Chapter 34: What, Do You Think I'm Too Old?

Jiang Mengnan tossed and turned, unable to sleep that night. Though she knew it was wishful thinking to believe Lu Yu could ever harbor romantic feelings for her, she still decided to dress up beautifully the next day. After all, promoting the variety show via livestream would also serve as promotion for her bookstore.

Bai Hua narrowed his eyes at the entrance to the Flaming Mountains; this place was far more complex than a mere formation.

The Crown Prince and the Empress were forced to kneel in the grand hall, while the Third Prince, Xuanyuan Hongkai, sat high upon the dragon throne.

The mere mention of these few words left his throat parched. In this region, the air seemed devoid of moisture, stifling and dry; Jian Mo could even smell the faint scent of singed hair.

Golza had not expected the Kyrieloids to act so unpredictably. He was a monster of such massive proportions—could they not show even a modicum of concern?

Yan Xiao had been struck by guards in the palace, but in truth, she had not allowed herself to be truly harmed. At most, she had taken a glancing blow. She had been more curious about who was targeting her, and since she could have easily dodged the attacks, her actions were somewhat deliberate; she knew exactly what she was doing.

With a focused gaze on Li Mu, he stubbornly twisted off the cap, poured the medicinal oil into his palm, and held Li Mu’s ankle, rubbing the oil in with steady, rhythmic pressure.

"Who... who are you?" Huang Ren stared at the stranger. The light in the room was decent; the red candle had yet to burn out, and its glow fell upon the intruder, casting an otherworldly shimmer over them. Their eyes were bright and clear, radiating a luster that seemed to outshine the candlelight. Who was this person?

Seeing her take the initiative to look at him for once, Qu Qingtian arched his peach-blossom eyes in good spirits, as if completely oblivious to the anger directed his way.

At Elder Qin’s words, Shui Yinchan felt a mix of amusement and frustration. Shouldn't the Sect Master and her Master be focusing on the important matters? Why were they dwelling on this instead?

"She wasn't poor before, but she is now—who told her to get herself buried in debt? If you ask me, she brought this on herself," Rose said, unceremoniously stripping away Leona’s glamorous facade.

Her body was supple, and having just given birth, Su Chenxi—who had always been somewhat delicate—now possessed even more alluring curves thanks to her excellent postpartum recovery.

"We are all family now; there is no need for such formalities. Go find Zhang Hui and have him arrange your accommodations," Liu Yu said calmly.

To be slapped in front of the Bo family servants—Liu Yun felt she simply could not swallow this insult.

She had only run a few steps when she heard the heavy thud of Lu Qingshan falling to the ground. The dull sound sent a jolt of terror through her heart, and she spun around in a panic.

With a breakthrough finally achieved, the group felt invigorated, and the police team began the process of confirming the victim's identity.

"It’s just... the age gap is truly not ideal. I wanted them to grow up as childhood sweethearts, so that everything would fall into place naturally... If the gap is too large, they won’t have anything in common. What if my twins get stolen away by others?" Jing Tong was already fretting over her unborn children.

So much had happened over the past few days that as soon as Song Yan’s head hit the pillow, she fell fast asleep.

Suddenly, she felt a large hand roaming over her body. She froze, realizing someone was undressing her.

Meow’s claws, though blunt, hooked firmly into the pajamas. No matter how he pulled, he wouldn't be able to pry the large, flat-faced feline pendant off unless he wanted to rip the fabric to shreds.

This was so sudden, so intense, that they were left utterly speechless.

The most immediate consequence was that the path to industrialization would be slower, but also more solid; Qian Yuan could no longer rely on "cheating" by purchasing key components or equipment through the [Marketplace]. From now on, every single screw would have to be manufactured from scratch.