Chapter 114: First Arrival in Paris

Wanhua did not stop them. Gradually, before long, only fifty or sixty of the unruly young men remained, suggesting that few of them had relatives working here.

As Wanhua and his group approached the camp, Wanqiang happily went out to greet them. Xu Jie, as a guest, also accompanied him.

In Heitong’s mind, the series of events that had unfolded in the Jialan Empire over the past few months kept replaying incessantly.

Seeing Gu Ma’s string of probing questions, Gu Xixi, not a fool, stood up, took her coat, and returned to her room. “Mom, I’m tired. I’ll take a shower and sleep early. You should rest early too.” She gave Gu Ma no further chance to continue her interrogation.

After a while, Gu Dongjue emerged from the bathroom, dried his hair, and lay down on the bed. Su Xia tidied up the dishes, feeling somewhat at a loss. Though she was still a bit weary, with Gu Dongjue already resting, was she supposed to lie down as well?

Yang Sanmei had not yet reached the doorway when two guards from the Golden Knife Sect shouted fiercely at her.

Xiao Lan felt almost as if she had misheard. Qin Tian’s sudden, intimate address nearly overwhelmed her emotions, bringing her close to tears on the spot.

“Don’t do this. Qiao Ling is my best friend. Please don’t treat her this way,” Ho Sijing said weakly.

The mad dog refused to believe what Huang San said. The Yan family was a colossal force; even Mayor Shi of Dongling City dared not provoke this beast lightly.

“Sir, you… you might as well not save Second Master, but why are you stopping us from rescuing him?” Though they dared not curse, their faces plainly showed their resentment.

Sun Jing would not betray Qin Feng’s trust and accepted the matter directly. However, Sun Jing’s concern was how to help Qin Feng overcome the side effects or find Xia Chen’s biological father to assist Qin Feng.

Just as Azazel had anticipated, the brat did not have enough time to dodge his attack. A streak of light flashed as Azazel rushed in front of the boy, then shouted coldly, swinging his fist with full force toward him.

There were very few top-level VIP rooms—only nine in total. Only the most elite practitioners with the Mixed Origin Dao Realm and those presenting precious auction items were qualified to enter.

“They all have families of their own; they wouldn’t just come on a whim,” Wang Sui shook his head with a smile.

While the Leng sisters were overwhelmed with grief, an immense, overwhelming aura suddenly surged from behind them like a volcanic eruption—unstoppable and fierce.

Adolf immediately withdrew his two clones, the burden easing significantly. Qin Feng smiled, understanding that Adolf could not bear such a load.

Qin Feng pointed to a branded store nearby. Lusa said nothing, pushed open the door, and walked in; Qin Feng followed behind.

“Hmph… The Liu family boasts themselves as the top swordsmiths under heaven. Now that Third Master has forged a divine weapon, let's see how the Liu family will face the world without shame,” Fu Chuanjing sneered repeatedly, already picturing the Liu family’s crestfallen faces.

He bent down and kissed her slightly parted cherry lips, soft and sweet, the smooth sensation deeply stirring him.

The warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the balcony, spilling across the floor. Yu Ruo lazily leaned against the sofa, enjoying the delicious fruit peeled by her mother’s own hands.

This Lagran repeatedly insisted on waiting for someone from the American headquarters, but Li Chen had no leisure for that. Given the time, he would rather have Ye Wudie accompany him shopping—it was far more comfortable. Judging by Lagran’s demeanor, he seemed to regard him as an easily fooled ordinary person.

Wei Routi’s words silenced the entire room, yet she still felt that the prodigy was wronged—why should he be spoken ill of?

Li Chen suddenly stood up, alertly walking to the door. It was nearly two in the morning, and someone ringing his doorbell at this hour was unexpected.

However, when the doctor was genuinely ready to perform surgery on her, she lacked the courage, pushed the doctor aside, and stumbled out.

After Tang Feng was shot, Liu Jun continued the undercover plan Tang Feng devised, defecting to the “Eagle King” Wang Haibo far away in Binzhou.

Love songs easily stir emotions, and with Guan Yunqiao’s perfect immersion into the blurred lines between reality and illusion, everyone was drawn into a world of sorrow, immersed in the pain of love lost.

This move was only used when she was frightened. Thinking about it, her prodigy was not so terrifying after all.

After Princess Luo Qi’s death, he took the opportunity to transfer the harem’s authority to Qing Fang. Having already overworked Princess Feng Yin, he gradually reclaimed most of the relinquished power. Luo Qi’s lack of mourning was supposedly to investigate the true culprit, but in reality, it was because Feng Yin was cornered and forced onto the most perilous path—rebellion.

“Congratulations to the Fourth Young Master and the Young Mistress,” Yang Jinxin’s slightly cold voice trembled subtly.

“Liao, please inform His Majesty that I, Ho Chengjun, request an audience.” When Ho Chengjun arrived, the guards immediately spoke to Liao, as this was beyond their capacity.

“Sister, why are you looking at me like that?” Ho Chengjun looked at Xu Pingjun, who had just ceased her recollections with a trace of confusion in her bright eyes. Ho Chengjun was no stranger to worldly matters but did not yet fully understand her thoughts.

I still hesitated—not because I doubted my ability to complete the task within the deadline, but because being Mi Lan’s assistant was truly exhausting.

These two young men were the glasses-wearing man and his brother whom I had locked in Huzi’s trunk that day. The one with glasses was Mao Ping; the one without was Mao An. They were biological brothers but clearly not on the same intellectual level.

At this point, Liu He, who had reigned for only twenty-seven days, left his supreme position in a daze and disbelief. The Han Dynasty was once again leaderless, and establishing a new ruler became a difficult problem.

Thankfully, it was the weekend, and I had ample time to catch up on sleep. After drinking some milk, I gradually drifted off.

To be precise, this demon beast’s realm was only at the second level of the Return to Void Realm, yet it could emit the deterrent power of the fourth level. It was a beast with talent far beyond its rank.

Humans are not grass or trees—who can be without feelings? I personally fed this child for several days, changed and washed his diapers. Though it was tiring, the child was obedient and had begun to smile, his lips curling into a slight arc, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Xia Zhi.