Volume 1, Chapter 23: Even His Own Brother Is a Die-hard Fan of Hua Jiunong

Lin Beibei leaned over, resting her arms on the back of the chair to get a better view of Lin Si’s phone screen. Lin Si was sitting on the sofa just to her left. As she caught him glancing toward her, she instinctively turned her head to meet his gaze. Her long hair shifted slightly, stirring a faint breeze that carried the woman’s delicate fragrance to Lin Si. The feeling that the online persona "Hua Jiu Nong" had suddenly stepped off the screen and into his reality grew increasingly intense. Seeing him remain silent, she guessed, "What are you looking at? Do you think I look like the streamer you like?" Lin Si suddenly snapped out of his reverie, pulled his gaze away, and…

In this day and age, with such advanced internet technology, there was no need to rely on traditional investigative methods when it came to computers; a single piece of software could handle it all.

"Good grief, is the old man having a second spring?" Wulai and Guyu thought with disdain. A flushed face—surely there was more to it than that?

"If you say another word, I cannot guarantee that your head will stay on your shoulders," Ye and Lan Yan spoke almost simultaneously. Their sharp blades radiated a chilling aura. The members of Sword Pointing to the World were instantly enraged, and rows of arrows suddenly appeared before them.

In an instant, a hand with an unnaturally powerful grip clamped onto Zhao Si’s ankle as he stood by the bed. In his dazed state, Zhao Si felt the hand was as cold as a corpse’s. Could it really be a vengeful spirit coming to claim his life?

Watching Jing Yunuang lying quietly on the bed, Han Shui’er felt a wave of sorrow, blaming herself for not providing a stable living environment for the child.

Li Nan did not want to dwell on the other party’s conjecture, as nothing could be deduced from such flimsy, non-existent clues.

"Thank you! You don't have to be so polite! According to Chinese custom, just call me Michiko. May I call you Sixia?" Oshima Michiko said eagerly.

Fang Tianjue was filled with guilt. He drew his Browning pistol and shouted, "Guards platoon, charge with me!" prepared to leap out of the trench and onto the front lines.

"Qinghan! Qinghan!" Bai Ze hurriedly supported Qinghan. Qinghan gave a bitter smile—had he really not come after all?

Wicks was quite enthusiastic; while on the fishing boat, he kept trying to strike up conversations, asking about this and that.

An Zhuyan naturally did not want his best rival to face what might happen next in such a mood.

Seeing his serious expression, Mother Witch withdrew the smile from her face, pulled her arm away from Mo Yan, and turned solemn as well.

Just as Old Wang stood stunned, a hand reached out from the pit, clawing at its edge.

They hadn't finished off Lu Li only because they felt he was useless; in their eyes, he was nothing more than an ant. What point was there in crushing an ant?

"What’s wrong, Huaihuai? Is it those three cars?" Liu Yun also sensed something was amiss, though he initially assumed it was just other rich kids showing off their driving skills.

As they moved things around, they adjusted the space to match their own styles, ensuring everyone felt comfortable and could better focus on their work.

Seeing it wasn't late, and knowing Yun Ya was accompanying her mother, I didn't want to disturb them. I drove to the studio instead. Since the equipment hadn't been moved to the villa yet, I had to spend the night there.

It was the first time Shu Wan had seen Kangxi sleeping so soundly. She had always thought of him as rigid, like a board, but seeing him today, he looked like a child.

Li Linlang said nothing, following the director's assistant toward the so-called conference room.

The wooden post was not knocked away; it landed exactly where it had been picked up, a process so smooth it was a delight to behold.

Did participating in *The Voice* and making it to the finals mean one's popularity had risen and they had officially debuted?

The other cops mistook him for a real gang member and threw Li Xiao into prison. It was there that Li Xiao ended up following Chen Yongjian.

They discovered the biochemical world was undergoing drastic changes and, sensing signs of an invasion by the Destroyers, arrived just in time.

Laughing, Bai Yalin tried his best to hide his embarrassment, giving Li Linlang a look that suggested they all understood.

Fang Zhaotian couldn't take it anymore. He saw through it now: Chen Tianhao wouldn't give up until he got back those ninety million. Who knew how much more he would "calculate" if he kept going?

"Sorry, I don't have a grandson as old as you!" Liu Qing said, before suddenly breaking into a smile, for the man she had been waiting for finally appeared behind her.

Chen Feng stood where he was, watching the spot where Yan Shu had vanished, speechless for a long time. He offered a silent bow and turned to leave.

The creature was stout and fleshy. He didn't choose the yellow sheep or the badger because they were too large for him to consume, and killing them just for the sake of it would violate the unspoken pact between an explorer and nature.

In fact, there was a very important part that Wang Chen didn't mention: he hadn't spoken of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Qi and the War Soul Divine Art he had learned from the Nine-Star Immortal Lord Tiannu and the Golden Light Deity during the divine war.

"Heh, and you claim to be old friends with Clan Leader Feng Qingyun? Don't you even know he ascended over a hundred years ago? Our current clan leader is Feng Qingyun's nephew, Feng Yunlong." Feng Qiushui gave a cold laugh, her eyes filled with disdain.

When Left Scar-Eye heard Li Yan’s words, he was confused at first, but then it clicked. Li Yan had just mentioned this was his estate, so Left Scar-Eye realized who he was: the very person he had been looking for.

"Are you chasing a goal or your own ideals?" Kamio Haruko asked curiously as she poured him a drink.

Even those old fogies in the central compound, despite having had the idea for a long time, had been unable to put it into practice.

Clearly, at this very moment, there were no fewer than twenty agents in this high-security building still keeping an eye on the situation outside—excluding, of course, those who were so sleepy they had started to doze off.

The sea breeze stirred the ripples on the water, blowing the moonlight into an even more desolate state, like a cold-toned print that brought a sense of stillness to the soul.

Liao Zi’s face was filled with despair. Was this the true power of an elf? How could one possibly defeat this?

"Dragon Clan Leader Ao Guang is the master of my sect leader. If you leave now, I will pretend this never happened," Tang Shishi’s voice echoed slowly.

Because his body had been rendered intangible, and he trusted Li Minhua, he believed her when she said the photos were photoshopped and fake.

Anyone unfamiliar with the ways of demonic beasts, even an expert like Chen Feng, would be torn to shreds by wave after wave of beast tides.

Pei Xiuqi had some foresight; Yan Yi really couldn't keep down the food she usually loved.

Amidst the clear breeze and bright moon, the faint chirping of spirit insects brought a sense of peace, making it the perfect time for deep reflection.