Volume 1, Chapter 61: Nothing More Than a Ruse

Although Tang Xinyi was anxious inside, she felt that Fang Tao's words were not entirely unreasonable.

Accompanied by a low groan, Yang Mo, trapped in the sea of fire, emitted a faint blue glow. Amidst the scorching flames, Yang Mo's expression turned cold, and a violent surge of energy instantly burst forth from his body, dispersing the surrounding fire.

Gently placing the items from the coffee table and tabletop back to their original positions, Yang Mo remembered he was not at home and awkwardly offered an apology to Professor He.

He was looking down at the ground without paying attention to the path ahead. Lost in deep thought, he accidentally bumped into a burly man while spacing out.

Always one to act on impulse, Mu Keke had such a personality. Whatever she decided to do had to be completed immediately; otherwise, she would feel an unsettling twitch in her heart.

Ning Xi had previously considered many possibilities, but she never imagined that this method would be used to attract the attention of the Feng family.

For some unknown reason, seeing Ling Muchen injured caused a deep ache in Ji Nuan'er's heart, as if the one beaten was her own son—a sensation she could not quite put into words.

She now felt an incomparable warmth, a warmth that made her legs stop feeling stiff. She walked straight toward the youth, cup-shaped his face with both hands, and gently kissed him.

Thus, after Pengde walked over, he suddenly heard Xue Song's words. He didn't catch the whole sentence, only hearing the phrase "it's so good to have friends."

Pity that back then, too many things had happened to her, leaving no room for her to give Mu Qianxue much opportunity to get close.

Xuanyuan Yu regretted asking Li Yi if he knew the way almost the second the words left his mouth. After all, none of them had ever been here before, and they could only search slowly. He realized he had been a bit too anxious, swayed by Dong Chi's words. No matter who was searching for a path, it was impossible to reach the destination directly; one always had to grope along step by step.

Some people carried machetes and retractable batons, while inside the private room, someone brazenly brandished a shotgun. Once that thing went off, not only was its destructive power astonishing, but its lethality was also terrifying.

On the battlefield, this sudden situation startled everyone. People could see dense lines across the sky—one end connected to Chu Yun's palms, and the other end linked to thousands of people in the battlefield below.

He had not expected that after enduring four years of having her body possessed, she would be trapped by time for another nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

Covering her mouth, Ping'er chuckled softly at the hickey on her neck. Her laughter was simply too conspicuous inside the quiet carriage, causing Su Hanchu to raise her weary eyelids and glance at her.

Just as Shen Lianxi was hesitating over how to refuse, a hurried figure rushed over, nearly crashing into her. Following closely was a dark, grimy paw that lunged directly for the money in Yuan Qiao's hand.

After witnessing the tragic deaths of so many people, Cheng Tianxiong was long engulfed by fear and terror. Facing the approaching Chu Yun, his face turned ghastly pale as he stumbled backward a few steps and collapsed onto the ground.

As the carriage curtain was lifted, a man stepped down. He was dressed in a dark, narrow-sleeved python robe, the cuffs embroidered with gold thread in auspicious cloud patterns. Around his waist was a bright red and white jade belt, from which hung an imperial green jade pendant carved with dragons and phoenixes bringing auspiciousness.

If she couldn't become her stepmother, she at least had to stay together with her father so that others wouldn't reap the benefits for nothing. With Shen Lianxi around, many matters for the Ji family could proceed much more smoothly.

Su Ke pondered for a moment, then began crouching in the brush beside the razorbacks in the enemy's red jungle.

The director's side was urging them, so Feng Lingxue had no choice but to put down the script and force herself to immerse in the plot, projecting herself into the character. Once on stage, she was Chen Ai, no longer Feng Lingxue.

Fang Yifan's heart ached as well. Ever since she learned the news that he was still alive, she had been wrestling with this question, ultimately making a painful choice.