Volume 1, Chapter 47: Want to see Xixi? I will take you there!

Almost all the invitations were prepared by the assistant according to the guest list, except for one, which was written in his own hand.

If she could put on a loving display with Shen Dongcheng to show that their relationship as husband and wife was fine, it would certainly be better than letting people suspect that she was about to be kicked out of the family.

The two of them curled up on the sofa, each holding a phone. Someone had somehow leaked the news of Bian Mo being beaten up, and it was already spreading like wildfire across the internet.

Wenren Qin'er indeed had the strongest motive; she was capable of doing anything to kill her, and those actions could even include dragging the entire Wenren family down with her. However, other possibilities could not be completely ruled out.

Originally, he had wanted to wait for Ling Yao near the villa where Ling Yalan was locked up, but Ling Yao refused.

"My fellow Su family brothers and sisters, our ancestors always wanted to carry forward the reputation of the Su family. Your junior, Su Youliang, has lived up to this mission. Please trust Youliang, and in the future, the Su family will definitely become the largest family in Binhai!" Su Youliang raised his glass, and the others raised the glasses on their tables as a sign of approval for Su Youliang.

This man was simply terrifying. Take this piece of jadeite, for instance—if this stone actually turned out to be ice-type jadeite, he would probably swallow it on the spot. Sister Qingning had clearly bought a worthless piece of rock, yet he managed to talk about it as if she had acquired an peerless treasure. Look at how happy he had made Sister Qingning.

However, what did this news have to do with him? Zhang Chu took his phone, set it aside, and interlaced his fingers with those delicate hands. The compensation had already been paid, and it had nothing to do with that mother-in-law anymore. Whatever she did had not a single penny's worth of relation to him.

Hearing footsteps, Bai Qiheng turned around and nodded at Su Zhiqian as a greeting. Without waiting for a response, he immediately turned back to focus on the situation inside the interrogation room.

Eventually, under Jill's "strong insistence," the two rested for a few minutes before searching the remaining rooms, yet they found no clues regarding the security code.

Su Xue would surely understand him; it was just that the cold war between them over the past two days would undoubtedly need to be maintained a bit longer.

Jiang Yin's appearance caused quite a stir among the staff, who let their imaginations run wild, though very few actually regarded her as Jiang Kuo's biological younger sister.

Indeed, this was Zhu Muchen's plan. He ordered the soldiers to fire a massive volume of these high-sounding, roaring flames. Although they could not inflict physical damage on the distant Oirat and Tatar enemy troops, they were enough to strike fear into their hearts.

Qingning stood outside the door, the brightly lit interior exposing her completely to the gazes of others.

"Are you an idiot? What's wrong with black-and-white photos? Add a wedding dress, ghost-like wailing, and the imagery of a wedding scene wearing a white bridal gown—it's spine-chilling and heart-stopping even in broad daylight."

Lin Bai didn't realize why for a moment, and the words slipped out of his mouth before he could control them.

In an instant, all the spectators reacted. This "Xixi," who had intentionally suffered eight consecutive losses, might actually be Murong Yan, the number one umbrella user in the league.

Looking at Zhou Mengqi's outfit, Liu Yangyang and her companion clicked their tongues in amazement. They just knew that Shen Mingyi remained the same old lech.

Because if the master controller of that burial chamber was Third Uncle... then naturally, this wasn't a major problem.

Feng Jin was instantly captivated by the red fox's appearance, longing to scoop it straight into his arms and give it a thorough pet.

The young man naturally understood this logic as well. After all, every single one of these punches had been delivered by his own hands; when it came to the condition of his arms, who could possibly know better than he did?

"Sister Hanhan, I wouldn't dare take your money. If you really want to pay for the skirt, go give the money back to my brother instead." Pang Xin hurried into the bathroom, refusing to accept Lin Han's money.

Ren Fengyu, however, only sighed deeply. He felt even more the slimness of his chances in pursuing Leng Yan, while at the same time growing increasingly worried for his younger sister.

When Chu Tian finished preparing breakfast for everyone, Sister Hong came downstairs after getting enough of her second-round sleep. The house was filled with blooming beauties, making it feel like stepping into a grand garden.

On the city wall, Titanic, the primary mage of the "Heroes" guild, cast a powerful spell—scorching flames that burned the shields of the Snow Moon Knights red. Under the cover of those shields, the stamina of the production-class players was weak, and they dropped dead one after another amidst miserable screams.

Xingtian did not get angry in the least. After all, he had experienced countless storms and gales. No one could sway his emotions with just a couple of words.

With a sudden grab at the shaft of the Triple-Point Pear Blossom Spear before it could pierce the ground, he jerked it downward. Ye Longhun didn't even have time to react before he felt a torrential pulling force that dragged his entire body crashing straight into the ground.

"Then give me your phone number. When I go back, I'll have that old man buy me a phone, and whenever I want to eat, I'll call you," said Gong Xuehan.

Shangguan Lingxuan's emotions gradually recovered—to be precise, she returned to her former cold and aloof demeanor. If not for their mental connection, Ye Feng would have truly doubted whether this incident had even happened, because during class, Shangguan Lingxuan deliberately targeted Ye Feng, subjecting him to quite a few penalties.

Even boss Zhang Hua watched in amazement as the iron plate, which had been glowing red like blood, slowly began to fade in color and gradually turned blue, as if a layer of icy chill was radiating from it.

In her mind, the family came above all else, and she held no particular loyalty nor any sense of worship or admiration toward His Majesty the Emperor.

"You talk too much!" The dark-faced man's expression darkened instantly, frightening Su Ruolong into hurriedly shutting his mouth.