Volume 1, Chapter 52: Damn it! Who on earth is going against her!

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To prevent anyone from discovering that she was the bootleg Hua Jiunong, she specially went out today and spent a hefty sum of one hundred yuan to buy a new mobile phone card and register a sub-account on Yinlang.
This way, she could freely scroll through short videos and enter other people's live broadcast rooms again.
She also used her sub-account to follow Hua Jiunong so that she would receive broadcast notifications, avoiding any accidental overlap if Hua Jiunong suddenly decided to stream extra sessions.
If that day ever came, she would definitely be finished.
Given the viewers in her own live stream, they would undoubtedly support Hua Jiunong without hesitation, and her broadcast room would become utterly miserable, beaten black and blue by Hua Jiunong.
Lin Beibei watched for a short while before exiting.
There was nothing interesting about it.
Hua Jiu...
Walking by her side and holding her arm was Sangbao. Today's Sangbao was similarly dressed in a noble and charming manner, though her slightly tense back betrayed her nervousness.
"I have no idea either; I only heard that the young man's family background is pretty good, and Sister Bingbing didn't tell me anything else," Qilin replied immediately without hesitation.
To be honest, the Vajra Carving had been completely infuriated by He Qi. When it attacked Zihan and the others just now, it had assumed victory was certain.
"Offense taken, Young Madam. The Young Master has ordered us to take you back immediately to confront Uncle Lin, so... Young Madam, you'd better obediently return with us," Lin Feng said in as gentle a tone as possible.
"That is..." Seeing Yao Yi eating with her own spoon, Ge Anlin's face suddenly flushed red, her expression somewhat embarrassed as she looked at Yao Yi, her peripheral vision glancing at Ding Mo beside them.
At that moment, Sima Qiqi produced a flash drive, dangled it briefly before Sima Qiqi's eyes, and placed it on her desk.
Thinking of Ge Anlin being imprisoned in Xu Jianan's—or rather, Yao Yi's—arms, her struggling movements grew violent. She began pounding on Yao Yi with both hands, her feet not idle either as she prepared to kick him.
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Hearing Sima Qiqi continuing to repeat such words incessantly, she patted her shoulder, pulling her back to reality.
Lan Qiong walked over with a mischievous smile, patted Uncle Lin's shoulder, and offered a solemn compliment, even glancing inadvertently toward Uncle Lin's crotch area.
The commander knew that no matter what, he was looking at a life sentence at the very least, destined for lifetime imprisonment. With fewer than forty officers and men remaining across the two frigates, his entire life was ruined; he might as well use this opportunity to go completely wild for once.
Gu Dalong did not dare to mention Mixiang either, knowing that whenever the regiment commander heard that name, he would either sink into a gloomy expression or remain silent for a long time—it had become an untouchable taboo.
In a flash, Wu Yue lunged forward, his right-hand spiritual light sword bringing up specks of cold radiance as it thrust toward the black servant's right knee and the white servant's left knee respectively. If the two of them still intended to execute a surprise attack according to their previous plan, it would be equivalent to offering their knees directly to the tip of Wu Yue's sword.
Where Yu You sat, a few designers were whispering among themselves, and those words happened to reach Yu You's ears.
"Gu Jinxi, you aren't trying to find an excuse for failing to formulate the potion, are you? Do you think anyone will believe that?" As soon as Alice's voice fell, looks of sudden realization appeared on everyone's faces.
Wu Yue felt immensely aggrieved; Kaneki Ken was simply an absolute pitfall—once you stepped foot in, you couldn't climb out even if you wanted to.
Kaneki Ken subconsciously tilted his head. The first half of the sentence made some sense, but for the second half, why did he suddenly feel a sense of sorrow?
After noticing their respective elders arriving, Ling Qin and the others collectively breathed a sigh of relief, each making their way to the sides of their family and sect elders.
Looking at Zhang Jialiang blowing smoke rings, Zhu Boyun felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly. Zhang Jialiang was openly and shamelessly conducting a transaction with him, even making him name his price, yet he still had to maintain a flattering demeanor and let himself be slaughtered. In terms of official rank, he was a notch higher than Zhang Jialiang—what on earth was this all about?
However, she was currently unable to channel cosmic Qi and could only rely on her body's natural instincts to dodge.
Yet, if Yu You were to do that, the trending searches would probably change to Outing and Tom being suspected father and son.
A voice as gentle as pearls and jade reached her ears, and Xia Mengxi felt as though her heart was about to leap out of her throat.
"Since Cousin Jinshu already has someone in her heart, and it happens to be my older brother, I am naturally overjoyed. Father, if you do not agree to this match, I'm afraid you'll miss the village once you pass this shop," Nangong Huoxu leisurely stood up and said to Master Nangong.
He Danggui scratched the tip of her nose and tilted her head, saying, "That sounds rather miraculous." How on earth had the old swindler pulled off this performance?
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Entering the room, Cuiyu was kneeling before Madam Ge. A teacup lay shattered on the floor nearby, the scattered fragments looking rather hideous.
What was she doing here? Xia Mengning felt puzzled inwardly, but she still sat quietly. The moon-yellow gauze curtains hung down, making it completely impossible to see the scenery inside the window from the outside, while she herself could clearly observe every single movement in the courtyard outside.
"Second Brother, do you truly not blame me?" Only Mei'er and Shang Liyou remained in the room. Looking at Shang Liyou, Mei'er always felt she owed him a great deal.
However, their conversation had been heard word for word by Ling Feng, who was hiding nearby. His half-closed, cold eyes looked as though he were deep in thought.
Ye Baocheng deserved an even more gruesome fate, having directly harbored murderous intent, plotting against his master, personally forcing several types of lethal poison down his master's throat, and pushing his master off a ten-thousand-foot cliff. The cruelty of his methods was breathtaking, and he fully deserved today's retribution of plunging off a cliff.
Witnessing this bloody scene, whether it was the soldiers brought by Leng Yaowu or the troops on the side of Duke Zheng, everyone exchanged glances in mutual dismay, struck with terror.
Ominous and treacherous, harboring thoughts that contradicted one's words—yet perhaps precisely because of this, they possessed the capability to climb to such a lofty position.
Chu Yan, that big fool, still hadn't reacted, repeatedly questioning Qianxue. Qianxue raised her head, which was so flushed it seemed capable of dripping blood, glanced behind Chu Yan, and signaled to him with a look.
Dismissing the attending maidservant, she let out a yawn and drowsily undressed. When she was left in only her undergarments and loungewear, she slowly stepped into the hot spring.
Yet if things did not go this way, the problem remained the same. First, it required Qingyang to make a mistake—meaning Qingyang failed to refine three Qi-Gathering Pills—for the opportunity to fall to her, while simultaneously ensuring that she herself could successfully refine three Qi-Gathering Pills. However, the probability of that was simply far too low.
That stone possessed sharp edges and corners, and having been thrown by an expert like Old Taoist Songhe, a normal beehive would certainly have fallen instantly upon impact. Yet when this beehive was struck, it merely swayed slightly and remained hanging from the branch, completely unaffected.
Halfway up the mountain, a large iron-chain bridge spanned between two massive mountains, its surface paved thickly with wooden boards, looking very sturdy.
Not only Nong Zaotian, but Shang Ruhai and Xiong Jianlin had also prepared long in advance, each executing their unique skills to escape in two other directions. Only Qingyang hesitated slightly; seeing that Senior Brother Cai on the ground had indeed ceased breathing, he then headed toward the remaining direction.
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