Volume 1, Chapter 23: I Will Solo You Within One Minute!

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat, just about to speak, when Ai Mu turned and fled in terror.

"You knew he was trouble, so you acquired this company, yet you still insist on keeping me in the dark?" He Lan Jin said coldly, watching him walk toward her, closing the distance step by step.

Ai Mu dared not dwell on it. Seeing Si Junhao staring intently at her face, she felt both embarrassed and annoyed, with nowhere to hide. Resigned, she buried her face into his chest, refusing to look up.

"That's because I didn't have money for the fare, so I told him to wait here for us, so you could pay it." Indeed, Wei Renwu was wearing nothing but a bathrobe; how could he possibly have a cent on him to pay for a ride?

Zhao Yuyi's hands trembled slightly, his eyes bloodshot as he scanned the crowd, his gaze finally settling on Leader Chen.

The single question "Why?" struck like a bolt of lightning, sending a jolt of terror through the technical experts present.

Tang Jixian lay in the thick grass, peering through his binoculars, observing every move on the mountaintop diagonally opposite him.

Ai Mu glanced down at her, forcing a smile, determined not to let those large patches of pink affect her.

Suddenly, my wrist was gripped. I quickly looked at the man beside me. After a month apart, he remained unchanged, as if nothing could ever bring him down; his expression was cold and detached.

Judging by this incident, Mu Mu’s martial arts skills are quite impressive—certainly more than enough to protect herself.

"White? Were they spots, or scars?" Yun Jiuzhe couldn't make it clear for a long time. After all, for a simpleton to remember such details was truly remarkable; this could be considered an important clue.

P.S.: Regarding the mention of street racing in the previous chapter, no racing, thank you. I am not the person I used to be; that racing skill was just a whimsical impulse.

Yu Shu stepped off the carriage, smoothed the wrinkles on her sleeves, glanced at the dazed Xue Songzhi, and slowly walked forward.

At this moment, Bai Shan was half-kneeling at the city gate, one hand bracing her body with her sword, the other clutching an iron chain, with two long spears still embedded in her back.

Practicing martial arts to strengthen oneself makes one increasingly inclined to disregard other external factors during the process.

"Where is this place?" Perfected Master Lian Haiyuan was extremely surprised; they had never reached this area when they previously entered the tomb of the Longmu Demon King.

The Sect Mistress and Yu Yanran exchanged a glance. As members of the Canglang Star branch of the Dragon Soul Palace, both naturally knew Long Qingchen’s identity. However, it was hard for them to believe his claim of having surpassed the attainments of a nine-star immortal alchemist, and they suspected he might be boasting.

"Hmph! These people have a death wish. Trying to harm Young Master Lu? We should just kill them!" Han Zhen snorted coldly, his youthful face filled with hatred.

Lu Mengyao’s eyes widened, her face flushed red as a sunset, and she looked around the park in a panic, terrified that someone might pass by.

I said, which elder in your family could bear to let you suffer in the mountains? Since your family doesn't care about you anyway, why not stay here? Let your Brother Fatty stew rabbit meat for you every day?

Walking up to the "Purple Gold Two-Handed Greatsword," Nan Mu pulled it from the ground. There was not a trace of dejection on his dark, soot-covered face.

Afterward, I called Chen Yun and told her that Fatty and I were planning to switch careers and go into the legitimate antique business. But since we don't know much about the trade and are still inexperienced, could you come over when you have time to help us out?

However, the puzzle in the fourth box was a bit difficult, so they kept circling around it and never found the fifth one.

Everyone originally thought the matter had ended there, but a Weibo post by Tan Qingwen, which seemed to accuse Xie Linchen, brought the two back into the spotlight.

It’s no wonder he doesn't remember her; he makes dozens of calls a day, so naturally, he wouldn't know which is which.

The reporter who asked the question felt a chill on his scalp, only then realizing his question seemed overly direct. Just as he was about to force a laugh and try to brush it off—

On the other side, Xie Youwei, having recovered from his initial stupor, felt malice surging in his eyes.

Linda promised Karl last year that she would no longer serve as his assistant and would join the talent development program. However, because she could not work full-time, the position was difficult to arrange. Ultimately, after consulting her, Karl transferred her to McDonald's first, with plans to reassign her according to the development program once she graduates.

Zhang Zhirou had just been horrified by what Caidie had said, and seeing Hai Yuanzheng suddenly appear here, she stared at him, stunned.

However, the mere fact that his previous moves were infused with demonic energy had already aroused the suspicions of the many heroes below. If he were to forcefully unleash demonic energy, he might be branded an outcast, so Li Tianyou did not want to use it unless absolutely necessary.

Thus, Fu Can bought wine—twenty-year-old vintage—and went along his way, singing loudly, drifting between drunkenness and sobriety. He crossed rivers and climbed mountains, traversed villages and towns, his sword cutting through the wind, turning red to white, and white back to red again.

"Where is Wang Bin? Don't you usually spend a lot of time together?" Teacher Duan asked softly, though there was a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Fu Can’s soul raced frantically forward. He didn't know what state he was in; he only wanted to run, to escape this state of being a soul.

Seeing Jiang Lan’s poor complexion, the Nine-Heaven Flying Fox knew he had touched a nerve, and this time, he dared not say another word.

Moreover, now that there was a Soul-Nurturing Flower in her spirit sea, Tang Xiao’s spirit sea had expanded more than twice its size before the damage.

Neither of them could move their arms; the slightest touch caused excruciating pain. Yet, they could no longer care about that, for Shi Hanyan had suddenly attacked again. At this moment, the cold energy on Shi Hanyan’s hands was even more intense, and her face looked somewhat purple due to the cold.

Longxiang Manor is located in Dujiangyan, Sichuan, covering a full forty hectares. It is the residence of Sichuan’s richest man, Zhang Longxiang.

Everything between myself and Liu Qi, and even the mess I had been in during this time, was intertwined with this man—the man who had once created legends at Lidu No. 1 High School, the man who had passed away, yet had changed the world.