Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Mysterious Youth

With Wang Sheng's cautionary tale fresh in mind, I certainly didn't want to keep old Chen around while letting my brother wither away in isolation and loneliness. Remembering how Li Tingting had previously asked me to retrieve her explicit photos from Zhang Peng, I immediately messaged her to ask if she was available to meet so I could hand the pictures over.

On the airplane, Yan Xiaoxiao lost the eager excitement she had felt upon boarding. Knowing that Jin Guangyan seated beside her was fixing an intense gaze upon her, she had no choice but to pretend to read her magazine with utmost concentration.

Scarcely two seconds after he finished speaking, a chopstick came flying toward him. The soldier's pupils contracted slightly as he raised his arm to block it. He had underestimated the force behind the chopstick, and a sharp pain flared across his arm from the impact.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing her suddenly fall silent, Ouyang Liufeng found it rather strange.

Lin Tianyao agreed, and thus they all walked ahead, feeling that the scenery up ahead was exceptionally pleasant.

"I'm not running away anymore. I'm not the Duanmu Yunze of yesteryear," Yunze said, looking at Qingrang who had already downed two bowls of Pear Blossom Brew. "You surely don't still get knocked out by three bowls, do you?" Qingrang had always held her liquor well, yet every single time she drank her beloved Pear Blossom Brew, she would inevitably lose consciousness after three bowls.

"Can we go get something to eat now?" She hopped down from him, swaying his hand and acting like a spoiled child.

Which genius was assigned to the first room of the Starry Temple? With only a superficial understanding of the situation, the gap between him and Yang Zaitian was simply too vast.

Upon heading outside, Qiao Yanyan took out her phone and messaged Xia Ze to ask what kind of men Han Yirou liked. She certainly couldn't afford to let Gu Jianfan go, so she had no choice but to find a breakthrough through someone else.

No matter what Xi Xichen said, she refused to open her hands. She was not going to submit to that kind of act under such circumstances—it was utterly humiliating.

Arriving at the bicycle shop, he looked at the old man inside. Smoking a cigarette, the man sat by the doorway watching television. Because this location was somewhat secluded, very few customers ever patronized the place.

As she touched Tiga's fingertip, the wings behind Alaya unspooled, appearing profoundly sacred.

Seeing Huangpu Wudi walk into the room, the Martial Saint of Mingmie gestured toward the seat nearby and said, "Sit down." There were only four seats in total, reserved exclusively for the Guardians.

This was the new courtyard the villagers had helped Jiang Yue build over the past few days. The compound was quite spacious, more than enough for Jiang Yue's needs.

Returning to the Wude Divine Palace, Dou Qianjie locked himself in his room without uttering a single word. Huangpu Aiye knocked on the door numerous times, but Dou Qianjie remained silent and refused to unlock it.

The crowd participating in the square dance reached its peak around 7:30 PM, swelling to nearly fifty people.

Upon hearing Cao Huachun's reply, Xu Guangqi immediately realized that the Imperial Secret Service was acting entirely on its own accord. Considering that the secret police, who ought to have been the emperor's personal troops, had taken unauthorized action without any imperial decree, Xu Guangqi's hatred for Eunuch Wei deepened even further.

Initially, a cameraman had indeed wanted to film directly toward the direction of the guests on the second floor, including He Jiannian.

She pulled Guo Dalong into the house, holding his hand tightly, and even after sitting down, she seemed reluctant to let go.

Just as they stepped out of the room and caught sight of the scene on the basketball court, Li Shishi and Yang Mimi both froze for a moment before exchanging a flushed, knowing smile.

Xia Zhi sighed inwardly, then took Nuanuan's hand and led her to a nearby shopping mall.

Hu Jiancheng initially refused because he was already betrothed, but given that it was Elder Hu's direct order, he had no choice but to comply. Ten days after leaving, Hu Jiancheng returned bearing a piece of news: Miao Miao had already married into another family. With no other option, Elder Hu dropped the matter and pursued it no further.

Suddenly, he rolled his body over, curving both hands into claws, and lunged at the pale-faced Star of Calamity nearby.

Clearly, he suspected that Jiang Yi might also be a cultivator, but ultimately dismissed the notion. Given Jiang Yi's current strength, it was effortless for him to conceal his identity from someone who hadn't even reached the first level of Qi Condensation.

"Alright, now that the matter has blown up, let's figure out how to resolve it." Old Fu patted Liu Fei on the thigh and stood up, preparing to leave.

At that exact moment, Qin Zhao suddenly reached out and delivered a fierce chop to the back of Li Junjie's neck, causing his eyes to roll back as he instantly passed out.

Yet at this moment, what Geng Haoshi wanted to know most was whether he could gracefully crawl his way back from the brags he had so boldly made.

Meanwhile, Zhang Tian felt as though invisible spiderwebs had materialized all around him. Every dodge felt incredibly laborious, as if he were being held fast by a sticky, adhesive force.

Muxue sniffed around incessantly with its canine snout. By the time Gu Chen and Junhui finished marveling at the magnificent city, the creature had already trotted inside and vanished from sight.

Anyone with a brain could see that Ouyang Yun intended to seize this golden opportunity to exact ruthless vengeance on the Long family, delivering a resounding and humiliating slap across their faces.

Furthermore, the two of them were self-proclaimed gourmands equipped with professional culinary knowledge, capable of providing the general public with expert critiques of the delicacies they tasted.

As soon as Blackie finished speaking, Jiang Chengce's heart suffered a jolt, and the wine glass he had just raised to his lips was lowered once more.

A teasing voice drifted from inside the sedan chair, accompanied by a string of silver-bell-like laughter, yet no one mistook it for a joke.

Stirring up the sea of blood surrounding the Slayer of Demons sword, the environment shifting around Gan Mo was surreal. The terrifying power of a divine sword was unimaginable; once fully unleashed, its might would be boundless.

"Even if I were to enter the household as an honored concubine, I would still never be able to hold my head high within the prestigious Wang clan of Langya," she had thought. When Wang Yi proposed marriage, she had initially refused, yet now she had slept with him without a matchmaker or formal betrothal gifts... Truly, she was cheap beyond redemption. Such an honored concubine was even lower than a recognized concubine of lesser status.

Beijing West Railway Station gradually faded into the distance, and everything belonging to Beijing—troubles included—was slowly left behind us.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment before finally coming to rest upon her large, dark, and glossy eyes.