questions were resolved.

"Ye Youran, what are you spacing out for! Lie flat on the floor—trust me!" The familiar, deep voice was laced with anxiety and irritation.

The seal of the Star Dragon had loosened. If Death God Thirteen discovered it and unleashed another soul shockwave, he had no confidence he could withstand it now. In other words, if Death God Thirteen struck again, Xing Yue would lose control of her body to the Star Dragon once more.

"We came to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival at the invitation of Sister Zhao; I didn't expect to run into classmates here," Meng Yan said, feeling somewhat uneasy. Back at the academy, it hadn't mattered, but now, surrounded by her relatives—even her own father—Meng Yan felt that Tie Niu had truly dragged him into a deep hole.

He leaned in close to her face, tilting his head slightly until he rested against her neck, his lips brushing her earlobe. His voice was low and hoarse, like a lover’s whisper. Duan Ruxia’s expression turned slightly dazed, and the tips of her ears flushed a deep red.

Men are simply that kind of animal. When they are in love—or rather, before they have succeeded in their pursuit—they are irrational, their intelligence essentially suspended.

"Speak up, what is it?" the old man said, picking up the auction inventory from his desk.

In any case, he absolutely could not allow the hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city to enter. If that happened, the capital would be doomed.

Zhu Yong knew the new recruits would face intense training and had tried his best to provide them with decent rations, but he also had to account for the expenses.