Volume 1, Chapter 55: He Was Pinned to the Top of Her Old Phone

Useless.
It was difficult to exert any force with her arm pinned behind her back, and her other injured hand could not muster any strength at all.
Su Qiuyu gritted her teeth and snapped, "Gu Moting!"
Gu Moting held her with one arm while his other hand held her mobile phone. Both items seemed like his trophies.
He looked at her with a smile, but his eyes grew increasingly dark and deep.
"You have slept in this bed for half a month, and it is filled with your scent."
Su Qiuyu's cheeks flushed crimson all of a sudden.
"We cannot let General Li enter." Arui was the first to arrive, hastily directing the servants to push the door shut, but it would not budge.

Hearing him say that, my heart felt rather heavy because this matter was definitely connected to Li Xing. Not having his mobile phone number, I could only ask Young Master Yuan. I immediately pulled out my phone, only to find that the screen was cracked—it must have been damaged during the earlier scuffle.
"How are we supposed to brush him off?" An'er asked gloomily in return, having been troubled by this matter for many days.
Whether in the imperial court or within the Du family, far too many events had transpired lately, and determining the future path of the Du family remained a difficult problem.
When Lu Yuhuan was instructing Bai Jianli, she gave him repeated warnings: "You can do this this time for the sake of Sister Ruyi, but there must not be a next time. Otherwise, you and I will turn against each other as husband and wife, and when that day comes, you cannot blame me."
"My master's elder brother? What are you talking about? My master's only elder brother is the Lord of the Jupiter Domain; how could there be anyone else? Stop talking nonsense in front of me!" the Ghost King roared in exasperation.

Sure enough, the situation was developing in a direction favorable to humanity. The Macaque Legion was renowned for its speed, and true to its name, it wove a net of encirclement like a gust of wind. The human army shared a common hatred for the enemy and completed their deployment right on schedule. In an instant, the tide of battle reversed, and Rogov was left lamenting his misfortune.
Before the Emperor ascended the throne, Wu Ming was a secret guard of Prince An's Mansion and the person most trusted by the Emperor. Back in the the prince's mansion, he and Shao'an had been the Emperor's right-hand men.
"There's no need. Just tell me the address, and I can take a taxi there myself..." Suyu thought for a moment and replied.

It stood to reason that students secretly studying dark magic was a common occurrence behind closed doors; as long as it wasn't brought out into the open, the professors were powerless to stop them and could at most issue a warning.
The scorching sun baked the vast expanse of yellow sand, and wild grasses grew with a fierce and unruly abandon. The air was dry and hot, and the ground beneath Lu Mingze's feet felt profoundly lonely, much like a weathered and desolate old man.
The Emperor was willful and obstinate; it seemed there was no way to persuade him to change his mind. He would simply have to find another solution himself.

Before long, Xu Qingqing returned, muttering curses as she walked, complaining about Zhou Yisheng and Zhou Yiwei the entire way.
Thus, he conceived the idea of managing tobacco. In 1942, utilizing his connections, he established a cigarette factory in Shanghai, secured the agency rights for Gala cigarettes, and achieved tremendous success.
"Empress Mother should take good care of her health and not fret over my affairs. I will go to the Fuyang Hall to take a look; to think that the Grand Preceptor has secretly colluded with the State of Shen, I wonder what on earth he is plotting!" Shen Yijin said helplessly. He was resolved to marry Jiang Huaqing; in this lifetime, that was his only wish.
"What are you crying for? Hurry up and apologize to your eldest brother and sister-in-law!" Jian Junbo roared angrily, casting a sidelong glance at his wife, Wang Caixia.

Therefore, even if Mr. Li's grandparents could not inherit the estate as heirs because they were not in the primary line of succession, under the aforementioned legal provisions, they could still be appropriately assigned a portion of the estate to meet their basic living needs.
For the past eighteen years, Han Jiangcheng had tasted only disdain and aversion at his uncle and aunt's home. It was only within this past week, because of Jian Yao, that he had experienced a sliver of familial warmth in the Jian household.
Up close, she felt like a flawless painting, leaving one unable to find a single blemish.
Meanwhile, the two people in the front row wore looks of utter bewilderment. Although they already understood Wu Zhi's abilities, they had not yet been subjected to his torture.
As for Chen Zhuan, lost in his own thoughts, he simply stared blankly into the distance, his body remaining completely motionless where he stood.

The herdsmen suffered practically no losses. Aside from two old men who were injured by horses, the only casualties were Kuotai and a few of his young, robust brothers who sustained minor flesh wounds from blades.
Lin Yuan wanted to retort, but upon second thought, without the Hamster Boss's 'Destruction Beam', he wouldn't have been able to catch those flame worms.
Xu Shi, on the other hand, stared at Guiguzi with glowing eyes, looking deeply envious of such supernatural divination arts.
Early the next morning, the faint light of dawn emerged, casting a golden hue across the pale, fish-belly-white sky.

Furthermore, that arrogant young master Luo must have seen the photos sent out by Lin Yuhe, right?
Lin Yuan looked at his fist, which was the size of a sandbag, across which several bolts of lightning faintly flickered.
Although the order sounded somewhat ruthless, Zu Qianqiu could clearly detect a lingering trace of nostalgia within it.
As the captain of the pharmaceutical factory's security department, he had never once set foot in Zhou Zhiruo's office all these years.

Sword intent was the second pinnacle realm of the path of the sword. Although there was only a character's difference between sword intent and sword glow, the gap between them was like an abyss. Many renowned sword cultivators, despite dedicating their entire lives to the way of the sword, still failed to break through to the realm of sword intent.
With an expression of utter indifference, she deflected Luo Di's words. There was no sofa in the room. A few days ago, Luo Di figured he would have seriously considered laying down a mat to sleep on the floor—but as Kardashian had said, they had already crammed together in a tent, and now, with exigency demanding they share a bed... there seemed to be no need to put on airs.
"Not at all!" Yinzhen said with a stern face, not smiling in the least. Yet his gaze grew much softer. Su Li saw things very thoroughly, but he also knew that Su Li was always someone who understood things in her mind, yet lacked the heart to act ruthlessly.

Startled, the fine horse neighed and reared its hooves. Fortunately, Su Jinnan held on tightly and, being accustomed to riding since childhood, was not thrown off. Without even hearing the rest of the words, he galloped forward like a gust of wind, vanishing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
"Would it do to appoint Nian Yao as the Governor-General of Sichuan?" Kangxi muttered to himself as if in a trance. Li Dequan took a step back, keeping his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, acting as though he had heard nothing at all.
The other person was an ancient martial artist named Ge Chou. True to his name, he was hideously ugly. Yet this Ge Chou was the opponent most respected, valued, and admired by Jiao Yu, because Ge Chou could be considered a paragon of unmatched filial piety and loyalty.

"She is simple? You lot don't even consider how much human and material resources she uses for her daily baths; it's just that these decorative items aren't to her liking," Yinzhen said with a smile, for he understood her best.
He was merely calmer than the others, that was all. The only reason he could maintain his calm was precisely because he did not know what this thing was, and thus he was not driven to the point of losing his reason in a frenzy.
Guye returned home, and Jie'er finally had a rare chance to come out for a breath of fresh air. Because there were people around Guye, she could not show herself, but now she finally had the opportunity.
Right now, even an ordinary zombie could devour him—provided, of course, that he could defeat the mutated beast king that was already charging toward him.