Volume 1, Chapter 62: Reclaiming Control of the Body

That name was quite renowned throughout South City, yet the location chosen for it was rather unfortunate—situated right opposite a brothel. Whenever visitors came here for a consultation, they were endlessly greeted by the sounds of vocal warm-ups and singing drifting from across the street.

Fortunately, having lived abroad for many years, he cared little for such traditional matters. He figured it was merely a name after all, and could it truly spell any actual trouble?

Song Chao'an, who had been walking straight ahead with his gaze fixed forward, suddenly paused right in front of her shop. This left the store manager inwardly terrified, wondering if something had gone wrong on her end. But upon second thought, ever since the boutique joined City Light over a year ago, not a single mistake had been made. She could only wait anxiously for Song Chao'an's instructions.

An Ge's face turned pale as she breathed in short gasps. Her pretty, delicate eyelashes trembled violently, and the moment suffocation threatened to overwhelm her, he abruptly released her.

Miao Qianqian continued, "The fact that he can now frantically kowtow to us at the shop entrance means he already has a prior record."

"Of course I'm going." I simply wanted to give you a heads-up in advance so you wouldn't be taken advantage of without even realizing it.

By now, he no longer harbored any hope that his mother would ever wake up. He imagined that if he were the one lying there, he would probably feel that death was the ultimate relief. To lie motionlessly in that state for twenty years—he could not even begin to imagine what kind of sensation that was.

Hua Junzhuo took the initiative to seek out Ye Qingqing time and time again. When others witnessed this, a sense of jealousy inevitably arose.

Bai Xianxian cared not whether she became an immortal, a demon, or a fiend; her sole desire was to live a longer life and enjoy the worldly glories and riches.

"Teach him a lesson, give him a taste of our power, and let him know that we aren't people to be trifled with! If he still refuses to yield, kill him on the spot, or force him to commit suicide," You Xiangming said, gesturing with his hands.

Had the skinny man taken the impact of those three plum-blossom darts from the very beginning, Jiang Shaoyang's scheme could never have succeeded! Moreover, the stone wall they had conjured up with their own hands had cut off their own retreat.

While she was hesitating, Fang Ying walked over with a hesitant expression, slowly packing her bag to go out for lunch.

"Oh? Really? Are you serious?" Seeing Zi Meng already showing signs of intoxication, especially with his goofy, happy grin, Li Zimuk although finding it unbelievable, also found it rather amusing.

Chu Yunzhao said no more. One could easily imagine just how bloody and brutal that scene must have been. Looking at Xin Wuchen, he wore a stern expression, seemingly holding everything in his absolute control.

Wu Qing did not dare meet Fang Zhongqi's gaze. She could no longer find the slightest trace of his past tenderness within his eyes; instead, they seemed to radiate a chilling frost, filling her with a creeping sense of fear.

They saw that one of them was glowing with a blue light—clearly a practitioner of water-attribute profound Qi—while the other was enveloped in a cyan luster, indicating a wind-attribute profound Qi martial artist.

In the end, he looked at the blushing Yun Jiong with a bitter, helpless smile. Sensing that her outburst of drinking had merely been a release for long-suppressed emotions, he said no more. After handing her the jade slip and giving her detailed instructions, he ultimately could not resist casting one last, deep glance toward the distant horizon.

Being merely a projection from afar, the Furious Lion, with its Golden Immortal strength, naturally paid it no mind. At that moment, it even straightened its body, intending to take on Ziche Ying's attack head-on.

Xin Wuchen mimicked the young man's previous gesture of pouting and tilting his head at Wuhen, then strode a few steps toward the door.

What frustrated him, however, was that this was a villa district where hailing a cab was simply impossible. Taxi drivers knew that everyone living here was wealthy and prestigious, and had no need for public transport.

"This disciple is willing to go." The voice was as calm and motionless as stagnant water. It was the characteristically frigid tone of Shang Shufing, devoid of even a shred of warmth.

"Your name is Wang Fei?" Lin Yuanshan already knew my name, but now he asked as if trying to confirm something.

No matter where she went, such whispers were everywhere. The school's intelligence network was astonishingly efficient; Prince Hao had only visited her home last night, and by this morning, nearly the entire school knew about it.

At the thought of sulfur, Mu Biwei's heart sank. The scent of sulfur was pungent; although it was not obvious in that pool of water, she knew it was frequently used to repel insects. After all this turmoil, could the fragrance of the Sorrow-Parting Incense possibly survive?

You You indeed harbored grand ambitions regarding the Beijing villas, but when it came to actually acquiring them, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of retreat.

Wu Yong walked in with an unfriendly look on his face, yet not the slightest trace of vexation or anger could be discerned on Ryobin Koji's countenance. All that remained was a hypocritical smile.

Damn it, Li Yi had originally intended to send him home right after speaking, but seeing how eager he was to leave, he decided to lecture him a bit longer.

"You're in the wrong here. Clearly, he was the one who bumped into me first. Why should I be the one to comfort him instead of him comforting me?" Chen Ming said, then turned his head to glare at the person who looked somewhat like a zoo animal.

The seawater stored within the ship's hold also constituted a form of pressure. Once exposed, it would inevitably rush out, and the resulting impact on the hull would be fatal. It could even cause a catastrophic list of the vessel due to uneven water flow, ultimately leading to the abandonment of the entire salvage operation.

[World] Feng Qingying: Listen up, the one who was cursing earlier—if you insult my wife's guild again, I will hunt you down and kill you every single time I see you.

This arrangement coincided seamlessly with the singer's performance strategy, allowing them to exchange experiences in this regard.

They simply could not do without Chi Jingxuan right now. Although Ye Linghui was in the company and, as the director, could do as she pleased, she still needed legitimate justifications and could not afford to leave any dirt for Ye Linghui to exploit. Therefore, she desperately needed Chi Jingxuan to help her secure her position as director.

When he was in primary school, he would trade leftover rice for ice pops; in middle school, he traded the rice saved from his weekly rations for puffed rice snacks.

Upon hearing Zhang Gong's descriptions of the advantages of breech-loading flintlock muskets, Xu Guangqi and Sun Yuanhua both sighed in amazement. Evidently, the shock of the breech-loaders had left them even more astonished by Western technology.

However, Elder Lu and Elder Nanhao disagreed, and as a result, the two factions of elders, at odds over their opinions, nearly came to blows once again.