Volume One, Chapter 45: Taking the Three Treasures Out to Eat and Running into Lu Junshen

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Although Li Shiyong liked her very much, he valued his friends greatly. Whenever a friend called, no matter the matter—be it business or leisure—Li Shiyong would always accompany them. Li Kemeng thought that since Fu Tingshen was undertaking such a significant venture in the entertainment company, named after Lin Xiaoxiao, Lin Xiaoxiao should be aware of it. However, to her surprise, Lin Xiaoxiao knew nothing, leaving Li Kemeng at a loss for words.

“No, no, no,” Chiyangguo immediately shook his head, then cast a meaningful glance at Bingjiao, silently thinking that once they reached the Tower of Desolation, Bingjiao would have no choice but to become a laborer. Upon hearing this, Lin Wanwan’s eyes widened in shock, hardly able to believe what Lin Xiaoxiao had just said.

“What? Nine million ghost silver? So little?” Wu Kaoshan feigned disdain, though, in truth, he had about the same amount on him. “The one who should leave is…” Fubo stepped forward, his presence overwhelming. Just as he was about to speak, Wu Chen stopped him.

At the beginning of last year, when Li Ke ascended the throne, the people sought stability. Therefore, the border remained quiet. Now that Li Ke has firmly secured the throne, and with Goguryeo failing to pay tribute this year, Li Ke’s resolve to kill has only intensified.

She then offered a graceful bow, tears welling in her eyes. Her once radiant gaze had dimmed profoundly.

Xi suddenly covered her face, muttering in shame, “I actually gave his clothes to… if others find out, I’ll be… oh, how humiliating!” At that moment, Bi Yuntao pulled her back.

Pushing Fu Tingshen with some force, he staggered back two steps. Lin Xiaoxiao seized the opportunity to leave the windowsill.

That evening, Aunt Zhang prepared a table full of delicious dishes. Xiaxia dragged the fast-asleep Zhou Han up for dinner. Having spent the entire day with her without eating, if he were to fall ill with a stomach condition or enteritis, she would never forgive herself.

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“Cough, cough…” The Fourth Princess’s face turned pale. She had thought Feng Qi was just a delicate herbalist like herself but never imagined she possessed such terrifying destructive power.

It’s not that I don’t want to meet Sun Shangxiang, but I don’t know in what capacity or how to approach her. That cruel remark she made to me back in Eastern Wu still haunts me. She doesn’t acknowledge me as her son; how then can I acknowledge her as my mother?

After resting, they resumed taking photos, and this time, the shots were exquisite. Xiao Fang’s smile sparkled warmly under the gentle sun.

It wasn’t a fixed decision, but the tortoise was determined, resolute as iron, to bring Xiao Feng into the “Reincarnation Space” and make him a “Reincarnation Warrior.”

“Heh, I didn’t expect your foundation to remain the same. Looks like I overrated you,” the Executor said coldly. Then he continued to gather energy as more undead spirits drifted out from his body, forming one black energy field after another around him.

At this moment, Bai Qi stood with his back to the moonlight. The cold, pale moonlight poured over him, making his silver-white hair gleam with a sorrowful, eerie glow that echoed the chill of the moon hanging in the sky. Yet his face was partially hidden in shadow, leaving only a vague outline visible.

Zhou Han removed one hand from the steering wheel and scratched his head, wondering how to explain this without sounding jealous—even to himself.

Meanwhile, under Bai Qi’s covert orchestration, everything unfolding in the Apricot Forest followed Bai’s grand design. Eventually, Xiao Feng confronted Kang Min with his deepest and final question: Why do you hate me, Qiao Feng, so deeply?

She turned her body toward him, wrapping her arms around his lean waist encased in military uniform.

Years later, when Ye Tian recalled his first encounter with Lin Xian’er, it still felt like a dream—a dream he never wished to wake from.

Yu Meng spoke these words with pride, likely not lying. Since he claimed I was no match for his eldest brother, that elder must be a supreme master. As for the Four Rabbit Stars, could they be his subordinates?

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As a child, my mind was filled only with Mount Da’ao, the five-colored lanterns, and the long-awaited sugar-coated lotus seeds. I never noticed the mist gathering in my mother’s eyes.

“So this tea is specially sold to newcomers?” Qian Yun Yue suddenly understood. Simply strengthening one’s body might be ineffective for the continent’s natives, but for newcomers like them, it held great appeal.

At that moment, three burly men wielding AK74 rifles, their killing intent sharp, chased after Huang Li. They stopped about ten meters ahead, waiting for him to leave.

But what he was doing went beyond this. He knew that the true test awaited him—the tempering of the seed of his inner demon.

“Elder! Don’t stop me! I must avenge my master!” Hua Tian’s eyes were bloodshot with hatred as he roared almost madly.

“But, Ah Li, she called me an old witch, implying I seduced you. How could I endure such insult? You must stand up for me!” Mu Ke’s face was full of grievance, her fair skin glistening with sweat after the quarrel.

Ling Ziyan lowered her head in silence, seemingly deep in thought. After a few minutes, she appeared to have made up her mind, lifting her head to appraise Qian Yun Yue from head to toe.