Volume 1, Chapter 64: Fu Xicheng Awaits Su Tingwan's Response!

Han Baimo seemed already quite familiar with her room. Unfazed by the lack of candlelight, he sat steadily at the table, leisurely pouring himself a cup of tea.

Some wore smiles on their faces, while others appeared overjoyed, as eager to escape his side as if fleeing from a bitter abyss.

Neither Andy nor Guan Ju'er knew what to say. Both of them disapproved of certain actions by either Fan Shengmei or Qu Xiaoxiao, yet Andy could view them with tolerance, while Guan Ju'er preferred to seek common ground while reserving differences. Neither reached a definitive verdict, but deep down, their internal compasses shifted just a fraction.

Despite not having lived at home for so many years, her room was still kept immaculately clean, with many things left precisely as they had been.

After hanging up the phone, Han Ge leaned back in his chair and fell silent for a moment. This was probably one of the reasons why he did not want to cooperate with other companies for joint investments.

Yongle understood the process of her inner transformation; in truth, there was no need to explain it to Xia Qingxiao, as she would naturally comprehend it, making idle chatter a waste of breath. Besides, it was rare to encounter someone so congenial, so there was no point in dwelling on boring topics.

Holding the rusty key, I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at everything in the street below, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"Yet those people never cross paths with them again—who told you to run into it yourself?" Bai Manjun thought to herself.

Guan Ju'er put down the phone and remained dazed for a full minute, her heart feeling warm. She did not know why Andy had suddenly called to say those things, but having someone care for her in a timely manner made her feel much better.

Hearing this, Ya could not help but frown repeatedly. He was personally responsible for all the guards currently at Qingxi Courtyard; if the culprit truly turned out to be one of his own men, he would be unable to bear the consequences.

When Dong Lei returned to his command room, Zhang Yi, Xu Feng, Zhao Zhitong, and a group of others were already waiting for him.

"Pay no attention to them. If they want to fight, we'll fight alongside them. Just do what needs to be done," Dong Lei said with certainty.

At the same time, Zhou Yu's hands grabbed at Zhang Yun's soft neck once more, harboring a strong impulse to throttle this flirty scoundrel to death.

A hand-blade swept horizontally like a celestial saber slashing through the void. A slender streak of crimson light bloomed across the pitch-black sun, cleaving it in two within the span of a heartbeat.

"Everyone else can leave, why must you be so stubborn!" Pan Yue felt anger flare in his heart, desperate to charge forward, yet unable to do so. All five of them possessed cultivation levels above the Third-Stage Force-Integration realm, and each wielded precious magical treasures in their hands. Even with his and Shen Cong's heaven-defying combat prowess, breaking through in a short time was impossible, and Zhou Mo was counting precisely on this.

I sat down by the bedside and reached out to touch Xu Furong's hand. She recoiled as if struck by lightning, her brows furrowing even tighter, though she did not wake. I stayed in Xu Furong's room the longest, remaining there until the third watch of the night.

Then, the door was slammed open without any warning, as if violently struck by some heavy object.

Perhaps noticing my strange, scrutinizing gaze, Yeyue tilted her head and looked back with an equally peculiar expression.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaoyu grew even more enraged. Did this man intend to appreciate her viciousness simply because she spoke thus?

"Chuanshi, look at this." Feiyan slowly walked over from afar. This was their third stopping point; counting the days, they had already been traveling for half a month. The game's continent was simply too vast—without flying magical beasts, he honestly had no idea how one was supposed to cross an entire continent.

When Wang Erhei used his soul to perceive Princess Yingying, he actually beheld her true appearance.

Qin Feng walked to the center, ignited his spiritual lamp, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state, continuously transmitting the exit's location into his mind.

Still, perhaps this was for the best. Ever since arriving in this world, he had rarely engaged in real combat; even when facing Fahui, he had not gone all out. Hualong's cultivation was quite decent, capable of going toe-to-toe with Tie Guai Li and Han Zhongli at their peaks, so his strength was respectable enough to serve as a sparring partner to hone his skills.

Over the years, while clashing with numerous supreme top-tier prodigies, Qin Yu had not only improved his own shortcomings but also excavated the hidden mysteries within his body.

While Ling Muzi attempted to recall, the black-and-gold-robed elder briefly questioned them about Qin Yu's condition, and they answered one by one.

Li He directly raised his foot and kicked the police officer in the waist, sending him stumbling sideways for several steps before he could regain his balance.

As for the bald, muscular man, Vajra, his strength seemed quite good, and his massive build gave a strong sense of security. However, he remained silent the entire time, looking unapproachable and prone to hitting dead ends in conversation.

Clearly knowing that the sensations in her body originated from her lover, yet unable to see his face, she grew extremely anxious and could not suppress a cry.

Yet she failed to consider that family of hers: every single one of them lazy and gluttonous, their eyes blinded by greed, foolishly daydreaming that Liu Shancao would marry into high society so the entire family could live in idleness and sleep upon mountains of gold and silver.

Qiao Mimi's eyes curved into smiles as she pointed to the tangerine on the nightstand, signaling that she wanted to eat another one. Lu Liting cast a disgusted glance at her and said, "I am not your coolie." Nevertheless, he picked up the tangerine and peeled it of his own accord.

The Buddhist golden body shattered, and the Chihai Guannin drifted upon the sea. Her celestial garments were torn and her lotus throne destroyed, leaving her completely devoid of any sacred aura.

This was not fantasy; as astronauts, they knew that whether for economic or military considerations, outer space was growing increasingly important.

The sisters searched the interior from top to end. Finding certain traces, they surmised that their mother, father, elder brother, and elder sister must have been here before. Overjoyed yet harboring lingering anxiety, they continued exploring the ruins of the ancient formation sect, only to find absolutely nothing left once they checked every single corner—not even a shadow of a person, let alone anyone alive.

Dongfang Xianyun's mouth twitched as he desperately tried to pull back his leg, but Monk Yuxu was hugging it so tightly that he failed to shake him off.

Ye Zheng was struck as if by a heavy hammer. In an instant, his spiritual consciousness teetered on the verge of collapse, continuously squeezed and devoured by that beam of light as agonizing pain instantly spread to the depths of his soul.

She envied her parents; after being married for so many years, their affection remained as deep as ever. She too had once dreamed of finding someone who would cherish her the way her father cherished her mother. Yet as she grew older and experienced more of the world, she no longer harbored such extravagant hopes.

The moment he appeared outside, Ye Feng sensed over thirty similar auras around him. After a brief moment of contemplation, he understood the situation.

"The divine servants descended to the mortal realm several times purely to assist the Rong beast palace; this matter is indeed peculiar," Ye Feng nodded.

An Er outside the door pushed Yin Sha inside, nervously bolting the doors and windows shut until they were airtight. After inspecting everything to ensure no flaws remained, he leaned against a table and poured himself a cup of cold tea to calm his nerves.