Volume 1, Chapter 22: Sister Ye, You Actually Lied to Me

"To be honest, I am ashamed. I have spent day and night at that plaza for these past few days, even secretly chipping off a stone from the ground to study, yet I have found nothing at all..." Zhu Wu said, bowing his head with a helpless smile.

Wang Yuan turned over several excuses in his mind, none of which seemed appropriate. Regaining his composure, he realized everyone in the hall was staring at him and had no choice but to pull himself back to the present.

With a sharp clang, the demon sword and the Azure Frost blade collided. Demonic energy and icy chill clashed violently, the residual force from the blades spreading rapidly outward.

"Until we meet again!" Liu Qingyang turned and left with a leisurely grace. He walked away as stylishly as he had arrived, waving his sleeves without disturbing a single cloud.

Seeing the strange, demonic blood-red light flickering in the other's eyes, Hua Zhongdie stumbled to her feet. She reached out to stroke his face, offering a forced, fragile smile.

At a somewhat secluded intersection, a few ragged men crouched or sat, all of them instinctively looking toward the direction from which the footsteps were approaching.

Lin Xun’s immense strength made her yearn for a battle, yet she had to weigh the consequences, leaving her with a sense of lingering regret.

Even Gupi, under the power of that river of time, was completely helpless; how could he possibly escape?

"Brother, the others are yours," the fat man said matter-of-factly. "I’ll collect some interest from this idiot first." Vindictive as he was, having been tortured so cruelly by Yang Wanqu, he was already impatient to exact his revenge.

His voice was low and slow; clad in white, he looked like an immortal, yet he carried an imperceptible sense of oppression.

He knew that someone with the status of Xiahou Shuyao would hoard rare treasures, and among these, a significant portion would be precious medicinal ingredients.

Facing the empty church once more, Gu Fan’s thoughts drifted to the dark cloud he had seen upon the infant earlier.

It is said that the wealthy heir who had tried to steal his girl was spotted by a friend at a male health clinic—one that seemed to specialize in sexual dysfunction.

Gui Qisha, seeing that the situation had turned against him, jumped off the arena to avoid serious injury, earning the contempt of many.

Tendrils of black mist dissipated, gradually forming a dark shadow reflected against the wall.

"Father, such people must never be tolerated! Otherwise, if the young lords of the Xia Kingdom all spend their days plotting against the direct heirs, the kingdom will fall into chaos!" she pleaded earnestly.

The journey ahead was not so peaceful; more and more puppets appeared! All were of the Star Emperor level. Fortunately, Xuan Wuji and the others could perceive the puppets' weak points and deliver fatal strikes. Of course, Zhuge Xin was unable to do this.

From the appetizing cold dish of shredded mutton, to the mutton soup to line the stomach, followed by sweet and spicy side dishes and two main mutton courses—it was nearly a formal banquet menu, for which they had even chosen a name: "Mutton Hall of Excellence."

"Her?" Helen looked in the direction Night Mo was pointing and saw Irene lying on the vine bed.

He could appoint Yin Hong to an official post, gradually allowing him to take over the position of Prime Minister left by Bi Gan. With brothers in harmony, the Shang Dynasty would have nothing to fear.

However, I knew very well her long-standing disdain for me; how could she easily agree to help me?

A middle-aged man sat down at Tang Yan’s gambling table and joined the game. Tang Yan and Yiyi paid him no mind, continuing to gamble as they always had.

"I wonder how your skills in bed are? Shall we find a place with no one around and test them out?" The Scarlet Angel traced a finger lightly over her private area, her red lips parting slightly.

I turned my head to stare at the pile of lingerie, pajamas, and simple, elegant clothing discarded on the silk quilt, feeling a wave of shock followed by a deeply complex surge of emotions.

"He was even worse in the beginning than he is now. As he’s aged, he’s mellowed quite a bit and doesn't speak as domineeringly as before. There used to be no room for me to speak; everything was his decision. If he told me to go east, I went east. Now, the tables have turned," I said with a chuckle.

Although his condition still didn't look great, it was much better than when he had been locked in the secret chamber.

Later, she left, and his smile went with her. Seeing him again now, his elegance was even greater, only because of a new touch of color—the blood staining his lips.

Just then, Jin Yan appeared at the doorway dressed in black. He looked cool, his face as cold and icy as if it were frozen.

With Yu Tianhe taking charge, all preparations were completed smoothly. Late Tuesday night, Zong Ming and Jiao Lei set off on schedule, piloting their yacht toward the stealth route of the *Gablin*.

It seems the Rat only came back to finish a job before leaving again. If, as the old man said, they had been gone for five or six days, then they must have left the day after he took me to find Sixth Brother. Their business must have been done that day.

The only media outlet that discovered the truth and gave Zhou Zhou a "proof of the ball’s innocence" was so tainted with fan-shipping and ambiguity that such a "pink innocence" would have been better off not existing at all. Most terrifyingly, a sensationalist rag like *The Sun* was actually the highest-selling newspaper in the UK—twice as high as *The Times*.

Fang Bai slapped his hand against his face. He could not accept the future the doctor described; it sounded truly despairing.

Ouyang Jing seemed hesitant; she looked up at Yin Junfeng, staring blankly before lowering her head once more.