Volume 1, Chapter 42: Lu Xuaniyan felt as though her heart were being scorched by fire.

Yet his deep love was merely because she looked identical to Xu Qingtian. When he slept with her... she felt such agony that she simply gave up trying to recall those memories.

"Su Yuyang, what on earth are you trying to say?" Ling Miao pressed his back against the wall, waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal before he began to ponder Su Yuyang's words.

Familiar words, familiar voice—Su Yuyang didn't even need to turn his head to picture the expression on Ling Miao's face. Su Yuyang also knew that whatever followed this question would invariably be a rapid-fire barrage of words. Therefore, he remained silent, waiting until Ling Miao started gasping for breath before he would speak—a lesson he had learned through the time spent with Ling Miao.

Natasha felt the same way. This matter was not solely Mindy's responsibility; she bore a share of the blame as well. If only she had stopped Mindy a little earlier, things would never have escalated to this extent.

Park Jung-hee nodded, her tears now falling like broken beads, pattering softly onto the hem of her skirt.

Qin Fangbai fetched the car, only to find Su Wuyang looking absent-minded once again, which left him slightly dazed. It wasn't until they returned home—while Su Wuyang was giving Chenchen a bath and Luoluo was pestering Qin Fangbai for a bedtime story—that he managed to extract some of the reasons from Luoluo.

The eldest uncle, Jiang Yanheng, let out a long sigh of relief. Ever since New Year's Day, he had been rushing everywhere trying to banquet people, pulling strings, and seeking favors, desperate to leave the Prince Jing's Estate as soon as possible and find a better assignment.

Taking advantage of the brief window while Professor Delgado and Professor Douglas were putting on their climbing harnesses, Mathis and the others lowered several massive mountaineering backpacks first.

Perhaps there were things that had been imperceptibly altered, changes that Yang Hua had never noticed all along.

As the words faded, Shui Roubing took the lead and galloped forward, followed closely by the dozens of riders charging out of the military camp together.

I turned back, preparing to retrace my steps. Yet the moment I turned around, I discovered several more dark silhouettes appearing behind me. Each one glared with eerie green eyes, standing right in my path and along both sides of the road, effectively cutting off my retreat.

Bai Tianxing proceeded to describe the strange fish he had encountered along the way, harboring a lingering sense that these creatures might prove useful.

Ever since this giant of a man became a disciple under Chen Xiyi, even Zhao Xian had not seen him since. Now, two years later, Gu Pingsheng had re-emerged upon the world. As for what realm the innate martial arts prodigy—whom Chen Xiyi had praised as the "world's contemporary human butcher"—had reached in his martial arts, no one could say for certain.

Different tiers could yield different styles, making it extremely convenient for cashing in or whatever else might come later.

With a few swift strides, he slightly angled his body, swept his hand downward, and whipped it forward following his instinct. The stone shot forward fiercely.

His hometown in another world lay right beside the Huai River. No one understood better than him how perfectly suited the plains of the Jiang-Huai fertile lands were for agriculture. In fact, this region encompassed the majority of the lands of the later Henan and Anhui provinces.

Amidst the chatter, several more squads of Qiang tribesmen rushed out from the mountain thickets. Wielding a bizarre assortment of weapons such as caltrops, spiked clubs, wooden mallets, and iron rakes, and shouting strange battle cries, they charged toward the fortress.

Human beings always harbor cowardice when facing the unknown, let alone under circumstances such as this.

Taking advantage of the moment when he slammed his back into Stones, leaving the defender dazed and unresponsive, Li Qingshan seized the opportunity to turn, bringing the ball directly facing the goal.

"Really? Am I dressed that strangely today?" Sensing the joke in her son's tone, Mu Xin looked over toward Jiang Yimiao.

Furthermore, during his time in the devilish training camp, Zhang Fan had been completely obsessed with stat enhancements.

"I want to eat the pork buns and century egg with lean pork congee from the time-honored Li Family shop in the southern part of the city," the voice of the Black Impermanence echoed once again.

"That's not necessarily true. Whatever Jiang Tao owed you over the years should be more than paid for by now—a house, a car, and your massive debts. I imagine that even if he grew up in an orphanage back then, he might be living much more comfortably now," Ye Lan said coldly.

I turned my head to look at him in bewilderment, failing to understand his meaning or what he intended to do. The smile on his face deepened, exuding a sinister wickedness.

Having temporarily switched to the solo training model, Li Liang asked Jiong Jiong to repeatedly replay his most recent penalty kick practice on the big screen.

When Yu Huang reached this point, his emotions turned somewhat despondent. He simply had no way to resolve this matter; cultivation could never happen overnight. Even if one could leap to the top in a single bound, such progress would likely stall permanently from that point onward.

Li Liang suddenly reached out his arms, embracing Xiaoyu around her back and legs, and lifted her horizontally in front of him.

She hadn't looked down while on the airplane just now, but upon landing, she inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity and warmth toward this country.

Lu Tangtang had thought Yu Sen was genuinely kind enough to cheer for Wen Ruihang, but once Wen Ruihang started doing push-ups, Lu Tangtang realized how naive she had been.

Fortunately, the two of them merely "harbored feelings yet observed propriety," never crossing any boundaries. Even those few encounters had been mere coincidences. Such a dynamic left outsiders with no room to meddle or expose them.

Through a mix of coercion and enticement, Linglong finally forced Xia沫沫 onto the rope ladder. Once she climbed to the top of the wall, with Ye Yuntian steadying her, she descended the rope ladder on the other side.