Traveler 56-4

Yuchi Jin was well aware that Ye Muyao was unable to speak at this moment, but how to feed her was indeed a major problem. The snow lotus powder was far too precious to waste; if this opportunity was missed, it might never come again. So, he hesitated.

"Young Master Lin, you truly jest," Wan Ling said with a calm, composed smile. She tugged the reins and nudged her horse forward.

Yu Wan smiled. "Perhaps, if you explain these things to the judge, she might consider reducing your sentence." Still, Yu Wan remained unmoved.

"Brother Emperor, the person has been captured. Please instruct us," Prince Qi said as he walked to the doorway.

"If I’m not mistaken, those two prodigies in Paris must have taught him, am I right?" Liang Xuechen raised an eyebrow, asking Yangyang with self-assured confidence.

As soon as Shi Haodong saw Du Qing’s dagger knocked away, he no longer held back. He halted his massive broadsword, fixed his gaze on Du Qing, and shouted, "Du Qing, let’s settle our scores!" With that, he leapt forward, hacking down with relentless force.

Yu Wan stood up from her chair and took several steps back. When someone is determined to pick a fight with you, nothing you say is right. In fact, it was because of Yu Wan that Madam Leng was hospitalized, and after finally being revived, the moment she opened her eyes to see Yu Wan’s face again, she nearly passed out from anger.

Although New Moon City was like spring all year round, it was still the first month of the lunar year; the mountains produced no wild vegetables or mushrooms during this season, so nobody ventured toward the hills.

Blood Eagle proceeded to introduce the other four men, briefly summarizing their backgrounds. Their status under Brother Hui was equivalent to Blood Eagle’s, only slightly below Hua Zi. Each was a formidable fighter and managed one of Brother Hui’s enterprises, commanding anywhere from several dozen to over a hundred men.

I found a new job. Amid the pale yellow willows and fresh greenery, I slowly pieced together my shattered heart. The sky over Beijing would not change for anyone, but being able to live under the same blue expanse as Ziyue, breathing the same air, was enough—even if we could not touch, I was content.

Zhou Yi: And if you don’t participate, your fortune is already far less than the rest of us. This is a great opportunity—if you’re still unwilling to take part...

The stands erupted as if an explosion had gone off; the tidal wave of cheers left everyone’s ears ringing. Even many Irish supporters screamed wildly.

Li Yusha hadn’t expected her third brother to return with Ou Yan. Could it be that when he said he had errands, he was actually going to find Ou Yan?

"I watched several videos by various creators, and most of them rated this film very poorly—how interesting." Yang Ruoqian skimmed through, then selected a well-liked film reviewer and clicked on their latest upload.

Qi Zhang plopped down on the bed and began reflecting as he stared at the homepage of Kuiguang Group on his computer.

The two deputy generals exchanged glances, a trace of unease in their hearts. Yet, the arrow was already nocked—they could not turn back now.

The server had no idea that the man speaking was Zhang Li. He was only worried that some customer was ignorant of the rules and had dared to compete with Taishan for attention. He wanted to remind him, so he suggested he remove the towel from his face and take a good look at Taishan, lest he cause trouble.

After going to the hospital, he had no intention of calling the police. He knew full well Ye Fei’s power in Haijin City, and the recklessness of his managers. He feared that if he reported to the police, Ye Fei’s men would ensure he never left the city.

He always liked to fall asleep holding her, just like now—clinging tightly, as if their souls could merge.

No one but Li Han knew what had happened in the past, or what might happen in the future.

Meanwhile, in a famous high-rise office building, a man in his early thirties, dressed in a metallic-gray suit and silver-framed glasses, stood out. His features were not especially handsome, but he possessed an unmistakable charisma.

Her steps seemed oddly familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite recall where I’d seen them before.

Seeing Lu Xiyan so limp and weak, Lu Tingchuan couldn’t help but chuckle softly. His large hand gently caressed her back, delighting in the feel of her skin.

In Yu Linxuan’s words, though he understood medicine, he was no omnipotent healer. For something as technical as dental work, it was better to trust a specialist.

Then, in a drunken rage, he returned and lashed out at her, accusing her of everything—claiming she only did these things to seduce him.

"This is my business. You need not interfere." Fu Yeqing’s cold, sharp gaze fixed on Shen Yingrong, his expression indifferent, his tone laced with warning—and a hint of anger.

I just couldn’t understand why Han Qi was telling me all this history. What did it have to do with the Eternal Demon Empress?

Fang Yong and Long Wu exchanged helpless glances. So, we’re just standing here at dawn to watch you two show off your affection?

She deliberately mentioned a hot spring in the mountains, and each day, he’d go out to bathe there, only returning after changing his clothes. So what?

Looking up, the sky in my dream was a sickly shade of gray and black. There was no sun, no moon, no day or night—not even a single star.

Making such a move was a declaration of war against the world’s guardians. Qing Yi would never show weakness; she swiftly activated the Genesis Restructuring, turning her short carbine back into its original hand cannon.

In the hospital at that moment, Chu Xiuying and Jiang Zhixing hovered anxiously by the bedside, waiting for Jiang Ru to wake.

After hanging up, Han Zhuo and I hailed a cab and headed to a hotel. Though it didn’t compare to Triumph Mansion in Nanzhou, its grand entrance and amenities were impressive. Besides the usual parking lot, there was a stone forest garden, and at the gateway, three large characters were carved: "Yuehui Tower."

"Heh, Junior Zhao, you’re really something. You knew already, yet you still asked me." Old Sha laughed like a silly eighteen-year-old and even playfully punched Mu Yang in the chest, making Director Yu and Yang Fan shudder with discomfort.

But how could I have known back then that none of it mattered? So, I just evolved into a hopeless suitor. Thinking back now, I can’t help but laugh.