Volume 1, Chapter 32: You Must Break Up with Your Boyfriend

Wen Yang felt her scalp tingle instantly, the food lodged in her throat refusing to go down. His words were far too pointed. Who else could the "drunken cat" from last night be but her? She bit the bullet and cast a glance toward Pei Yanchuan. Defenseless, she collided with his pitch-black gaze; he was looking down at her, his eyelids heavy with a languid air. As their eyes met, Han Ting, who was looking over with him, also came into her view.

Water dripped from her arm onto the ground, splashing into droplets. This scene reflected in Leng Xuexin's eyes, repeating over and over again, as if a thousand times; the entire world seemed to shrink down to just the sight of those splashing droplets. The next moment, her vision blurred, and her consciousness became hazy.

"Don't you go thinking this is just some ordinary thing. This 'Chronicle of Feng Shui and Geography' is a collection of experiences my grandfather gathered after visiting countless ancient tombs over many years. It is incredibly precious," Yang Sha said, making it sound like a manual for martial arts mastery.

Le Tiancang returned to the Marquis's residence and relayed what had been said in the prison truthfully to Lin Hanyan. Upon hearing this, Lin Hanyan wept bitterly, refusing to believe it could be true. Le Tiancang looked at her and said with concern, "My lady, please take care of your health." Knowing her husband's temperament, Lin Hanyan hid under her covers and wept alone after he left.

Those present were all taken aback, for anyone could see the extraordinary nature of that cane. Yet, Huang Si-jiu had actually charged straight into it—what kind of move was this? The young master had already made a move to dodge, and given his current cultivation level, the cane shouldn't have been able to hit him, but Huang Si-jiu’s attitude left him bewildered.

Yelu Ruan was lost in thought when he suddenly heard someone from the palace calling his name, so he hurried away.

As for the results of the subsequent matches, they were just as Long Xingyu had expected; Bai Shaoyun and the others all advanced to the third round. What caught his attention most was Bai Suzhen's match: her opponent, who possessed the strength of the Giant Power Realm, inexplicably tripped and fell off the stage before even getting close to her, leading to an immediate disqualification.

While we were enjoying our delicious lunch, the butler—an elderly man—brought over a stack of newspapers and placed them on the low table in front of the sofa in the living room.

Yet, such a sentient sword had revealed its true form in the hands of a mortal youth. The last time it had been unsheathed was several decades ago, when Zeng Ming used it to deal with a thousand-year-old snake demon.

She complained in a voice that was soft and casual, yet just loud enough for the gentleman with the ponytail nearby to hear.

As expected, the waiter was very thorough; ten minutes later, he arrived holding two bouquets of fresh, vibrant roses.

"Understood." Although not everyone had read the report, after the discussion along the way, they generally understood what this matter was about and nodded one after another to indicate they grasped the situation.

"Then, Shopkeeper Fan, how much grain should I buy?" Scholar Liu was now completely bewildered.

I placed her on the bed, feeling a sense of relief. I had originally thought that I could leave once I saw she was fine, and that I could finally set my mind at ease.

Following Keigo Atobe’s roar, and as if by coincidence, the phantom of the ball returned by his racket turned out to be the real one. The chaotic serve had been returned by Atobe for the second time.

She and the young Sasuke exhausted every trick in the book, successfully dragging out their journey from the afternoon until nightfall.

There seemed to be no passage of time here; it was always night. Bai Luo did not know how many days he had been here; he had simply spent his time living in fear and sleeping on the streets.

However, when the topic turned to developing the Mystic Eyes, Aozaki Touko’s expression seemed to hold some reservations. Chen Anxia noticed this, but since Touko did not bring it up herself, Chen Anxia did not ask further.

Yang Mu lay comfortably in the covers, kneading the sensitive parts of Miaoxi’s body while enjoying the service of the beautiful woman.