147 How Do You Want Me to Make It Up to You?

"What's wrong?" Qu Wan asked.

"Take a look at your phone."

Qu Wan quickly scrolled through her phone and saw the trending topics online.

[Oh my god, is Jiang Zeyu planning on dumping Qu Wan?]

[Regardless of everything, since you're married, you should be responsible. What is this supposed to mean? Is he cheating?]

[He's actually keeping a lover on the side, that's truly impressive. The two of them drank from the same coffee cup using the same straw, ate barbecue on the street together, stayed in the same hotel, and even shared a closet. Everyone understands what this means by now.]

[I used to think Jiang Zeyu was quite pathetic, constantly being used by Qu Wan to chase clout, but now I think Qu Wan is the one to be pitied, since...]

When she pulled her hand back, her fingers were covered in dust—it felt so real. Cang Hai looked around the inn, his expression growing increasingly grave.

Fei Jingyue caught a glimpse of them from afar. Bi Yu asked her if she should go over and mediate, but she rubbed her temples, waved her hand, and pulled Bi Yu away to greet other guests. Those two would likely never be able to speak civilly to each other again, and she had no intention of getting caught in the crossfire.

She felt a pair of large hands take hers; the sensation was so reassuring, so warm, making her willing to give him her heart.

But this was something she couldn't explain clearly to the others, nor could she explain what toxoplasmosis was. Yet, this cat might just be the key to helping her out.

I stared at it for a long time but couldn't understand what he had sent me. The string of characters displayed in the message window had no line breaks or indentation—it was chaotic. You could call it garbled code, but upon closer inspection, there was a specific meaning hidden within.

"Brother Jiang Yi, I knew you were the best!" On the high platform, Sang Lan, whose heart had been in her throat, finally relaxed and cheered loudly for Jiang Yi.

Once isn't enough; you need at least two or three... No apology? Fine, then we'll just keep taking it... Of course, this only applies to those unruly nobles. Let's see if these self-righteous people will behave. Even if nobles have their own knights, if you gave them a hundred times the courage, would they dare to face a legion head-on?

Jiang Yi ignored Liu Yunling. As a man, there are some things you can never retreat from in life.

"She isn't that physically weak, is she?" Xiang Yang asked, unable to believe it.

He pondered for a moment, accepted the invitation, and glanced at the team interface. The four all-too-familiar IDs gave him a splitting headache.

Chu Yun didn't see Shen Yu, but he did see a face wearing a very unpleasant expression. Chu Yun felt a bit depressed; this old man was far too idle, coming to watch the matches every day—didn't he have anything to do at the school?

"I've never understood, when did that guy Ymir come up with such an annoying religion?" Thor asked, scratching his head.

Before setting off, Zhang Zhao and Li Zijing checked their armor and weapons. In truth, he was still very anxious. Although he had encountered zombies face-to-face before, he could always run away. But this time, he had to actively throw himself at the zombies.

Looking at the tenacious glint in her eyes, Li Cha crossed his arms over his chest. This will must be broken! Regardless of whether he needed information from her or not.

Chu Yun finally realized how he had arrived here. A soul crossing the barrier between the Shadowlands and the main world is easy; his body was likely still in the car, and perhaps Eman and Bidi were trying every way possible to wake him.

Black Tail was holding a soup pot and guzzling it down when a sword aura pierced through the bottom of the pot, grazing his scalp and shaving the hair right off the center of his head. It looked utterly ridiculous.

The morning in Hearthglen was quiet, with not a single pedestrian in sight. Fordring rode his horse down the main street, and only Alton was waiting for him at the city gate.

"A... a level three spell..." The tall youth stood there in a daze, his speech slurring. The person he had been fighting with for so long was actually a level three mage. Honestly, he really doubted the reality of what his eyes had just seen.

If he couldn't distinguish it himself, he couldn't control the Swallow Return, and naturally, he wouldn't be able to absorb the opponent's flames. Only in the instant he was attacked by fire, when he realized it was the opponent's flame, could he absorb it.