Chapter 101: Eloping to Escape an Arranged Marriage

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As soon as Jiang Fan finished speaking, the black ring on his finger suddenly trembled violently.

This garden was managed by the Flower and Grass Company, specializing in cultivating palm trees to sell to other cities for landscaping purposes.

Now, Jun Qianshang’s arms trembled uncontrollably, his expression still one of shock and disbelief.

In contrast, Nan Xuancheng stepped forward, rolling up his sleeve. Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind swept up, blocking the sword qi from Yue Jibai and forcing him to retreat two steps.

Director Zhang An, in pursuit of authenticity and superior quality for the film, combined with the powerful financial backing of a major investor, ensured that all the props used by his crew were the finest available.

“No need. Just respond as usual. My master’s mental focus only covers about ten miles in the direction of Yangtian Mountain and cannot see beyond that. If they dare to come, I will ensure they do not return,” Master Huang said calmly, yawning and waving his hand to signal the two to leave.

Mu Yunyan’s lips curled into a deeply disdainful smile as she thought of Angel. Could Angel really not know who sent the man to bring her back? If Angel did, Mu Yunyan would reconsider her initial impression of her upon arriving in this world.

Take the crow, for example—he had just bought his third sports car last month, having made a fortune long ago.

Her eyes never stopped searching for the man who had saved her, but the sunset cast a long shadow of a slender figure in white robes and black pants, his wet form accentuating his lean waist.

Suddenly, the glass above everyone’s heads shattered, and a black-clad figure descended rapidly on a rope.

I couldn’t help but smile, feeling as if she were a little sister who always depended on me. I took off my coat and placed it on the stone for her to lie on, then resumed observing the Wuxiang Sword Technique.

“Moreover, King Goujian of Yue was a slave in the Wu Kingdom for three years, then endured ten years of hardship and ten years of training, over twenty years in total before he could avenge his great grievance.”

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Guan Yichen started my jeep and drove it to the entrance, where Guan Ying took the passenger seat just as she had yesterday.

“Relax. Quickly look around and see where you are. I’m coming to rescue you now,” Mo Ming said as he ran out of the room.

The casino’s interior looked just like what I had seen in the movies, with red carpets covering the floors and European-style chandeliers embedded with gems hanging from the ceiling, sparkling brilliantly.

When I hurried over to look, I was startled—it was a hand grenade. Without hesitation, I lunged forward, grabbed it, and with lightning speed, threw it out the door behind me.

Only when he got close did he realize the door’s control lock was on the outside. Bai Jian could open it at will; once the door swung open, he went inside.

In a panic, the shadowy figure quickly tried to block the attack, but Mo Ming had already predicted the blocking move. Before the block could be made, he retracted his kick, spun midair, and whipped out the other foot like a whip, striking the shadow’s face fiercely.

Everyone held their breath. Mu Mangzi distinctly felt the warmth of Chen Mengyu pressed close beside him. In this early winter, it felt even warmer, and her breathing was trying to calm down—she likely hadn’t participated in bird catching before and was a bit excited.

“All right! I understand! You don’t need to worry about this!” Everyone respectfully sent off the Sacred Respect. It was already difficult for the Sacred Respect to advance further; hopes no longer lay with him but with the younger generation.

This place was forbidden territory for most young men, but it held no restrictions for Su Yu.

“Slap!” Su Yu struck Yi Bingru’s face with the back of his hand, grabbing her by the neck and pressing her down onto the table.

After examining a stone, everyone gathered repeatedly to analyze its structure, luster, and surface, discussing all aspects carefully. Once they were confident it was genuine, they collectively negotiated with the owner.

Lin Chong, having reviewed the intelligence collected by Ouyang Cheng and Du Chun, told them to warm up quickly. After some thought, he put on a cotton cloak and stepped outside.

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It was a man’s face—hair disheveled, stubbled with sparse beard, complexion sallow, eyes bloodshot, looking worn and haggard. He recognized the face; it was Lu Zhishan, a private detective—his own face.

However, after the two persisted for a few more minutes, an unexpected scene suddenly unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

Mulan had studied under a master at Baihua Pavilion and naturally learned how to read expressions and gauge others’ strength. As Wu Tian scrutinized her, she was also quietly observing him. Wu Tian was muscular but of average constitution, at best a martial artist of the Earth Vein rank.

Zhu Ling and his group circled the camp twice before finding Jiang Yue resting under a tree’s shade. He sat slantwise at a folding table, with earthen cups and a pottery jug laid out, leisurely drinking and enjoying the cool air.

At that earth-shattering moment, no one reacted immediately, not even Liu Fengyi on the second floor, who was startled. In a critical moment of battle, the unexpected gun swap was truly unpredictable, and such a surprise move could decisively shift the outcome.

With a command from Xuanyuan Zhi, Princess Jing personally began serving dishes, introducing each one. Su Qingwan followed closely, attentively noting the appearance of each dish, pondering the key course.

Lin Chuxia’s words were not without merit. Upon reflection, she realized she had always focused solely on avenging her father, never considering clearing his name or restoring his honor.

Yang Changming felt a headache coming on—how had he fallen into this situation again? Neither of these two were easy masters to deal with. What was he to do now?