Chapter 53

After speaking, she hurriedly got up and rushed outside. Watching her retreating figure, Shang Xufeng remained silent, offering no words to stop her. At this moment, he lacked the strength to hold her back.

The memory of his words quickened her heartbeat. She cursed inwardly at him, thinking what a shameless man he was.

Qing Yan placed the unfinished pouch on the table. Though not yet sewn, its form was already taking shape.

Last time, when Su Yu went to City A as a substitute for Su Yiyao to exchange for Su Jing, Gong Chenye’s payment to him was two hundred million. Now, even if Tuoba Rui investigated, he could only trace the money transferred from his account, uncovering nothing else.

Qin Yihuai’s breath momentarily halted as he felt her soft lips press against his cheek.

She wanted to scream, but didn’t know how to voice the agony within. The pain, as if her insides were being torn apart, was something only she could truly understand.

The apartment lights were on—a single wall lamp casting a dim, yellow glow.

Only Lady Jueluo remained silent, her eyes wet with tears. She knew the master’s health best; these years had truly aged him.

Ying Yin was in no mood to joke with Chu Yu, his expression grave. Seeing this, Chu Yu immediately grew serious as well.

As soon as the words were spoken, the little one shifted from Su Jing’s arms to Gong Chenye’s, so his mother could rise and take the stage.

Though it would darken her skin, she needed sunlight to wash away the shadow weighing on her heart after being so deeply wounded by Ma Yiqing’s betrayal.

She often climbed onto her boss to flirt, and frequently seduced him by disrobing right before his eyes.

He had seen something resembling lotus leaves and had wanted to touch them. It had been so long since he last saw lotus leaves—since the last time, in fact.

They had no heating now; besides wearing thicker clothes, they relied on their own bodies to withstand the cold.

Su Tiantian still remembered Su Ran’s repeated warnings on the phone: never clear her name unless it was free; any expenses must be paid directly to her.

When three hundred thousand immortal soldiers moved simultaneously, two swishing sounds echoed as they stepped forward together, revealing hundreds of long tables.

Hmm, Chen Yanyan had brought a bikini in her GUCCI bag, but apart from Lin Can, there were other unfamiliar boys. Those men were lecherous, so Chen Yanyan dared not wear it.

Yet his Dao realm was somewhat lacking. Five hundred great paths surged within him, but his own Dao could not suppress them. He fell into frenzy, driven solely by that hatred.

When Lu Yuan’s army reached Huichuan Kingdom, it caused great alarm there.

Moreover, since the enemy had innate masters, their own expeditionary force naturally had to be equipped accordingly.

He furrowed his brow, then saw Wang Genshui step out of an Audi. Wang had brought people at such a time.

“Spare you out of kindness? Who do you think you are?” Zhou Yun shouted directly, as over a hundred ‘gate’ cannons aimed at him.

Days at Fucheng High School passed one by one, and the master’s lifestyle gradually became clearer. Honestly, it wasn’t as imagined. Without knowing the truth, one might think the master was just a school bully from a wealthy family, a notion hard to comprehend.

In front of the entire Han family, the old princess’s merciless words instantly flushed Han Guanlei’s face red with anger, causing his whole body to tremble.

Following Zhou Lin’s order, the light shield instantly retracted inward, ultimately protecting only the residential area.

Soldiers discovered that all the zombies carried items, most commonly black boards.

The one million the gentleman gave her was more than enough to cover her university tuition after her grandmother’s surgery.

However... unexpectedly, the ruler of Dayu Kingdom—an old man—heard news from somewhere and, when Lu Qian’s product was just released, suddenly sent people to pre-purchase some.

She saw a lawyer’s letter posted on the official War Clan Group’s Weibo, suing several bloggers who first posted or forwarded news of her illness.

Yet the trusted Xianfeng Pavilion, in times of crisis, changed course—not fleeing, but instead approaching Young Master Gao.

Little did they know that the Mountain and River Technique and the Sea-Calming Classic had long been activated, connected through the Metamorphosis Poison Classic, silently refining venomous insects into spiritual power flowing through the meridians.

Zhu Kun snorted coldly, not believing Lang Changhu’s defense, leading a group of demon boars charging toward them.

Zhu Yuan received various news from Jinling. The opening of Zhiyong Studio was explosively popular, somewhat surprising but not entirely unexpected.

Green vegetation crawled up tall buildings, claiming their sovereignty and occupying ruins. Once bustling and prosperous, all now seemed like fleeting clouds—only desolation remained.

“Bring it here, reward!” Li Xian, seeing Fu Su remain motionless, had to handle things himself. He glanced at the steward and exuded the aura of the house matron.

Seeing this, the bald man clapped happily, raised a glass toward Chu Fei and Sheng Yuan beside him, and drank it down in one gulp.