Chapter 44: What a Madman!

Lu Zheng did not open the video immediately. He slipped his phone back into his pocket, turned around, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Gu Yao. The clean elevator doors reflected two figures whose auras contrasted sharply. The man was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, leaning back against the elevator wall. He wore a black, high-necked casual short-sleeve shirt, which lent him an air of sharp yet effortlessly lazy relaxation. The woman wore a matching black, high-necked sleeveless long dress. The dress was impeccably tailored, accentuating her slender, graceful waist.

He Lang felt a jolt of shock. For such an object to suddenly appear out here in the barren wilderness was simply baffling.

In fact, the moment Zhang San first claimed ignorance, Shao An had believed him. Yet how he wished Zhang San was only joking; otherwise, the true meaning of this gift would not be a playful jest between friends, but something with deeply profound implications.

This was not what he should have been subjected to. He was a high-spirited emperor of a realm, destined to overlook the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Ji Kingdom, rather than being reduced to a walking medicine jar.

That cry, saturated with deep affection and tinged with a slight tremor, blurred Yang Jinxin's vision, making it difficult for her to see his face clearly. She blinked heavily, desperate to catch a glimpse of him, but the moment she opened her eyes again, he was already right in front of her. Before she even had the chance to truly look at him, she was fiercely pulled into a tight embrace.

Catching sight of the vast and mighty Yangtze River once more, Lin Yin felt a complex mix of emotions. Two years ago, after encountering Ren Cheng, her family had been destroyed and her village wiped out, leaving her to follow Ren Cheng and his sister. Now, Ren Yue had been missing for over a year, and her whereabouts remained completely unknown.

Deep within the Han Palace, the ethereal glow of nocturnal luminescent pearls illuminated the halls brilliantly. Amidst the snowy night, shrouded in a soft green radiance, the scene carried a unique and captivating charm. After the clamor and hustle subsided, Liu Bingyi arrived at Jiaofang Hall as promised to accompany Huo Chengjun.

Here, a completely different world opened up unexpectedly. After passing through a dark and winding tunnel, the view suddenly expanded before their eyes. The exit of the tunnel led directly to a waterfall plunging majestically from a height of sixty to seventy meters. It churned up white splashes of foam, and the massive roar was exceptionally deafening in this ethereal valley.

"Judging by this, there are countless masters in both the Immortal Cultivation Realm and the Flying Immortal Realm. They must have gathered here concurrently because a major event is about to take place," Lan Yun said.

This was clearly harboring malicious intent. Ever since birth, who had ever dared to speak to her in such a manner? Huo Chengjun naturally felt a surge of anger in her heart. "What I am like is probably not something this beauty needs to babble about. If there is nothing else, Chengjun will take her leave and return to the manor." Suppressing her inner fury, she wished only to rid herself of this person as soon as possible.

"Haha, you really are clever." Zhang San laughed so hard his stomach ached, and An'er joined in as well. Zhang San and Li Si—could their names possibly be any more coincidental?

When the time came, he would take the bank drafts and flee far away. By the time anyone investigated him, he would already be long gone.

Despite all this, Zhang Ming was still unsatisfied with the money in his hands and frequently showed up at Lin Fei's home to demand more.

On the day the mastiff was presented, Wei Jia was also required to personally attend. He escorted the grand mastiff all the way out of the mastiff palace, stroked its head and back, and shed tears in a reluctant farewell.

"You are, after all, the imperial son-in-law of the Her Royal Highness Grand Princess's mansion. You people shouldn't be so lacking in manners." For the very first time, right in front of all the servants of the princess's mansion, the Grand Princess took the side of her son-in-law.

Whether it was the heat rising from the boiling soup in the pot that flushed her face, or Jiang Shuzhe's overly ambiguous and cryptic words, Lin Xia's cheeks turned rosy. She hurriedly lowered her gaze, pretending to eat in order to avoid the probing pair of eyes across from her.

