Volume 1, Chapter 25: Song Yi, when will you stop trying to be a hero?

"Grandfather?" So that was it. Chu Ze nodded slightly, then took a spoonful of hot porridge, only to suddenly notice something amiss.

Da Bin’s temper flared. "What do you mean by that? If this is an unfair negotiation, then we aren't negotiating at all!" With that, he stood up.

She mused to herself, wanting their first date to have more wonderful memories. Therefore, after asking Banxi to help take Nian Gao back first, she continued their unfinished date with Ming Ye.

It was truly the case that the men she least wanted to encounter were the ones she kept running into, and the men she least wanted to get entangled with were the ones she couldn't shake off. Why did Heaven love to tease her so? She truly did not want to have any more dealings with Xiao Mo.

Ji Yuyou crouched by the box, took out that pair of all-too-familiar flats, and looked at the solemn-faced man.

Why would Fang Yacen specifically and "kindly" have them change into expensive clothes, if not to use them as scapegoats to attract Zhao Qingliang’s attention?

Regardless of anything else, President Yue was the most powerful backer; one must adhere to the principle of "clinging tight and never letting go."

Shedding a few tears and having one's hair pulled—what did that amount to? The clerk who had borne all the criticism and had become a synonymous figure for negative imagery surely had a much higher price to pay.

Then, a wondrous scene unfolded. Sima Zhao merely smiled faintly, a hint of darkness flickering at his fingertips. Wu Shang’s attack suddenly stalled, and when the blow eventually landed languidly on Sima Zhao, he had already strolled away with effortless grace.

Elder Hefeng felt a secret sense of relief upon hearing this. He had feared that the other party had also discovered the secret within the Vast Sea Gold-Iron, but it turned out he had only come for the Water Dragon Grass.

"Then tell me, sir, which one is real?" Su Muyue was on the verge of tears. For the first time, she realized that she could not distinguish between dream and reality, because whether in a dream or in reality, the person she loved always loved her just the same.

Xia Anning and Lu Bei appeared openly in the lobby. Perhaps it was because the Haoyu Group maintained strict discipline and did not allow indiscriminate photography like other companies, or perhaps because there were so many popular artists in the Haoyu Group that people were already unfazed, but in any case, everyone just watched Xia Anning with envy and made no other move.

Looking at Sun Dezhi’s demeanor, many thought to themselves, yet no one dared to show the slightest expression on their faces. After all, Sun Dezhi was a grandmaster of his generation, a status that transcended worldly limitations.

However, the sense of unease and instability in Yi'er’s heart grew heavier. If matters like those in the back rooms today had happened in the past, she might have just offered a reprimand or two at most; she would never have driven people out without explanation—especially when the person being driven out was an old nurse who had served Princess Huayang for years.

Qiu Lanxiang walked in just as they were speaking. Seeing everyone gathered around Chuntao, she realized they must all know about the missing jade pendant, and she secretly rejoiced.

After finishing dinner, the group discussed the itinerary and the number of people leaving the pass for the next day. Thinking that they would be crossing the border tomorrow and would need to be on high alert, they all returned to their rooms early to rest.

"Then this servant will take his leave." Su He understood the rules and knew when to advance or retreat; otherwise, how could he be so highly respected by the servants in the Su residence?

The burly man in black seemed not to have expected this situation, which appeared different from what Lord Ming'an had previously arranged. He was so startled that he forgot to draw his sword, simply staring blankly at Murong Ba.

Li Zhengting seemed to be changing gradually; he was becoming less and less like the Li Zhengting she had known before.

Alisa was naturally unwilling, but under the strong-willed attitude of the two, she could only stay in the hospital obediently this time.

The abrupt ringing of a cell phone caused Ye Xunhuan to swallow the words that had reached his lips.

Dugu Wuji did not know what Wuxin was thinking. He was troubled by the suddenly appearing passage. The emergence of this voice felt more like an attempt to release him; perhaps stepping into it would, as the voice said, send him elsewhere. As for where that might be, he did not care; what mattered was the significance of the voice itself.

There was no sunlight in this place, nor could any aura be felt, and various strange phenomena existed. Thus, neither of them knew how much time had passed.

"Come, let me taste this braised pork!" At the dinner table, Zhao Feng was the first to pick up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth.

When the accountant sent by Han Sanbai arrived with the ledgers, he happened to witness this scene.

It turned out that once Panpan and Lianyun reached a certain consensus, Lianyun could temporarily emerge in the form of a soul to roam about.

However, because these ghosts were guarding the gate, Qin Zheng remained very cautious. He drank a bottle of invisibility potion and jumped directly into the courtyard.

Wuxin watched the whole process, knowing that he, as a descendant of the Ji clan, had become the key. If he had not backtracked at the exact opposite time and arrived at the perfect location, perhaps the two of them would have already become prey swallowed by the abyss.

It was not just the second level; even the people and ferocious beasts on the first level felt an astonishing power overhead.

About the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, Fang Lin emerged from the back hall, escorted by several personal guards. He sat at the head of the table, his gaze swept across the room, and everyone fell silent.

For instance, the King of Qin ordered the gradual construction of fortresses beyond the border, preparing to annex the entire fertile land of the frontier.

Bai Yan smiled faintly, her eyes looking somewhat pale. She said, "The Eighth Master went out to look for you last night and hasn't returned since."

Upon seeing the rainbow aura, the Chief of the Lin Clan immediately concluded that Lin Xiao was not a fake, and was overjoyed, saying...

Though it was a bitter smile, the look of reverence on his face was evident. Recalling that Blood Ancestor made one shudder just to think of him.

[Eye of the Limit]: Eyes like torches; instantly discovers the weak points for theft in items. Increases the success rate of stealing to a certain extent. A specialized skill for a generation’s master thief, indispensable.

The crimson in the man's eyes deepened. The large hand gripping his collar tightened suddenly, and Shang Muyi immediately felt a sense of suffocation.

Hu Shengsong was called over and immediately recognized that this hanging basket belonged to the hot air balloon Li Baoqiang had ridden.

Taking action would expose his identity, but if he did not act, he would have no choice but to be captured and become a prisoner of the Demon Guards.