Volume 1, Chapter 37: Ji Yanli, I am not as shameless as you.

Shu Xingruo did not wait for him to hang up the phone, instead, she loudly mocked, "Since when did President Ji become a doctor?" She did not mind that He Xin, on the other end of the line, could hear her.

Ji Yanli was startled by her unexpected outburst. He glared at Shu Xingruo, then said softly to He Xin, "You should rest now. I will come to see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself."

After hanging up, his gentleness vanished instantly, his face freezing over. He sat on the sofa and said in a harsh tone, "Shu Xingruo, provoking me will do you no good."

Shu Xingruo replied calmly, "If you are so spread thin, why not let Xuxu and me go? I'll make room for you two."

Ji Yanli stood up...

Tang Long watched the werewolf panting heavily on the ground not far away, feeling a secret sense of relief, yet he remained extremely tense.

Seeing the state of Duanyu, the Princess stopped insisting and returned to the Prince's residence with the others.

Zhan Jiu had never been to such a large shopping mall in her life. A thick, fragrant scent rushed toward her, and the unfamiliar environment, along with the faceless mannequins wearing clothes, left her feeling lost. She gripped Lu Zijun’s hand in unease.

"Still want to quibble?" Lu Yuanbai gave a light hum and ordered the guards to reenact the scene.

"This official is tracking a fugitive and has pursued him here. Did any injured man enter just now?" Zhong Jingsong’s gaze swept over the crowd, eventually settling on a pool of blood on the ground.

Before long, He Wu flew to the side of the 'He Wu' manifested from his own mental energy, the two spiraling and dancing around each other.

Thus, he took root in Wa and learned the secret arts of the Iga Ninja clan. By combining them with Central Plains martial arts, he forged a miraculous set of skills.

Huang Duo ignored Zeng Nuan, forcing herself to crawl toward Wang Lang. She gripped the man’s hand tightly, weeping and laughing at the same time.

If you commoners could decide everything, then what use would there be for the Emperor?

Lu Yuanbai did not give her the reaction she expected after hearing her report. She could not help but grow anxious, urging him repeatedly, nearly resorting to physical force.

Is there some conspiracy hidden behind him? Are the people from the Demon Realm organization plotting some secret?

"Go take a bath and get some sleep early," Leng Hanshang said, pressing down on Bai Qijin’s drowsy head.

"Hey, right, tell me the truth. Bai Qijin, you had exams a while ago—don't you feel anxious about rebuilding your presence online now?" Yi Ling-su suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Bai Qijin, who was buried in her food.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen sat in his private office, sunlight filtering through the blinds and casting dappled patterns on him. He looked down at the WeChat message sent by Ning Nuan.

Awakened, Ye Qingcheng was somewhat livelier than her sister. After booking a room next to Chen Xiao’s at the inn, the two began to tend to their own recovery.

Although he knew Hu Qiming’s early morning concern was genuine, he was quite annoyed. Damn it, following me into the cafeteria to fuss over me getting beaten up? Doesn't that just make me lose face in front of all my colleagues?

Though she didn't know what the commotion was about, it was still better than being cooped up in the yamen or the inn.

Ha, Tang Muye was a notorious sister-obsessed brother! The moment he came out, he would surely cling to Tang Wanwan. Thinking of this, Zhou Yanghui felt it was better to keep him inside.

Both academies were boarding schools; students could only go home on weekends and had to remain at school for study the rest of the time.

Chi Diyi spoke coldly, his expression indifferent, his astonishing ocular power fixed on the turtle and the dog in front of him.

In this world where martial artists run rampant, every veteran martial artist knows that the future belongs to the young, while the past belonged to them. Since the past is gone, it is best not to offend young people with talent and resources; otherwise, they will surely fall at the hands of the youth they once provoked.

"I'm fine." The young man with his head bowed replied in a gentle voice. He walked forward slowly and, with ruthless indifference, pulled his long sword from the corpse of the demon warrior, sneering amidst the thick, bloody mist.

Hearing such news suddenly, one’s subconscious reaction is that it must be a conspiracy. After being here for so long without a single lead, a gap suddenly appears—one cannot help but be suspicious.

However, the only silver lining was that the eccentric man seemed extremely confident in himself; he casually released his grip on the scalpel, letting Zhou Yu fly backward under the force of the momentum.

A voice rang out in the silence. Xu Shu’er felt as if her body were filled with lead, unable to move even a single finger. What was going on?

"I have failed you all; I am sorry." Yun Yi’s dark eyes remained fixed on the soldiers consumed by the roaring flames. Although he was physically unscathed, the inner agony made him empathize with that searing heat.

However, before his palm could touch the gate, the shattered Dao patterns on it emitted an strange luster, and a terrifying energy surged forth, lashing out directly.

In the eyes of others, farming was surely something to be disdained. "Of all pursuits, farming is the lowliest." What future could there be in farming?

Chang Lin thought that once he reached adulthood and could move out of the manor, he would surely make his courtyard lively. Just like Tang Bohu, he would not only find beautiful maids for the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, but he would surpass him by adding concubines named Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum. Only then would his life be truly lived.

He held a homemade, old-fashioned pistol in his hand. This type of firearm dated back to before World War III; it had a low rate of fire, heavy recoil, and lacked automatic calibration or targeting assistance. It was difficult to control and prone to missing, which meant that people in the past had to practice for a long time before they could use such weapons.

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with an unspeakable sorrow when Ruan Wu could not see him.

The two left the restaurant, and as they departed, Rui Mengmeng greeted the two customers who returned every day.

Unifying the direction of the attack served two purposes: on one hand, it prevented friendly fire or mutual interference; on the other, it allowed them to focus more energy on fighting the grey wolves, avoiding distraction by other matters.

As time passed, Wei Yue became more and more proficient. The initial shock faded, and he became adept at the task.

Such a porcelain-doll-like youth—it was no wonder he was loved by so many. After all, in this world, people always judge by appearances first.

Moreover, in addition to their knowledge from future generations, the lords had the most powerful cheat of all—the Lord’s Forum.

Yu Fan, just born, did not possess a legendary "golden finger." Like any other newborn, he could only wail, his half-closed eyes peering through tiny slits at this world so different from the last.

This feeling was quite marvelous, because every day Wang Xiu felt he was making progress. The three games of League of Legends he played daily were the best proof of that.