Chapter 57: What Kind of Girls Do You Like?

Wenyang asked over the phone, "Ah-Li, where did you go? Why didn't you answer my calls?"

In her tone, besides worry, there was also a hint of blame.

Yesterday was New Year's Eve, and Wen Li had not returned to the Wen family residence. Wenyang assumed she was still holding a grudge against them because the family had previously forced her to marry Qi Rui.

Therefore, she had gone to Bay View No. 1 early this morning to look for her, only to find her absent. Unable to set her mind at ease, she called to inquire.

Wen Li glanced at the missed calls displayed on her phone; things had been too chaotic just now, and she hadn't paid attention.

She casually made up a lie, "I went to sleep early yesterday and kept my phone on silent. I'm outside right now."

Wenyang didn't suspect much and said, "Is that so?"

Wen Li asked...

Natsukawa and Yuzu's family didn't particularly like sleeping on tatami mats. Even with mattresses placed on top, they still felt it was easy for the cold to seep into their bodies, so they all slept on regular beds instead.

"We are ready. Tatsuya and I were actually just about to come look for you," Fujiwara Rei said to Natsukawa and Yuzu.

Xing Shijie had been eating with great delight these past few days. She recently found out that these dishes were specially prepared for her by the fairy Qin Qing, though she heard that fairy Qin didn't easily cook for others, and Xing Shijie was an exception. Having eaten her fill, Xing Shijie slowly walked over to the artifact-refining cauldron and began refining artifacts for the finals.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to call out to you. Being able to escape with my life this time is truly fortunate." She chuckled softly, pouncing forward to rub against his chest.

Zilan was extremely dissatisfied with his behavior. Fang Li had died to save her, and if not for him holding her back, Zilan would have already taken it out on her.

Under normal circumstances, she was still considered a "guest," and Shi Lan, acting as the "host," should have arranged a relatively safe position for her.

Xing Shijie's eyes lit up. Opening her private messages, she pulled a four-course meal with soup, complete with rich colors, aromas, and flavors, along with spiritual rice, straight out of her spatial storage. She happily began to devour it.

He slowly squatted down, hugging his knees, letting out a low, muffled sob like a helpless child.

The red-wedding ritual to dispel bad luck had indeed succeeded, but he couldn't help that the man woke up refusing to acknowledge her, immediately marrying Mo Yan'er, the older sister whom he hadn't wanted to marry in the first place.

She suddenly lifted off the sword, spiritual power erupting around her once more. The bells all over her body jingled incessantly, spreading hazy sound waves. The phone let out a clear whistle, and a huge fire dragon emerged into the void. Shangguan Yu'er stepped on the dragon's head, weaving through the army of spiritual entities.

Wu Jiashan also sat inside the bed curtains. She struggled with herself for quite a while, but unable to resist the overwhelmingly intense flame of gossip, she still sent a WeChat message to Shu Nan.

Thinking of this, Charlie instructed the soldiers to rest up, apart from keeping necessary guards, and prepare to launch a night raid as soon as the second half of the night arrived.

Shu Nan seemed a little puzzled; she hadn't known that Lu Qi had prepared a surprise for her.

The faint bond originating from deep within their bloodlines dispelled the Jiang siblings' last shred of suspicion toward Jun Hao and the others.

The plain white window gauze behind blocked the piercing winter wind, casting the shadow of the carved lattice windows—patterned with magpies holding branches—like water onto one half of Zhuohua's face, leaving it half in clear light and half in shadow.

As a side note, before she and Tang Xiao formed a dao-companionship and moved out of Hanyun Temple, this was actually the kind of place they had lived in as well.

"No, no, it's just that I'm not quite used to it. It's too gentle, you treat me too well, I'm a bit unaccustomed to it." Yang Han hurriedly got up, offering a smiling, sycophantic expression.

Moreover, Charlie did not send out the paper-cartridge ammunition that had already been popularized within the army. He would not voluntarily hand out this technology, which could increase reloading speed, before engaging in battles with other countries. Furthermore, to prevent leaks by enemy spies, the paper-cartridges were distributed only to troops undergoing reorganization and training.

