162. Happiness Is Simple

Shen Panpan turned her head and saw Jiang Zeyu looking in their direction. When their eyes met, Jiang Zeyu gave a slight nod, a subtle greeting.

Shen Panpan glanced at Qu Wan. "I admit, your taste in men is a bit better than mine."

This compliment made Qu Wan feel completely at ease, even happier than being praised for her looks.

"But didn’t your confession fail back then? How did you two get back together?" Shen Panpan asked, recalling that after Qu Wan graduated from high school, her contact with Jiang Zeyu had ceased.

Why did she know so much? Because Shen Panpan had once chased after Jiang Zeyu herself, though he never spared her more than a glance.

Being rejected naturally left a sting, but later on—

Chen Tian ignored Su Chun’er’s solemnity, since this matter was to help Su Ningxue, there was no need to keep anything hidden anymore.

This was true camaraderie forged in battle! They had fought side by side, baptized by blood, faced death together. From now on, nothing could break the bond between them.

Though he still doubted the underground secret chamber of the Su family’s old mansion today, he chose silence until he had concrete evidence.

No, no, no, there was no way. They were just high schoolers—how could they dare to taste forbidden fruit? Even Dong Xinghao wouldn’t have the courage.

Yi Rou’s bold admission caught Chen Tian off guard, but he quickly realized his suspicions were correct and asked another question.

The waiter hurried forward, leading the two to a private room. Passing by Ji Ling, Anton Yu deliberately glanced at him. That Ji Ling, usually mocking him was one thing, but today, in front of Wen Renqingyue, he mocked him again—couldn’t he show some respect?

Originally, Chixiao Mountain was not called Chixiao Mountain; its name was Hè Míng Mountain. Later, when the Chixiao Sect was founded there, the mountain was renamed Chixiao Mountain.

Cao Xiuyan wasn’t sure if this change was good or bad, but having one less rival and a new sister wasn’t a bad thing.

“How did they respond?” The whole room grew excited. Lin Jinghao rushed to the computer, and sure enough, Azar’s avatar appeared.

The time was changed from night to noon, and just then, Anton Yu happened to go to the restroom. The phone was with Li Nalan, who saw it was a call from Anthony. Hesitating briefly, Li Nalan answered. Before he could greet Anthony, he heard Anthony’s anxious voice.

My back even felt the icy chill of the frost magic, and the roaring sound like a mountain quake thundered in my ears.

But Ye Zheng thought otherwise, rolling his eyes inwardly: Why would I have anything to do with Red Name City? I’m not some maniac killer... Halfway through the thought, he felt it was hard to continue.

At this moment, utterly exhausted in body and mind, waves of drowsiness surged upon me. Taking a deep breath, I stood and changed out of the tattered blood-stained cloak, then put on a human skin mask before opening the door and leaving.

The saying “To the victor go the spoils” applied universally, whether in Zone Z or Zone Y. The blond-haired leader was dead, and the remaining two or three players could only exchange glances in stealth and concealment. What should they do next? They had no clue.

Hearing her speak like that, I originally didn’t want to jinx her, but in the end, I told her about what I wanted to do.

Word spread rapidly, and by nightfall everyone knew the princess was delicate and precious—probably looking down on the people of the grasslands. As a result, their fondness for the newlywed princess vanished in an instant.

From such close proximity, the man’s handsome features were fully revealed to Shang Ruan, as if she were examining them with a magnifying glass.

Though I didn’t know who was calling me, it was like seeing a beacon of light in utter darkness. I wanted to respond, but Liu Chengyu pressed my mouth shut so tightly I couldn’t utter a word, only stomping on the large bed repeatedly.

“Mu Jiao, what are you doing? Interrogating a prisoner?” Cen Yun scolded sharply, naturally defending the servant who spoke for her.