Volume 1, Chapter 31: Young Master Qin Is Across the Way Again

Why is this Young Master Qin adding her now? Hadn't she already coaxed him into leaving?

Lin Beibei opened the backend and accepted Young Master Qin's friend request.

Beibei: [Hello, are you looking to request a refund? You can just click the refund button directly.]

Thinking it over, that was the only logical possibility. After last night’s match, her earnings had surged past half a million, so refunding these ninety thousand wouldn't be the end of the world. Besides, since he claimed his account had been hacked, it wouldn't be right to refuse.

Qin Youjiu did not reply.

Receiving no response, Lin Beibei switched her attention to the social news article she had seen earlier. An eighty-thousand-follower streamer caught stealing from a trash can? Could this news be about that "old six" from last night? Lin Beibei clicked on it...

Ye Xiao glanced at him from afar, said nothing, and turned to leave. Behind him, the man's wailing and laughter echoed, lingering for a long time.

There was another massive expansion of the army, and this time, the military had ample confidence. With the territory having expanded more than tenfold, the supply of soldiers had increased dramatically.

"Perhaps you, the so-called omnipotent god, would not believe it, but the fact is, from the moment I first met you, I suspected that you, Xu Fu, are Di Shitian of the Heavenly Gate," Huang Chong said, looking at Xu Fu.

Yue Changlin was merely accustomed to asking Guo Jia and the others; he had developed a reliance on them, believing their methods were always the best. In truth, he had already formed a plan in his own mind, one that aligned perfectly with what Guo Jia and the others had suggested.

Even though sound cannot travel in a vacuum, everyone on the entire warship heard Black Bolt's voice for the first time.

As Chen Fan’s cultivation level improved, the power of the Spirit Tribulation Finger could no longer keep up and was nearly ready to be discarded. Thus, this Great Bright Fist was the best supplement for Chen Fan at the moment.

It is better to live miserably than to die well—that saying is no joke. Those who have never died can never know the agony of death; it is certainly no more comfortable than any moment you spend alive.

"Here are five bottles of Pipi Experience Pills, top-tier quality. I hope Clan Leader Xiao will accept them," Ya Fei said, fluttering her beautiful eyes with a captivating smile that could enchant the world.

After getting down, Lu Qiao’s husband still looked shaken. Seeing a ghost in broad daylight is, indeed, not easy to accept.

Standing opposite Chen Fan, Yang You’s face turned green, and he was on the verge of tears. With countless eyes fixed on him, he would have shouted that he surrendered right then and there if he could.

Li Mu glanced at the hidden mechanism but dared not act rashly to restart the stone door. He pressed his ear against it for a long time until he was certain there wasn't the slightest sound from the inner chamber before resetting the mechanism.

Yuan Meng laughed and scolded, slamming a fist into Yu Jiucheng’s chest, forcing him back a step and causing him to rub the spot vigorously.

"Look at that! It must be that we were too talkative, actually causing someone as good-tempered as Princess Huan to lose her temper!" Consort Shu, ever the troublemaker, fanned the flames with great enthusiasm.

"Guan Zhen, have you gone mad? Huo Taixian did a great favor for Young Master Dan. If you kill Huo Taixian, Young Master Dan will not spare you." Zhang San and Li Si were pale with terror. At that moment, the scroll in their sleeves transformed into a blade, which they held tightly to deflect the incoming arrows.

Du Aitong had just finished school and, instead of going straight home, headed toward the West Market of Chang'an.

He would be seized by Emperor Wu Ming, who would take him down along with the others. Thus, he chose to bow his head to Emperor Wu Ming.

He had originally sought death, yet he survived the struggle for imperial power between Prince Huan and the Crown Prince! It must be that his fate was not yet sealed.

He saw a Taoist priest wearing robes and sporting a goat-beard, holding a banner that read: "Cures All Ailments."

"At last year’s 'Hanya' spring auction in Yanjing, a Yongzheng famille-rose deer-pattern bell-shaped vase sold for 48 million. This 'Joyous Report of Peace' vase is valued at 50 million—that’s not low, is it?" Jin Dayuan replied, facing Lin Chusheng’s gaze as if 50 million were as trivial as 50 yuan.

"I am here." At that moment, the voice of the Marquis of the Southwest came from outside the yamen, and the Marquis strode in with long, confident steps.

However, in a "ghostly place" like the Lighthouse, having seven or eight dishes that made one's appetite swell suddenly appear made me lose all desire to eat. I looked at the food, feeling as if every dish was labeled "Ghost Food."

"You have to spend money to make money. That’s how I operate, and that’s how he operates. It all depends on how he chooses," I said solemnly.

Even if he had to look for an outsider, Old Dao could have chosen the descendants of his former boss to inherit his legacy. At the very least, if Ouyang Zhi didn't want it, he could have chosen Qin Ruoyun or the others. Why choose me?

If you didn't look at her appearance, you would never guess that the voice belonged to a girl of about twenty.

Fu Lingyuan watched with dark, heavy eyes as the man took out the tin foil, poured a bit of powder onto it, used a lighter to heat it from below, and then inhaled the smoke through an empty paper tube.

All his gentleness and warmth were a facade; the ruthless, decisive nature in his bones meant he could never provide a stable life.

Fu Lingyuan also smiled, because Lu Shaocong’s words were similar to what Yu Lan had said not long ago, though Yu Lan’s focus had been on the relationship between herself and Lu Zhenhua.

"Aren't there police officers there? Just catch the suspicious person once they've been identified. What’s the point of telling me this?" I replied coldly.

There was likely an expert advising that old emperor behind the scenes, though we were unaware of it. This reminded me of the person in the previous life who discovered the Gu worm in Consort Rou’s body; I remember that person... I believe he was a eunuch.

He hoped to maintain his towering image forever, to remain the invincible hero, and to preserve the dignity of an older brother who would never be defeated.

Before long, Lin Minjia and Lin Yijia walked in, each carrying a bouquet of plum blossoms. After the formalities, they couldn't help but inquire about how Zhao Shiyan’s visit had gone. The eldest Madam Lin didn't hide anything and explained the situation to them.

If it weren't for the fact that Xia Chiwan had always had a good impression of Jin Xingyu, replacing her halfway would have invited Xia Chiwan’s resentment. Otherwise, the Seventeenth Prince would not have wanted Jin Xingyu to appear before Xia Chiwan again.

The two walked into the courtyard one after the other. The people in the room didn't move, thinking it was a matter that could be settled in a few moments and wasn't worth the effort of going in and out.

He Xuan noticed Jin Se’s slight movement, and Yun Zhen saw it too! Yun Zhen smiled and walked over as well.

"Princess, it's a joyous day; please be mindful of the taboos..." Wutong said, handing over a glass of water while pouting.

Having said that, she clapped her hands sharply, looking as if she were about to strike someone. Lin Baoshu was startled by her demeanor, frozen for a moment, and dared not say another word.