46 Time-Travel to the Qing Dynasty (46)

After packing the pork, Zhang Yu and Wang Jiujin left. Wang Jiujin’s steps were slightly slow, and his gaze somewhat restless, as if the two were sneaking around doing something secretive.

Lan Yanxi trembled uncontrollably, leaning back against the man’s shoulder, closing her eyes to savor his gentle touch.

The scene resembled a monochrome ink painting, where he stood as a solitary, refined gentleman, detached from the world.

Watching Zhang Hailong stride toward the van, Dai Feng turned sharply and dashed into the pouring rain, running to the van, opening the door, soaked through, and climbed inside.

“Yoyo, did you overhear anything important?” Liu Xi, noticing her furrowed brow moments ago, asked curiously.

Usually, when one crosses the Grand Master, most would be pale with fear, kneeling to beg for mercy, for his status alone could annihilate you with a mere flick of his finger. Yet this young lady seemed dazed, lost without direction, yet every word she spoke hit the mark.

He was the one who initially lured His Majesty over, yet afterward sought out the Han family disciple. What was the true intention behind such behavior?

Yuan Hong once said that those who meet him during these two rounds of trials could request a favor from him in the future.

Her swordsmanship was divine, but the opponent before her was not a cultivator but an invulnerable talisman sword. At this rate, Ji Qingyu was trapped with no escape.

Zhao Hao moved slowly toward the corpse and saw Liu Tianqi in the building opposite. It was clear the other had seen him and was waving.

Luo Daier was gripped by panic, wanting to call for help but unable to speak, trying to flee but bound to a pillar, utterly immobile.

Xia Nuan bit her lip silently and got out of the car. As Ye Shichen sped away through the night, Xia Nuan’s tears welled up fiercely.

Once they fell into the river, they would scream once and instantly become skulls sinking to the bottom.

Facing death with calm detachment marked either a sage, someone who had let go, a person utterly disgusted with the mortal world, or perhaps someone driven by passion to sacrifice themselves for some grand ideal... Du Zhen was none of these.

At the mention of Tianhai City, all the prodigies’ eyes lit up, a surge of immense desire and excitement instantly apparent.

The sleeper’s eyes snapped open, confused, stunned, then delighted. That stunning face finally broke into a smile, chilling to the bone for no apparent reason.

No matter what, we must make him feel as if the entire audience is displeased with him, and I am the foolish one singled out.

Xu Xiaxi stared at the disconnected call, still stunned. It took her a while to realize that Fu Lichen had rejected her proposal to work together.

Li Wei’s words were puzzling, but Li Yu understood. Combined with the morning’s ethereal state, it was undoubtedly Liu Xiaoli coming to find them.

He hurriedly picked up the laptop from the ground and found the addresses of the four people, handing them to Qin Wuming.

When I woke again, my head throbbed fiercely, as if battered violently.

Gu Lie had no patience to listen to the two bickering and immediately spoke to them. The two were surprised by his words, their anger simmering.

“Socialism with Chinese characteristics? How do you explain that? Isn’t communism and socialism a universal scientific system? Why differentiate by nation or region?” Wei Yechou asked in confusion.

Chang Sheng thought he could just pick some unfamiliar item from his spatial ring as a gift. Although Qingyun Immortal seemed celestial, Chang Sheng sensed her deep cunning. Besides, he aimed to unify the cultivation world, and Qingyun Sect was his first obstacle, so he preferred to avoid entanglements.

“Did you hear something?” A group of boys were debating the intrinsic blood flame the fire lizard had just spewed when Liu Keke pricked up her ears at a strange sound.

Zhong Huixin’s face was as red as a ripe apple, her body stiff, teeth clenched, afraid to move or speak, dreading some strange occurrence.

“Heh, I just don’t want anyone to interfere with my thoughts or dictate what I should do,” Chang Sheng said, uncertain of Jia Hu’s meaning but guessing he was probing his ultimate goal.

Ever since the incident with Ye Lang, Meisha had been completely thrown into chaos, contrary to her former resolute beliefs.

After the fierce gusts scattered the wind blades and swords, they didn’t fly far but hovered around the large black rat.

Sister Tan suddenly burst into wild laughter over the phone. Realizing I had been played, I tried to reason with her, but she hung up. When I called again, she refused to answer.

Lu Jinyang turned in surprise, seeing a man with sharply defined features and muscular shoulders exposed, exuding robust masculinity.

“I knew it was you. Didn’t I say she can’t drink?” Mu Yingchen shot a cold glance.

Before she could identify who pulled her away or understand the situation, a sudden force dragged her toward the side door, accompanied by Yin Junyu’s voice filled with ambiguous emotion.

Guan Ju’er had assumed Fan Shengmei, who had been in Haishi City for years with wide connections, would have acquaintances at the hospital to rely on. She only needed to remind Fan Shengmei at moments of stress. Unexpectedly, Fan Shengmei needed Qu Xiaoxiao’s help.

The next day’s entertainment headlines were flooded with news of Luo Ange and Lei Zhiyi spending a passionate night at the hotel. Some remarkably resourceful paparazzo even caught them kissing on the balcony of the 28th floor.

At the sight of the Wuju Sword Saint, Exile Blade, and Shadow Flow Lord nearly entering harvest mode...

“You just secretly drank the fine wine. Why does your face look like the sunset?” Sikong Yan’s rosy face bore a hint of sarcasm. Perhaps his own drinking softened his usual sharp demeanor.

The frontier’s harsh climate cooled rapidly after Mid-Autumn Festival, and the academy was given a holiday.

Xiao Zitian had never seen Mu Yingchen like this—a mad beast, heedless of everything.

At the stairs, Yang Ming and Zhao Hai parted ways: Zhao Hai to visit his father, Yang Ming to see what exactly this Pierce wanted to say.

Gong Liangfen, once hailed as a genius, suffered a crushing defeat in the last competition. His resolve to cultivate was shaken, possibly never to reach the path of enlightenment.