Volume 1 Chapter 23: The Love Bite on the Neck

Su Ying: "Why did you leave the group? They were saying such nasty things. Shen Yixiao was the one who proposed this gathering, and as his wife, isn't it a bit too much to just walk out and leave him with no face?"

I sneered and tossed my phone aside, too lazy to engage. Su Ying could never stand to see Shen Yixiao suffer any slight from me; whenever she caught wind of such a thing, she would rush in to play the champion of justice and pass judgment on my behavior. I used to be so naive, genuinely believing she had my best interests at heart, thinking her words actually made sense. That gave her the illusion that I was easy to manipulate.

When I didn't reply, Su Ying grew anxious and called me directly.

"Xiaoyue, didn't you see the screenshots I sent you?..."

"Well, I've never seen anything like that, heh..." Gu Chao sneered again, the implication clear. This wasn't an attempt to deliberately frame Player 6, but Player 6's statement sounded exactly like a wolf. There is a saying: "If you have money, you become very kind, very magnanimous, and very broad-minded."

Overwhelming light surged across the river, rushing toward the dragon before gathering once more. Meanwhile, a figure walking in the depths of the cave approached, following the sound of the zither, drawing ever closer to its source.

The old zombie threw a broadsword with just one hand—a weapon weighing three hundred pounds, at the very least—sending it flying across a distance of five or six meters. Zhao Guanshan watched in shock.

Yu Lei placed a large bag of takeout on her desk, but when she turned back to speak to Song Shuyi, she froze.

None of them expected Jiang Chen to truly walk his talk. He immediately kicked out several wealthy donors who had been tipping him, then ended the broadcast at lightning speed, leaving everyone stunned and unable to react.

Lin Yaoyao bit her red lip gently, her beautiful eyes seemingly hiding a river of autumn water.

In particular, Yu Liangzhe and Kong Youxin, an elder of the Kong clan, were like blades and spears, every word drawing blood, making it impossible to defend against. Li Chaoren’s words were very direct and blunt, expressing his thoughts quite clearly.

Wang Zhenyu knew those were just polite pleasantries. These big shots were dying to get out from under his shadow; there was no way they were reluctant to see him go. As for why they were stopping him now, it was likely still about that customs matter.

At midnight, as the party ended, fireworks were set off outside the exhibition center. They were colorful and spectacular.

"So that's all it is? Just a trick like this? Then I'll use brute force to smash all these rocks!" Yun Ying roared, clearly unimpressed by Mo Yu’s Brave Eagle’s Rock Slide.

"I know. That way, after I die, you won't have to worry about anyone bullying you," An You said with a smile, her eyes curving into crescents.

That afternoon, after declining the entreaties of the Jin'an City leadership, Nie Zhenbang and his party drove back to Gudu City.

The stylish and sexy monk didn't seem satisfied with the attack, but his eyes were filled with burning intensity—perhaps it was just bloodlust. It wasn't hard to see that he was a warmonger himself.

Zhang Feng was terrified. He stared with fear at the cold glint in Ye Yihang's hand and retreated. At the same time, he looked around at the others in panic. They, too, were retreating just like Zhang Feng.

The wind had changed direction, so of course, he had to shift his stance as well. The act of hanging oneself from a single tree would never happen to the Four Great Families; otherwise, they would have ceased to exist long ago.

"I'm trying to make you wake up, you idiot!" I said, waving my fist in frustration, glaring at the clueless guy.

Of course, these were just excuses I used to persuade him, but I knew he would believe them firmly. The suffering he endured this time was unforgettable—even if you killed him, he wouldn't have the courage to try again.

"Hmph! If Mom and Dad find out, they'll definitely make sure her father can't even be a principal, and she won't even be able to attend Nankai Middle School," Yun Xin said with certainty, picking up the phone to call her mother.

"Wow! Big brother, that looks delicious. Can I eat it?" Yuan Yuan’s eyes widened several times over when he saw it.

"You are too kind, sir. I just bought it on a whim. I'm not even sure if the Empress will like it, so I really don't deserve your thanks. It's truly embarrassing. Since you've asked, I will have the shopkeeper wrap some up so we can present them to the Empress during the investiture ceremony," Bai Lan said with a smile.

Patting the empty space beside him, Xue Moyan looked innocent. "I left half the space for you; it's your own fault for not coming over. You can't blame that all on me." He then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Luga could finally take no more. Amidst a sudden wave of dizziness, he collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

If that were truly the case, how could she escape? Their cultivation levels weren't even on the same plane, and since her own power was sealed, she was even less of a match for them.

Twelve kilometers northwest of Dayi County, west of Chengdu, lies He-ming Township. In Sanfeng Village of He-ming Township, there is a famous mountain called He-ming Mountain, the birthplace of Taoism.

Yuliya relied on the prowess of Tai Chi to stand undefeated against a master like the Wolf King, an SSS-rank expert.

Footsteps echoed on the stairs again as a young man in blue climbed up. He possessed an unusual temperament—a certain reserve—with a bright light occasionally flickering in his eyes.

It must be said that Zhang Tong’s attempt to lock the stable door after the horse had bolted was not too late. At least, both Wang Feng and Ye Shimei nodded in approval.

A fierce wind rose, and the already dim surroundings seemed to grow even gloomier. A faint blue light emerged from the corpses of the soldiers covering the ground.

She wanted to make excuses for Qing Song, but didn't know what to say, fearing that talking too much would seem improper—after all, the topic was quite awkward.

The roar of the Destiny Heavenly Insect was filled with irrepressible hysteria. Surrounding him were the countless remains of Heavenly Fate Void Beasts and Heavenly Fate Insects.

Thinking of this, Mo Anlin remembered the gift Gu Xinling gave his mother for her birthday: a bamboo craft item filled with herbs to aid sleep. It was something even he had wanted.

Setting aside their martial arts, both of them were well-versed in the various sects; how could they fail to recognize this aura as undeniably orthodox Xuanmen? Yet, they were left to guess at Ji Changfeng’s background, assuming he belonged to some evil sect, never imagining he would display such pure Taoist technique.

Only after losing something do you realize its worth; only after gaining insight do you understand what is precious.

Although Gu Xinling thought Gu Shaoyang was clever, this method was already outdated, and she feared Qing Yu would see through it. But she didn't stop him, letting Gu Shaoyang continue.

Mo Ran lost the patience to slowly look for a way out and roared at the sky.

Mu Yingchen, if you keep acting like this, sooner or later you will end up like me, filled with regret.

It wasn't that she didn't want to have children, but she felt the timing wasn't right. If she and Mu Yingchen ever parted ways, the only ones to suffer would be the children; it was impossible that Mu Yingchen hadn't considered this.

Beside him stood a man with a burly frame, bronze-colored skin, and a bowl-cut hairstyle. His name was Zhou Yuanhao, an expert from the Dragon Gang’s Sky Division. Even the heads of the Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow divisions of the Dragon Gang would have to treat Sky Division experts with three parts respect.