Volume 1, Chapter 21: Goat Milk Candy

"Who gave you permission to bring that in?"

Liang Jiang pointed at the foolish yellow cat tucked under Chuishi's arm.

Chuishi scratched the cat's head and gave a sheepish grin. "I just haven't had a chance to release it yet. It’s quite dim-witted but affectionate, so I thought..."

Liang Jiang rolled his eyes at him. "If you want to keep it, take it back yourself. It is not allowed within thirty feet of the manor. Otherwise, you can take it and get out."

"Understood!"

Meanwhile, at the Prime Minister's residence.

Yun Zijin widened his fox-like eyes, staring unblinkingly at the slender, fair hand Gong Wuxie had rested upon his waist.

Looking down at Yun Zijin, who was listening intently, a flicker of nameless, dark light passed through Gong Wuxie’s bewitching peach-blossom eyes.

Tao Jiang understood this look to be an instruction to contact the Tianyuan Sect. As for what Chu Yun was supposed to say, he couldn't fathom it, but he wasn't foolish; after weighing the options, he issued an order.

"Hey, how did you do that?" While others felt too awkward to chat with Li Yanyang due to their unfamiliarity, Zhong Miao stepped over quite casually and asked.

Upon arriving in Yancheng, Gu Manzhu went to the hospital without a moment's rest. When it came to gunshot wounds, Gu Manzhu was arguably the country's top expert. Zhou Zheng’s injury was supposedly fatal, yet not only did Gu Manzhu manage to save him, but he also had him up and bouncing around in no time.

His mother was seriously injured, yet he didn't even glance at her, instead acting infatuated. The onlookers felt a wave of contempt. They wondered how this Martial Arts Alliance Leader had raised his son. As people began to mock him, Luo'er, hearing these comments, was furious.

Li Yanyang smiled and nodded, saying it was impossible. Just as he was about to raise his glass to change the subject, a voice rang out, sounding snide and tinged with schadenfreude.

Ultimately, humans are biological organisms. The primary directive of any organism is survival; in the face of survival, gentlemanly conduct is nothing but nonsense.

However, if the Great Demon Dog’s "salted fish" style of cultivation were to end at this bottleneck, he wouldn't be worthy of being called the luckiest dog in the entire universe.

He took out the yellow wine he had bought in Luoyan City, alternating between sips of wine and bites of meat, enjoying the scenery—a truly contented existence.

"Xiao Mo has no fondness for people like us who cling to him, so he wouldn't have brought us to this banquet without a reason. But you are different; you arrogantly wanted to prove yourself, and after I walked away, you deliberately came back to hover before me. Did you think that just because I couldn't sense any death energy, I wouldn't notice you?" I smiled as I fed Xiao Mo a piece of cheese.

Ling Hao turned a deaf ear to Qin Yu, his gaze turning cold as he looked unkindly at the other members of the Qin family.

Director Lin was gnashing his teeth in hatred. If Luo Lan hadn't drugged him, this incident wouldn't have happened. Now that the affair was public knowledge, not only had he lost all face, but Ye Youtiao would never pay attention to him again.

What satisfied him most was not just Ling Hao’s formidable strength in easily passing the second stage’s illusion array, but his comprehension of the Four Seasons Sword Technique, which was the most brilliant seen in tens of thousands of years.

They had come to steal the prince only because they heard the Zhao family had ties to the immortals. Infants were highly nourishing for the demon race, and one possessing the bloodline of an immortal would be perfect for their ancestor's birthday celebration.

Therefore, the company was only responsible for project planning; the actual game development was entirely outsourced.

Ying Beichen shook his head. "No need! These people are enough!" Sending more would be futile; aside from watching, they would be unable to do anything else.

Zhang Ruofeng was clearly unaware that his influence had increased by an unknown magnitude overnight.

He gave the girl an MP4 player. For a child, overly sophisticated digital equipment is not of much help; it only leads them to become addicted to games. Of course, the games themselves are not to blame—the responsibility lies in the guidance.

Was Department Head Han worried about his son being with her? That was why he pretended to make this call—in reality, he was just making veiled inquiries. Ye Youtiao subconsciously tightened her grip on the phone, her lips pressed firmly together, remaining silent for a long time.