Volume One, Chapter 38: The Heartless Woman

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Loves-JiuJiu: [Ahhhhh! Young Master Qin is here! We’re saved!]
Loves-JiuJiu: [I was just thinking about whether we should go find Young Master Qin, and then he just showed up!]
EnjoyingALifeOfCowardice: [Is Young Master Qin here to help again? He’s such a kind person!]
GnawingOnPigButt: [Young Master Qin is truly a soft-hearted God of Wealth!]
[Qin Youjiu gifted Castle in the Sky x2.]
[Qin Youjiu gifted Rocket x4.]
[Qin Youjiu gifted Radiant Castle x5.]
……
Loves-JiuJiu: [We’re definitely going to win this round, let’s crush them!]
While Lin Beibei was dancing, her gaze intentionally swept across the computer screen...
However, seeing that the President only asked her to bring in the luggage and said nothing else, she felt a sense of relief despite her lingering confusion.
In the dim corridor, the two exchanged glances, both glimpsing a hint of secret delight in the other’s eyes.
Although Zeng Kaixuan was naive, he knew more about many things in the Qi-refining world than Lin Feng did.
Ma Yong and the others had never seen Da Wei so angry; even when he had been in trouble before due to fights or other issues, they had never seen him like this.
Su Ming, however, felt that this matter was not that simple. At a glance, Leng Fei was clearly not someone to be trifled with; this kind of rich second-generation heir was even more ruthless than Ji Tongfei—if he got beaten up, he would simply bankrupt the person responsible.
Originally, that big shot should have arrived earlier, but a complication at noon caused a delay.

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Li Gou ordered his soldiers to split to both sides, bowing in unison to see them off.
Upon hearing this, Jue Ban was overcome with rage. "Bah! A wet-behind-the-ears brat is fit to be the sect leader? Who does he think he is? If you want to be the leader, show some real skill! Now that the old leader is dead, I want to see who else you can rely on! Prepare to die!" He brandished his nine-ring monk staff, ready to unleash his moves.
Although Lan Xi had already guessed that the relationship between the Young Master and the Su Group was not simple, she still did not expect that the Young Master was actually the younger brother of the Su Group’s Chairman.
"Haha, I already knew! Look at you, it’s just getting married, why are you so shy? I was just teasing you, hee hee." Liu Yuqing leaned against her arm.
I glanced over roughly, then looked straight at Hu Sanpang, telling him in a calm voice that it was fine as long as he liked it.
Upon hearing the words of the six divine envoys, I became quite curious; he also wanted to see what this giant dragon statue actually looked like.
The wind howled miserably, flesh and bone were severely wounded, and the confined space continued to tremble violently. Forced by the situation, Ling Feng had to channel his immortal power to suppress it, finally curbing the turbulence and causing the confined space to dissipate bit by bit.
"It’s been so long since we felt the river breeze like this. Can we walk a little longer today, A’Yue?" Jiang Yu’er said, smiling happily as she linked her arm with Murong Yue’s.
"Then let’s go in and take a look. This cave dwelling shouldn’t block us like the Dragon God Temple did, right?" the Purple-Gold Divine Lord said at this moment, though his tone sounded full of resentment.
It treasured the cosmic cores in the wooden box like precious gems, and every time it couldn’t resist its cravings, it would take them out to lick them, not daring to actually swallow them.
In the silent night, only the starry sky watched over everything unfolding. The three who had not yet fallen asleep each had a knot in their hearts, wondering when they would be able to untie their burdens and truly continue living—to live a proper life with their current identities.
If Yun Qian didn't open his eyes and only relied on his senses, he would have thought these dozen figures were nothing more than corpses.
Previously, when Chu Shan and Bai Xiaosheng were locked in conflict, Jing Meiying could only worry from the sidelines. Seeing the atmosphere soften, she hurriedly stepped forward and snatched Qianqian from Bai Xiaosheng’s hands; if she had really let Qianqian bully her master as Bai Xiaosheng suggested, it would have been more terrifying than the sky collapsing.
Ye Yuhen shook his head slightly. His goal in becoming a trainer was not any of this, but rather the arrangements of the system. If he had to name a single goal, it might be avenging his master, but now, upon reflection, that emotion wasn't very strong; instead, he felt mostly lost.
Quan Tianqi’s gaze darkened. How could he not be worried? He had only been gone for a moment, and she had almost been put in danger again.
"Mmm, dear Papa, I think the chicken curry you made smells more authentic." As soon as she walked in, Yiman took a deep breath, looking very pleased.

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Everyone burst into laughter, watching Bai Feizhan whispering to Shan Shan with helpless smiles on their faces.
From beginning to end, Jun Qingyue held Xia Lin’s hand. At this moment, in Xia Lin’s eyes, Jun Qingyue was so wonderful, and even his icy expression seemed to soften a little.
"My God..." Xu Qingyuan sighed inwardly, rubbing his temples as he continued to communicate the teaching plan for this semester with the coaches.
Upon hearing this, Su Qingcheng was almost driven mad. She was now one hundred percent certain that Ye Chen had done it on purpose, but there was nothing she could say; no matter what, Ye Chen had just saved her, and that fact could not be erased.
There were clear footprints on the path ahead, obviously left not long ago, while the other path leading downward was piled with sand and gravel, looking as if no one had walked it for many years. So, which path should he take? Ye Yuhen made a decision in an instant.
Tan Zhenzhen, however, seemed to enjoy self-inflicted misery, always trying to get close to Xia Yan. When she was met with coldness, she would put on a pitiful, wronged expression.
But Shen Tianhe still decided to confess on the spot; he had to snatch Xia Lin away from that philandering man.
Just as he stepped outside, Zhou Ming noticed that the old man had not gone far, as he had been intercepted by someone.
"Rumble!" Following that came the sound of heavy footsteps. The Abbasid army, arranged in neat battle formations with shields and spears, pressed toward the forty thousand Han soldiers.
Following the directions given by the hotel lobby manager, he drove to a famous teahouse by West Lake, where a master storyteller was performing.
"Warriors, hurry home!" With a wave of his hand, the Turkic army set out, embarking on their southern expedition.
The four listeners gulped, knowing the crucial part was coming, and each pricked up their ears.
Although the recording crystal could capture a general image, the battle had mainly taken place under the cover of the Star-Net Barrier.