Volume One, Chapter 45: Afraid He’ll Be Heartbroken?

The panic in Shen Zhao’s eyes instantly turned to indignation, and she glared at him in silence.

Zhou Huaixu’s lips brushed her earlobe.

Warm, moist, and soft.

“You’re so determined not to let him know. Are you afraid he’ll be hurt?” he asked, biting her as he spoke.

Whether Zhou Lin was hurt or not had long since ceased to matter to Shen Zhao.

An Rong also felt that Tian Lei had a point. France had more than sixty million people, after all. Amid that vast sea of humanity, how could Tian Lei possibly know someone he had never met?

Looking at the palm-sized, ugly fish in the soup bowl, everyone cast an odd glance at Lin Nan. The corners of their mouths twitched uncontrollably, their faces caught between wanting to laugh and daring not to.

Li Longji put on a stern face and said, “You little girl really do speak without thinking. Someone merely wanted to see what he looked like. Was there any need to refuse at the cost of your life?” His tone did not seem angry at all; it sounded more like a scolding from an elder to a younger person being foolish. Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not only his avatar—even Lin Nan’s eyes revealed a frenzied will to fight. With a casual wave of his hand, nine corpses of three-legged Golden Crows, still wreathed in flames, appeared within the divine temple.

“You didn’t withdraw with your men. Don’t tell me you stayed behind on purpose to wait for me?” Lin Nan made no effort to hide his disdain and spoke in a deliberately sarcastic tone.

Wei Wuji let out an angry roar. His face was deathly pale and covered in cold sweat, his limbs trembling as he glared furiously at Chen Zhifan and demanded in a harsh voice.

If it had been anyone else, they would probably have agreed without hesitation. But with Ye Fan, Zhang Lu could only batter him with favors.

His hand seemed to contain an entire nebula, its vast and profound power capable of destroying and crushing everything. The Five-Thunder Transformative Ultimate Hand harmed both its wielder and its target, but Lao Tzu’s technique was a truly formidable strike.

Wei Qingcheng covered her eyes and abruptly turned away, her normally icy face flushed scarlet with embarrassment.

She plunged the Great Brahma Sect into chaos, even killing numerous Buddhist cultivators. In the end, she departed from that realm and became the Black Lotus Demon Venerable.

Yue Dongli had only just entered the ranks of cultivators and was merely in the early Qi Refining stage. Of course, Dongfang Yun was in the same position.

The Han Kingdom intended to unify the realm and establish its capital at Chang’an. There was no need to worry that this would provoke Qin; even without such provocation, Qin and Han were irreconcilable enemies. Once the news was released, the people of Qin would no longer resist Han so strongly.

Forget it. There was no point worrying about so much. They should start dating first. If, by some chance, he did something one day that wronged Xianling, they could always break up—it would simply be unavoidable.

Ye Qingjue and the Ghost-Faced Ancient Jade both propped up their chins with their hands, bewildered: What was the matter with this girl’s temper?

Amid endless waiting and a war in which no hope could be seen, Luo Wusheng grew weary. The defenders Ye Qingjue had left her were enough to let her hold out to the very end, but when she saw the shattered city walls and the displaced civilians, the taut string in her heart finally snapped. She wanted to give up and end the battle in her own way.

This section belonged to Cheng Yanzhong; that one belonged to Cheng Diyi. Su Ruoyao had to seize one of them. After spending so much time with Cheng Yanzhong from five hundred years in the future, she could no longer bear to part with him. Yet Cheng Diyi’s loving, fatherly appearance was gradually becoming clear in her heart.

She noticed that the boys were either chatting, staring blankly into space, or playing on their phones. Very few were studying on their own, though none of them appeared to be sleeping.

The maids of Green Shade had not yet understood what Luo Wusheng meant when Ye Qingjue, who was drinking tea in the sitting room, suddenly spat it all out and began coughing repeatedly.

“With a wife like this, should I be happy or worried?”

Zhang Yunze took out his phone. The display showed an overseas call, which puzzled him. He answered, and a fluent, authentic American voice spoke from the other end.

To be safe, only the first three clauses needed to be triggered! Zhang Yunze had to be selected ahead of time. Even if he entered the NBA a year late, that would still be better than letting someone else take him.