Volume 1, Chapter 22: Since it is you, Mr. Ye, then this matter is most likely a misunderstanding!

The old monster had deliberately erased this memory from Mu Qingcheng to prevent him from going mad if he remembered, yet now, Mu Qingcheng had recalled every bit of it.

However, Meng Ying simply bypassed the car, walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and sat inside with composed calmness.

Such stories usually embody the unity of a family, and this ancient, mysterious clan behind the massive bronze gate possessed the very ideals depicted in those reliefs.

Su Yu responded helplessly, then suddenly remembered that this was a place where immortals lived. Her eyes immediately began darting around greedily, hoping to catch a glimpse of an immortal’s true form.

Of course, the ability to forge documents is a specialty of major arms dealers, used to prove that their weapons were obtained through legitimate channels.

There was no firewood on the Holy Mountain, so the snow pythons were simply cleaned with snow water and sliced into thin pieces. On the platter, the meat still retained the appearance of a whole python, showing no traces of a blade; only when one reached out to pick it up would they realize it was a thin, translucent slice.

"Yesterday... how was Li Renshu?" Sun Yingchen broke the silence, speaking to Zhou Miao, who was leaning on her shoulder.

At this moment, a pale blue figure descended from the sky. Mo Weiyi realized instantly that it was Lou Yuezhong, followed by a group of men dressed in black.

Dabai lay not far from her, flicking its tail to tease a butterfly and occasionally jumping up to follow the movement of Mo Weiyi’s whip.

Watching the alloy tree-man charge toward it, the Crypt Lord hissed and raised its massive, serrated limbs diagonally, preparing to launch a thunderous strike.

Guo Tailai spoke without reservation, not fearing that others might steal his project: "For instance, with joint replacements or the substitution of necrotic bones, we can use 3D printing to create parts perfectly sized for the patient and then replace them."

The way Fan Haichao shifted from arrogance to obsequiousness went unnoticed by everyone else; no one felt anything was amiss.

Zhang Jingyao felt a bit dejected, but she obediently followed Zuo Yi’s instructions, picked up her bag, and left home.

Martin was not known for his footwork or speed; like Harden, he excelled at rhythm and clever play, and Li Liang feared such attackers the least.

That Doctor Zhao had said no outsiders were allowed in the operating room; otherwise, if a bacterial infection occurred during the surgery, who would be held responsible?

"You Bai..." Gu Ke hung up the phone directly, letting that delicate, sweet voice vanish into the air.

The legendary flower-thief had not reappeared in the world for a long time, and the public assumed he had been killed during the last Battle of Tianwang Mountain.

"I don't need it. Look, Brother Bai has fallen asleep in his chair from exhaustion; you should cover him instead," Lin Xian'er declined.

I won't pretend anymore; I'll lay my cards on the table. After getting up yesterday afternoon, I watched the LPL Spring Finals. I felt sleepy afterward, so I went back to sleep, which is why I didn't write that chapter.

Mu Sulai had no intention of taking Aunt Mo back. His attitude was firm, leaving the Empress helpless. Yesterday, Empress Dowager Nan Qing had paid a visit and spoken earnestly to the Empress at length, the gist of which was that she shouldn't meddle in other people's affairs or vent her anger on the Crown Princess.

A long time passed without a reply, and just as Qiao Zhixuan began to feel uneasy, a response finally came.

"I have heard a little. The Fenglin Kingdom was destroyed by the joint forces of Daxing and Beiming years ago. So, are you planning to restore the nation?" Mo Youxun’s voice rose at the end, his tone devoid of much surprise.

Nangong Taling rolled her eyes at him. She realized this man was truly shameless beyond measure; he didn't look like Ye Qingcheng's biological brother at all.

Tang Zinuo was somewhat bored, staring at the student body president as if looking at a fool. Over the past two years, the president had occasionally caught such looks in others' eyes and seemed long accustomed to it; after all, when things happened, no one ever reacted in time.

Qiao Chu and Shen Sang were planning their escape route. They decided to leave by water, as taking a car was not very safe; after all, Shen Ziyu still held some influence on his own turf.

Rong Rong found it hard to believe. Didn't they know what kind of person Xiu Qiqi was? If she truly knew their plans, how could she have remained silent until now? Surely it couldn't be because she still valued their friendship.

"Let me state beforehand: this matter has nothing to do with Xi Kuan from start to finish. Although I am fond of him, it does not compare to your love for Ling Feng. It was merely a young girl's infatuation, and I knew from the very beginning that the one he loved was you."

What a familiar phrase; it felt as though she had heard it somewhere before. Upon seeing the youth's appearance, A-Jiu was stunned again. She looked toward Ning Fei and asked, "Isn't this... isn't this that someone from your side?" A-Jiu watched as Ning Fei’s face grew darker, her lips curling into a wide smile.

Wan Qi leaped a few more times, and in the blink of an eye, she had dashed another thousand meters.

Gao Chuan had intended to hail a taxi to pick someone up, but just as he stepped out, he ran into Luo Xi. Upon hearing that Gao Chuan was picking up a relative, Luo Xi loyally patted his chest and joined him.

The cabin was empty; aside from her, there was only the flight attendant. She was the last passenger to deplane.

To be honest, even with Luo Yu's composure, such a miraculous sight made his heart tremble slightly. It was true that he had seen a few experts of vital energy—for instance, his father, Luo Mingfeng, was one, as was his master—but even though they were powerful, they had never displayed such methods.