Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Gu Family Should Stop Seeking Out the Su Daughters

After she finished screaming, Lu Xiaoqian burst into tears.

"Ah!!!"

She clutched her head with both hands.

Seeing the photos on the quilt, she suddenly looked as if she had seen a ghost, sweeping them all onto the floor with a wave of her hand.

"Don't ask me, I'm dying, don't ask me, I'm already a dead person!!"

Jiang Qiong pulled a tissue from the bedside table and handed it to her, saying, "Ms. Lu, please calm down first."

Lu Xiaoqian swatted his hand away, crying harder and harder until she suddenly began to wail.

Gu Moting reached for his cigarette case but stopped himself, remembering they were in a hospital ward.

He stepped forward, picked up the photos from the floor, and threw them down in front of Lu Xiaoqian: "This is an illegal car, and the license plate is fake! Answer me..."

Outside, the crackling of firecrackers rang out one after another, house after house, so loud it was deafening. The sounds of laughter converged, swirling high in the air and lingering for a long time.

"Jinx! You husband-killing slut! Get out here!" The voice grew closer; it seemed they had already reached the door.

As a member of the production team, he knew this was not a script arranged by the company beforehand, and he recognized the aircraft attacking the broadcast team.

Several people got into the car, and Zhuifeng started running with effort. Since there were many people today, Song Zhiwei was worried it wouldn't be able to handle it, so once they reached the town level, she took Fu Ya, Kong Ni, and Lin Qingmei onto a tricycle to lighten Zhuifeng's burden.

It was precisely because Zhou Xun vaguely realized this that he was unwilling to treat that illness.

In any case, after seeing Lan Wu bow in apology and offer goodwill to the Jiang family at the end of the video, the King of Jiangning felt his mood instantly improve.

No sooner had Wen Jing finished speaking than several dull thuds echoed from outside, as if someone were kowtowing on the ground.

Song Zhiwei was somewhat tempted. Fu Ya's condition had yet to show improvement, and it was hard to say what the future held. In the event that things remained this way, it might be better to find someone whose background she knew well, so she could at least rest easy later on.

Li Hua did not know how long this suffocating pain had lasted; her mind was a blank slate, and every time she wanted to drift off to sleep, she was jolted awake by intense pain.

However, for safety and investigative reasons, the academy arranged for a teacher or two fifth-year students to be embedded in every team for the upcoming trials.

Afterward, under the meaningful gazes of Xiahou Yutong and Qiu Shuihan, Qiu Ruoxi and Ye Xunhuan finished breakfast and left the villa as if fleeing.

"Our special police brigade here has over a hundred people in a single unit; two units make two hundred. We have over thirty snipers alone. Do you think that’s enough?" Deputy Director Wang retorted.

"Are you hurt?" I looked at Ai Tangtang's abdomen, pulled her up from the ground, carried her on my back, and ran outside.

Chu Tianze was startled and immediately split the power of the spiritual fire into three, dispersing it to reduce the pain in Fang Ziyun's eyes.

In the center, the three heroes of Linxian City were fighting against several representatives from Panlong City and Taigu City.

The three listened to Zhao Feng's words and nodded thoughtfully. Zhao Feng did not interrupt their train of thought, just smiled slightly and waited there quietly.

Before he had time to consider how to carry out this Level 4 mission, the system prompt came again.

The last person on the list was someone Yan Ding strongly requested Qin Zheng to bring. This person came from the last batch of consciousness entities in the system space and was the greatest swordsman in the original game world.

After asking Ye Xiaofeng to wait here, the two left, saying they were going to invite the Council of Elders over.

However, these were just my guesses. What really made me certain of Ming Jing's personality was the text message on the last page of the script. That message made me realize that this boy, who appeared the most innocent in everyone's eyes, was actually the architect of the entire tragedy.

Xiu Qiqi hung up the phone and stood on the balcony to catch some breeze. Although she couldn't multitask like Chang Guanyan, she was able to listen to the sounds in the dormitory while on the phone, especially since the chatting in the room was quite loud.

"What is going on today? When did leaving the city become so complicated?" Li Jiao'e frowned, looking angry.

The matter blew up too big, and the furious netizens posted hundreds of thousands of comments, forcing the manager to issue a statement.

Lin Xi was a long-established star in the industry; had it not been for that incident, she would likely have continued to be popular. Compared to Wan Qi, she was actually Wan Qi's senior, and there was plenty of information about her online, along with the reviews netizens gave her.

It wasn't until Tang Luo killed Zhang Xinghe, the first retainer of Mi Shen, last year that rumors began to circulate in the streets that because Tang Luo's own retainer had defected, he couldn't stand others having excellent retainers, and he would strike ruthlessly at the slightest conflict.

One can imagine that the visual impact she would bring to everyone today would be no less than that day's wire-flying dance.

Ye Qingcheng's eyebrows twitched, and she curled her lips. Was this Duan Chongyan threatening her with their lives?

A hundred kilometers away, the battle between the red and blue armies entered a white-hot state. Orders were issued from their respective command centers, neither side giving an inch—one wanted to attack the opponent's command center, while the other wanted to annihilate the enemy entirely.

This Lin Chong and Jiang Yiting's father were friends for life, but when Lin Chong served as regent, he actually attempted to seize the country and hold the Emperor hostage to command the vassals.

After clearing out two floors of the house, He Yuan was filthy, covered in dust and sweat. Between that and squatting in the shopping mall restroom for so long, He Yuan smelled his sleeve and felt like vomiting.

"Fine, we'll come over once we're done here," He Yuan tossed out this sentence and dragged Tang Duoduo downstairs.

The city, which had appeared somewhat empty, gradually became crowded, bustling with noise and heavy traffic.

"Thank you, sister. I will definitely pay back the wine money tomorrow. Please believe me." Cui Zhiyang said excitedly.

"That goes without saying, you've been hit hard, haven't you~" Lin Xian'er, lying to the side, flashed a hint of mockery on her face.

"Alright, alright, you don't even smoke; giving you a cigarette is a waste," He Yuan said with disdain.