Lace, thongs, and everything else you could imagine were present, making Li Mingyi's blood boil with excitement.

They mostly recruited organizational members through intimidation or enticement. Once the other party gave in, the material assistance provided would lure them deeper and deeper into the quagmire.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhou Yuan lowered his head and sighed. To this day, he had lost all influence within this Heavenly Camp; even if he wanted to tamper with things secretly, it was utterly impossible.

In their agitation, the three Central Commanders surrounded Gongsun Yu and hacked him to death with a flurry of swords.

Nan Wan hung up the phone, still uneasy, and drove to the Nan family villa, fearing that Fang Chongyang might lose his mind.

The moment he kowtowed, the scarred wounds on his back ruptured, and pus and blood oozed out. The pain made Ding Benliang bare his teeth and grimace. The instant he opened his mouth, "My Lord..." grievance-filled tears fell, and he broke down in loud sobs.

Wasn't he just like this? Whenever he closed his eyes, his mind was entirely filled with Lin Er. Either it was Lin Er's hand, or Lin Er's face.

Sun Li was all too clear on what Liang Huang wanted to talk about—it was nothing more than this concubine-born grandson wanting to use the pretext of calling Li Bin to serve as a Palace Guard to rally the young scions within the Imperial Guards and perhaps even establish his own prestige.

Hearing this, Chu Ling couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart. As the successor emperor of the Great Yu, he was merely a hastily pushed-forward puppet; no one cared what he thought.

Jian Si was truly exhausted. After having Lu Yuting lock the ward door, she lay flat on the sofa and closed her tired eyes.

Bai Bing was just about to make the first move when her waist was suddenly bound by Xiangye's chain, and she was promptly thrown out of the open-style window.

Just as Xia Haoran was in a daze, a voice abruptly entered his ears. Turning his head, Xia Haoran saw that Old Master Li had somehow quietly seated himself beside him, staring just as blankly at the massive machine in front of them.

"Yes. But it seems to have backfired. Instead, Xiangye took the initiative to approach Bai Bing, which indirectly provoked Red Moon. Up until now, Red Moon has actually summoned a Battle General, fighting fiercely against a host of heroes, wounding Achilles with a spear, piercing Valkyrie to death, and even leaving Bai Bing's life or death unknown," stated Sigard.

During his last trip to the ruins, his divine sense had experienced a massive leap forward, but upon returning, he hadn't had the time to ponder and refine it, nor had he ever released his divine sense to its absolute fullest.

Under the auspices of the Australian Government's Department of Mineral Resources, the two parties represented by BHP Billiton and Rio Tinto, following two and a half months and twelve rounds of negotiations, finally reached an agreement on the demarcation of the iron ore bidding area in the Zareton region.

"Why is it that every time I take my eyes off you, you manage to make yourself look this wretched?" Su Yinzheng's jaw was tightly clenched, his eyes pitch-black and bottomless. Even without getting close, one could tell his mood had deteriorated to the absolute extreme, not to mention the way he was gripping her arm.

"You really hold high hopes for Wipro?" Forman asked curiously, observing Li Chen's expression.

Zhao Zixin did not like stirring up trouble, but he was certainly not afraid of it. Furthermore, due to the matter of the love-gu poison, he was in an extremely depressed state recently, so encountering a youth looking for trouble meant he certainly wouldn't greet him with a pleasant expression.

Qi Ruo smiled and said, "Then go ahead and sleep. Yunrou has already checked at the front; His Majesty has matters to attend to today, so you don't need to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation." Yet ripples stirred in her heart—the Emperor had actually summoned a consort's tablet today; this was the first time since Su Yi returned to the palace. It was probably best if Su Yi remained ignorant of such matters.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Han's figure had already vanished into the curtain of rain, leaving Xing'er with no choice but to return to her quarters and wait.

Although Lu Zixi deduced that the owner of the superpower "Dragon Gate" was likely located in the Fourth District, she could not pinpoint the exact location.

The waitress certainly didn't believe Chen默 had that much money, but when the POS machine displayed that the card transaction was successful, her eyes went wide.