Volume One, Chapter 42: Who Were You With Last Night?

Shen Zhao was momentarily distracted, but quickly realized this was just one of Zhou Huaixu’s usual tricks: a slap followed by a candy—carefully calculated to keep someone tightly under control.

First of all, being able to persevere and complete over two million words of writing was already something to be proud of.

How to comprehend it—Zeng Yun had experience, Lan Qian had ideas, and now he had to combine the two to see if anything new could be discovered.

Lan You immediately pressed against the mirror, drawing close to Zi Xi, while Bai Huangyi also sneakily edged closer.

“Husband, you scared me to death. I thought something had happened to you…” Hearing Mu Yi say he was fine, Qing Xian’er finally breathed a sigh of relief and gave Mu Yi a sharp glance.

“Beast!” Seeing the huge battle axe slicing through the air with a fierce whoosh, Murong Qing and Wei Shuang called out simultaneously.

So for Ji Yun, it might have just been a casual, inconspicuous tip, but in the mortal world, it could cause an uproar akin to an earthquake. If kowtowing could earn a low-grade spirit stone, Ji Yun might be bowing until immortality.

The trembling of cultivators, the wails of soldiers—none of it was anything but a testament to the ferocity of the battle. The two armies clashed relentlessly, blood flowing ceaselessly.

Just as she intended to stop worrying about it, he unexpectedly called, saying he had returned to Harbor City and would be back in a couple of days.

Xiong Ba no longer even wanted to speak a word to that great monk. Thirty years ago, the monk had tried to recruit Xiong Ba into the Buddhist order, truly stuck in the past.

First, the large mansion that had always kept its doors closed was opened, and a previously unseen bronze statue appeared on its roof.

“Hehe, what’s the matter? Admit that my Brother Jun is extraordinary, right?” Fang Xuelin proudly puffed up her chest and said with satisfaction.

Looking down at the chattering students staring at him with curious eyes, Smith slowly revealed the mystery.

A huge headline flashed on the screen, catching Bruce’s eye, ultimately turning into pure horror.

Xu Hairong established a charity granary in Jinxiang County, regularly opening its doors to distribute grain and aid the local poor—this was his pretext.

“Where?!” Pantcost, still arguing with other countries, abruptly hung up and strode over, pressing a hand on Cai Tiantong’s shoulder and leaning down to look at the holographic screen before him.

Then, he apologized and sought forgiveness from the injured guards, security, and workers. As long as they didn’t accuse Jian Junbo of intentional murder, one charge could be dropped.

“Uh...” Yin Jun was speechless. The British beauty beside him had just used a popular phrase from when he traveled through time, which was a bit too pretentious. If an ordinary person heard it, they’d probably find it infuriating.

“Yes, my lady.” Shang Ling obediently sat beside Shang Junle after receiving a stern look from Yin Zhile, completely subdued, no longer showing his previous world-weary demeanor.

Feng Siyue was a promising candidate for a top domestic university. Not just for the school’s reputation, but for Feng Siyue herself—she had to understand the situation.

“He’s back…” Dream Yunxi’s eyes fell on the face ahead, and the tension in her heart finally eased.

Bing Yi encountered Lin Hai under the scorching sun, which nearly dehydrated Lin Hai. Suddenly, a chill swept over him, prompting him to sprint forward and reach Bing Yi in one breath. Bing Yi didn’t return the way he came but instead followed the scent of Xiao Xianzi, surprised to meet Lin Hai along the way.

“Your Highness, you’ve arrived!” Locke hurried to the elaborately dressed man and bowed. His younger brother, Murray, and the magician Anna did the same.