"Never mind her; she's just stirring up trouble. Let me finish taking care of you first." Zhao Linran did not stand up to pursue her. Instead, he picked up another ice pack and gently placed it against her swollen, jade-like foot.

Lin Xia let out a massive sigh of relief. She tapped on her phone and replied to Jiang Shuzhe: Nothing's wrong, why?

The man was dressed in a long blue robe, but his sleeves were made of white smoky satin water sleeves, cinched at the waist by a camel-colored belt. Looking further up, a large portion of his chest was left bare.

Hesitating for a fleeting moment, Zhang Ji obediently entered the red gauze tent, sat down beside Zhao Ji, and truly laid eyes upon the garments she wore.

A flash of violet entered Zhang Ji's field of vision. She was dressed in an extravagantly luxurious purple long gown, the fabric embroidered with intricate patterns in gold thread. A vast expanse of snow-white skin was exposed at the chest, a cut that was daring yet retained its elegance.

Clearly, judging from his sleeve insignia—which was almost completely stained beyond recognition by coal dust—his rank must have been that of the chief sailor aboard the cruiser.

May 1st—this was International Workers' Day, a holiday observed for decades. Virtually the entire country of Switzerland was on holiday, with only a handful of stores open while the majority shuttered their doors for business.

Chen Fu'an went nowhere, choosing to sit in his office and wait for news. He knew that once the meeting concluded, information would be released, and only after everything was finalized would he have the inclination to return home.

"Alright, I was just joking. No matter what you become in the future, I will never despise you!" Song Weili gently pulled her into his embrace, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Without orders as steadfast as mountains and without strict rules and regulations, no army—no matter how formidable its preparations—could be deemed a qualified military force, nor could it ever become an ever-victorious army!

The Dragon Clan? Li Fengshan frowned slightly, never having expected that Old Wang had come to discuss this matter.

After dialing, Wang Shaokun handed the phone to Huang Lianhong. Gangzi received the news, and upon getting the location sent by Wang Shaokun, he didn't hesitate for a second. He grabbed a gun, tucked a knife into his waistband, and immediately rushed toward the scene.

Gao Chuan performed with extreme liveliness on the court. Thanks to his abundant stamina, his running volume was immense.

Rayiming traced his hand down to his throat following Baigang's gaze, immediately noticing a smear of bright crimson on his fingertips.

At Nansong Municipal People's Hospital, as soon as Dong Jian entered the ward, he saw his father, his head entirely wrapped in medicinal gauze, lying in a hospital bed receiving an IV drip.

"Don't tell me you harbor no intentions toward Li静! Otherwise, with so many people out on the streets, why on earth would she specifically seek you out for no reason?" Su Aoqian's beautiful eyes stared intently at Dong Jian, as if trying to read something from his gaze.

The buttons of his shirt scattered across the floor, falling into the gaps of the carpet. The chilly air made her shiver. He caressed her skin, his burning palms igniting wave after wave of wildfire across her body.

A sudden thought flashed through his mind: Could this twelve-winged dark demon king have evolved from a black demon king? If this hypothesis were true, then nobody would ever have guessed that the illustrious dark demon king had actually climbed up step by step from the absolute lowest rungs of the demon race.

Chen Hong and Yang Xiaoyun exchanged a glance, then walked out of the hospital ward together and headed toward the Wufweitang Clinic.

Cold Scorpion was momentarily baffled, utterly failing to understand what Lin Jinghong truly meant. Consequently, her face merely flushed slightly, and she offered no reply.

Xi Xiangdong simply smiled without a word. Just what kind of bizarre creature had this girl run into that managed to restore her confidence in her own intelligence?

The media loved nothing more than a spectacle, the public adored a lively commotion, and social media opinion swayed heavily in one direction accordingly.

"Master Brother!" Cheng Shuang's right arm grew back once more. Though his temper had been smoothed down considerably over the years, he still could not help himself.

Just how wealthy and powerful Tang Jinteng was, Xin Yi was not entirely sure. But she knew that this man was truly formidable—someone whom even people like Qian Ziang and Lawyer Wang vied with one another to befriend.