Volume One, Chapter 54: Attending the Engagement Ceremony

Wen Xuyu sat at the dining table, reaching up to touch her swollen lips, unable to resist shooting the man across from her a glare. If he were a loan shark, she thought, he’d make the global rich list in just one day! Bian Xunzhou seemed to sense her resentment, the corners of his thin lips curving ever so slightly, wholly unconcerned by her discomfort.

He pushed his plate of meat toward her with casual indifference. “Your stamina is terrible. Eat more.” You can’t even handle a twenty-minute kiss—what will you do in the future?

Wen Xuyu: “?”

Her stamina was poor? Back when she learned taekwondo, three boys together couldn’t best her, but when faced with Bian Xunzhou, she...

“Why do you say that? Did Meng Junmao do anything suspicious during the insurance process, or did his attitude seem off?” Tang Guo thought Wang He’s question had come out of nowhere.

As soon as these words were spoken, at least half of the people in the meeting room sided with the Second Elder—it was obvious they were his people.

“No, it’s daytime right now.” The moment his hand slipped inside her clothes, Mu Xuefu snapped back to herself, shyly grabbing Jing Rong’s hand. A blush bloomed across her face, resplendent as the evening clouds. That sense of anticipation, anxiety, and reluctance to let go constantly tugged at both of them—bashful, yet unable to part.

The captain of this military camp was clearly an NPC, his name and title displayed. It was yet another sign of their disdain for us. When he saw someone crossing the bridge, the captain grinned, waved his hand, and had dozens of subordinates block the way, while the vice-captain stepped forward to question us.

This was, of course, for the benefit of the Four Directions Company’s staff watching on-site—meant to create the illusion that Li Tianyi had survived thanks to him, thus concealing the truth that he’d actually revived the already dead Li Tianyi.

Luo Fan writhed in agony, but with a towel stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t cry out. He could only channel the pain into biting down hard on the cloth.

Mu Xuefu gave her a helpless glare. “Say one more word and I’ll sew your mouth shut.” Jing Rong was handsome, and she’d lost herself for a moment or two, but it was nothing more than simple admiration—he could not enter her heart.

The very discovery—even if not yet confirmed—put me in high spirits. Smiling from ear to ear, I climbed into bed and fell asleep. Thus, Daxiong spent half the day patiently recounting his experiences. Especially at the critical moment, describing how the nuclear bomb was launched in the Gluttonous Cosmos—everyone listened, tense with suspense.

Everyone present was shocked, their eyes wide as they stared at me as if I were some kind of immortal.

Even after knowing each other for years and having slept together a few times for various reasons, Lisa still thought it was nothing more than a physical need, not anything as grand as love.

Yeh Jiaoyi, wearing a seductive low-cut evening dress, burst out of the bar, hailed a car with a wave, and Daniel was already behind the wheel. The car sped off into the night.

Long Fei withdrew his hand and looked at the giant dragon and the dragon turtle, his eyes meaningful. This was a warning to the two beasts: if you harbor any more thoughts, well...

Who did this guy think he was, commanding a majestic dragon so righteously?

At the very instant the alien leader retreated, a sound finally emanated from its body—a series of sharp, cracking noises.

Kangxi smiled again and sighed softly. He, of course, understood everything, but he couldn’t bear to say it outright, sticking to Yin’s script. But it was no surprise that Su Li, having become involved, would grasp the full situation. Otherwise, she would not have resolved herself to die.

Lin Feng took the book and saw four large, elegant characters on the cover, feeling quite satisfied.

Madam Lu turned around and saw a handsome young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six at the doorway. He wore a tassel cap with an exquisite hairpin, a green gauze robe, and held a gold-flecked fan, the very picture of elegance and rare beauty. Madam Lu stared at him, feeling he looked awfully familiar, but couldn’t recall where she’d seen him before.

As for Su Mo, after finishing her call, she remained lost in thought, chin propped on one hand, the other idly stroking Lucky’s fur as her mind wandered far away.

As the totem poured into his body, all the venomous snakes instantly transformed into streaks of evil light, rushing into him.

She saw Su Chen sitting cross-legged, deep in meditation, yet instead of breaking through, his expression grew graver by the minute.

Just as Lin Yu stood up and stretched, the system’s voice sounded in his mind.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Sumei’s eyes instantly reddened at her son’s words. She thought of the boy who once needed his parents’ protection—he had truly grown up.

“Your Majesty, the states of Zhao and Wei will never wish to see our Su Immortal Dynasty destroy Qi and dominate the East.”

Su Daqiang seemed to have some martial arts training, but not much. Two ruthless servants pinned him down so tightly he couldn’t move.

After the Ji family’s people departed, the officials from the Court of Judicial Review followed with several carriages in tow, there to transport the betrothal gifts.

Jiang Qingyue no longer avoided Chunhua Qiushi. Though she didn’t yet fully trust the Emperor, she knew that keeping her distance would only anger him further.

He Qinqin listened to Aunt Ling and was filled with deep doubt and confusion. Wasn’t her biological father lost in an avalanche?

He squatted by the door, unconcerned by the cold, chatting with Nian Miao as he waited for them to return.

This innovative esports team had only five professional members: Captain Shao Ze, character name Feng Ze, and the others—Liao Yu, gunslinger Jack, Zhao Xijin, and Dayout.

Thus, human nature is malleable, trustworthy, useful, and controllable. Since awakening from his three-day coma, Zhao Si began to expand his operations, delegating much and allowing others to handle many matters.

With that, Su Luoyi picked out a little, dabbed it on her lips, and blended it in.

Soon, Su Luoyi returned. She first showed the prey to the Emperor for his approval and, after receiving a few words of praise, brought the silver fox to Mo Yu’s side.

Guan Han wanted to find Su Luoyi, but she always managed to evade him—he sensed she was deliberately avoiding him.

Li Zexuan felt it was necessary to explain the difference between theory and practice to Old Li, and perhaps change the notion that Li Er had long held dear.

After class, Ye Qiu pulled his phone from his desk, ready to kill some time. Other classmates either headed for the restroom or went out for a stroll.

“What is it?” Su Luoyi wanted to ask what had happened, but the moment she spoke, her throat burned as if aflame.