Book One, Chapter 36: Winding Stream and Floating Cups

Gu Han felt that this room was incredibly auspicious for him; he kept a faint smile on his lips all day long, his eyes shimmering like starlit skies.

With a swift motion, Chen Zui vanished into his portable space with lightning speed, making his escape.

Wu Song glanced toward the Begonia Room. Adjacent to it were two other chambers, one named Red Glow and the other Pear Weave, both bearing names that evoked a sense of flirtatious spring.

Last time, it was just bad luck. This time, he refused to believe another master would appear to save Jin Yuli.

Before leaving, President Mao specifically came to visit Chen Zui and offered a reward of twenty thousand yuan. Chen Zui, however, was a man of principle and kept only ten thousand.

Xia Haoyu stood two paces away, staring at the sky. His silhouette stretched long under the moonlight, and despite wearing only a thin knit sweater, he suddenly exuded an air of bleak indifference.

True to Wu Song’s suggestion, the brothel had installed a runway in the center of the main hall, similar to a fashion show, and the decor was exceptionally unique.

"A carriage? You’d need at least a magical beast to pull that, wouldn't you?" Christina asked, filled with curiosity.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang. Xia Haoyu and I immediately stopped talking. He released my hand and leaned over to grab the device, but the moment his fingers touched it, his expression shifted instantly.

Chen Ergou, however, couldn't be bothered. He picked up a large bowl, stood upright, and proceeded to pick out the finest cuts of meat from the table, placing them into his bowl. Wu Song was deeply suspicious; Master Chen had always treated him with the utmost respect and would never allow Chen Ergou to be so rude. He remained silent, sensing there must be a deeper meaning behind this behavior.

All of this clearly indicated that a fierce battle had taken place here, whether in the recent or distant past.

The succession of bizarre events left his mind completely detached from the fight, causing him to utterly forget that he still had an eighth-rank opponent to contend with.

But there were simply too many enemies—a coalition force formed by over a dozen kingdoms under the leadership of the Daqi Dynasty. They were simply unable to hold them off.

The men who had previously been eyeing the Porsche saw Ye Hanbing step out of the car, and their eyes lit up with fascination.

Red Fox was not stupid; on the contrary, he was quite sharp. A brief moment of reflection was enough for him to realize that the Mang Tribe's farming methods could produce vast quantities of grain.

With Chen Lidong present, he could coordinate all aspects of the operation, and whenever there was a need to spend money or make final decisions, he could settle matters immediately.

Yi Tao’s illness had left even renowned professors helpless, yet Ye Zhuo had cured it in just one month. How could a person like that possibly be a good-for-nothing?

That was a rat she had specially ordered to be found in the filthiest place imaginable—stinking and blood-stained—enough to make any normal person gag with disgust.

It formed a massive teleportation array that enveloped the entire Ancient Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, and moments later, it vanished completely from sight.

"And then? Before he disappeared, did he say anything to you?" Yi Tianran asked, unable to suppress her impatience.

Even though it was past midnight, Yi Tianran stayed with her companion. Fu Yunchen had received an unexpected call and had to depart to handle an urgent official matter.

Li Duoyi’s face flushed red. "I’ve never seen what an abalone looks like, so that’s what it is! It must taste amazing, hehe..." As he spoke, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and dove in with both hands, devouring the food ravenously.

Most of the people present did not know Lin Kuang. Although some were aware that an outsider who was no less skilled than the Medicine King’s clan had arrived, Uncle Fu had deliberately kept it under wraps, so no one outside the inner circle knew about the matter.

The trailing position was clearly unacceptable to every player wearing the Chinese team jersey. In the final moments of the first half, led by Dai Zhiwei, they launched a frantic counterattack, mounting wave after wave of fierce assaults around the Iranian goal.