Volume 1, Chapter 53: Not Daring to Make Her Public

Ji Yanli's face was terrifyingly gloomy, looking remarkably like he did back when he was confined to a wheelchair. Seeing this expression, Shu Xingruo felt as though a lifetime had passed. In those days, her entire world revolved solely around Ji Yanli, and her every thought and waking moment were consumed by how to make him happy.

Now, however, she remained completely unfazed by Ji Yanli's displeasure.

During the lunch break, He Xin forwarded a livestream clip of Shu Xingruo washing Su Rongze's hair to Ji Yanli, and the more he watched, the angrier he became.

When Shu Xingruo washed his hair at home, she had always been perfunctory and dismissive, not even caring when the shampoo got into his eyes. Yet when she washed Su Rongze's hair during the broadcast, she did it with meticulous care, accompanied by gentle and affectionate massages. As the two of them chatted, their mutual rapport was so palpable that they looked precisely like a couple deeply in love.

Ji Yan...

Yin Xiaofan looked to be in his twenties, yet he had a close friend who was sixty-eight years old. Did this imply he had been utterly incapable of making friends all these years?

Gu Yun thought: You believed your plan was foolproof, never imagining that this was actually a trap I set myself.

A flurry of thoughts flashed through the fox's mind. For her, this was a rather thorny and troublesome dilemma, so she stood up and walked downstairs.

The reality, however, was that the police could do nothing against them. Leaving aside the fact that a superior had specifically called to issue warnings, the mere presence of the heavily armed, fierce-looking men in the convoy trailing right behind them was enough to scare the wits out of anyone.

How desperately Song Min wished Wen Yan would make the slightest sound while eating, but alas, his upbringing was far too impeccable; he chewed slowly and thoroughly, making not a single noise.

At this thought, Ren Yunsheng felt a twinge of inward amusement, laughing at himself for generating such an absurd notion. He shook his head, lit a cigarette, and continued walking toward the four men.

Simultaneously, various artillery barrels of all lengths atop the city wall locked onto Wei Fan instantly, while several ion cannons near the city gates began charging their energy.

When he first met Song Min, Wen Yan merely thought that youth was a wonderful thing. Later on, Song Min's utter indifference and disdain gave him his first taste of frustration, driving him to constantly seek Song Min's attention. And later still, whenever he saw Song Min widen his eyes in surprise, his heart would instantly melt into a puddle of warmth.

"Ouch!" Lost in his recollection of their earlier conversation, Song Min was momentarily careless and twisted his ankle, tumbling straight into Wen Yan's arms.

Ren Yunsheng's roar surged violently, the azure light abruptly transforming into a mottled mixture of green and white, followed instantly by the white swallowing the green as his entire fist was enveloped in a brilliant, dazzling radiance.

"Starting from the 15th, the exams will last for about a week." Oh, oh, oh—just thinking about the exams gave her a headache; there were several courses where she hadn't even laid eyes on the professor.

"You flatter me, Eldest Young Master; we neither kill nor consume humans," a dainty, coquettish voice resonated from a corner.

Although he was not truly impotent now, what if one day he grew old, and he truly became incapable?

"How did you manage to find this place?" After a stretch of silence along the way, Chen Kuang finally spoke.

"Frighten her?" Leng Zhongguo swept his gaze across the room. Wherever his cold, sharp, and malevolent eyes landed, everyone shrank back, trembling and not daring to raise their heads; even Old Madam Leng was choked into silence, too terrified to utter a word.

On the jade stele, her name surged upward relentlessly, mercilessly surpassing countless cultivators far below.

Gradually, his breathing grew somewhat chaotic. The Taotie that had just devoured the divine cauldron was fast asleep, his elixir sea remained completely unresponsive, and the divine power within his meridians could no longer support his six senses and spiritual consciousness.

Consequently, for all these years, he had regarded her as a monster, step by step beginning to distance himself from her.

The more Ye Ke looked, the more vile he felt; the evidence of two betrayals was written all over him. He turned up his shirt collar, which was smudged with lipstick stains, and right beneath it lay a vivid red kiss mark—unmistakably imprinted only a short while ago.

Qin Wuji was ecstatic. Looking at Young Master Wang with a sudden warmth, he grabbed the young master's hand and eagerly introduced trusted subordinates like Qi Yunshan to him.

However, what awaited him was a frenzied, gigantic mammoth. At this moment, the mammoth displayed its invincible strength to the fullest; wherever it charged, the area instantly transformed into a forbidden zone. All opposing members were swatted away by its trunk, completely unstoppable.

Throughout the entire day, Chai Yuqing's state was abyssal, whereas Zhou Zehai's mood grew increasingly buoyant. He certainly hadn't anticipated that a severed hand would exert such a profound psychological impact on Chai Yuqing.

He possessed his own pride—a pride that forbade him from lowering his status to assist others, for he too had aspirations of his own that he wished to fulfill.

"Mu Xiaofeng, just you wait!" Fang Tianxing flung a nearly threatening warning at Mu Xiaofeng before turning around to stride out of the restaurant. Before leaving, he did not forget to cast a disdainful glare at Fang Yan.

At this critical juncture, Cheng Yonggang's reaction was swift. Guided by the momentum of the three-pronged grappling hook, he sensed Mu Xiaofeng's location. Although he could not actually see Mu Xiaofeng, he nonetheless opened fire in that direction. "Bang—bang—bang!" Cheng Yonggang fired three shots in rapid succession.

Hearing the commotion inside the room, Mu Xiaofeng finally gestured to Tang Qiwei, and the two of them stepped away from the doorway, heading together toward the third floor.

Down in the woods, Ye Lei and Uncle Li were observing everything unfolding on the dirt road. Although they could not hear the specific conversation, both of them knew that things were progressing smoothly.

On the morning of April 2nd, the commanders of the various units belonging to the former Iron-Blood Team had already arrived at the meeting venue.

Because the task Gao Lianying had assigned them was a genuinely difficult puzzle, every archer present secretly took aim with cautious precision, terrified of making even the slightest mistake.

For the First Route Army, everything depended on tonight. If they could capture Dunhua, all would be well; if they failed, they would be in deep trouble—and not just a little trouble, but catastrophic trouble.

Michael unleashed countless black, highly toxic iron-sand needles that shot forth furiously, violently colliding with the storm of weapons formed right before him.

"Good! Yi Si, go and test that Han Chinese warrior! Later on, I shall celebrate your victory!" Priest Liu smiled upon hearing this and gently patted the man on the shoulder.

"Thank you, thank you..." The moment he received the Coiled Dragon Pearl, Du Bo's emotions spiraled completely out of control once more, his mouth endlessly repeating expressions of gratitude, utterly unconcerned with the severe damage such violent emotional fluctuations might inflict upon his cultivation.

As he spoke, Yu's slender fingers twitched slightly, and the puppet of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, which had been floating behind him, instantly materialized before him. Presently, apart from the newly forged puppet of Otsutsuki Momoshiki, only the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan puppet remained devoid of a demonic law.

Bai Yu paid it no mind. In his previous life within the cultivation world, he had braved countless perilous domains and ancient ruins, having stepped foot into places far more hazardous than this.

Qi Yun did not feel particularly regretful. This magical treasure was naturally extraordinary, especially given that it was of immortal grade, having plundered the very essence of an entire world.

Although Lola Eyre and the members of the Silver Fox Guild were intensely concerned and deeply anxious about Lin Chengqi's subsequent movements...