Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Wolf King, So-So Really

Little Red stood frozen in place for a moment, and by the time Lin Xiao turned her head back again, it had already vanished without a trace.

She felt around in her pockets and pulled out the five hundred yuan she had just taken from home. With a twinge of reluctance, she handed it over to the man with a semblance of finality.

Zhou Yang's words sounded very sincere, and he didn't seem like he was lying to me, yet I still found it hard to believe and continued to question him further.

She glanced around, walked straight over to pick up a sharp shard of porcelain from the ground, and cast a vicious gaze back at Ji Yuyou, its eerie blue light gleaming like that of a starving wolf deep in the mountains.

Wincing in pain, she fished a silver ingot out of her pouch... then, looking reluctant, put it back and exchanged it for a smaller piece of broken silver.

"Are you even listening to me?" Shi Wei said, sounding slightly irritated when she saw Cang Hai's expression.

"How cold." Liu Sanqian muttered to herself. She scanned her surroundings; only Luo Han was standing nearby with his eyes closed, as if anticipating something.

Wei Qingqing lowered her gaze slightly, staring fixedly at the shoes on Zijuan's right feet, paying particularly close attention to the soles.

"That's hardly likely. Even if there were, it's only been a month. When my cousin-in-law started showing reactions, it was already past two months," Shi Wei said, her confidence faltering as she began to suspect her own appetite had become rather peculiar.

You want to show me what you saw? Very well, I shall grant your wish. How much longer until this story comes to an end?

Only, I hadn't expected that once the call went through, the moment I directly asked if Wildcat was in the special ward of the Central Hospital, Lin Rou's immediate reaction was sheer astonishment.

Mu Ying gently massaged the bruise on Chen Che's forehead with an apologetic look. Her strike really had been a bit too heavy this time, but recalling what had just happened left her utterly amused and exasperated.

Chen Che snapped his head around to see Mu Ying standing in serene elegance, framed by a soft, rosy glow. With her slender waist and exquisite posture, she cut a peerless figure. Her crystal-clear, delicate face looked slightly haggard, and her eyes, brimming with a ethereal spirit, gazed at him tenderly.

Vernon knew about it because Synod had inexplicably instructed him early that morning to prepare a birthday cake. Vernon had been slightly startled at the time and asked whose birthday it was, whereupon Synod's expression hadn't been as crisp and decisive as usual, but rather hesitant.

Qi Rui tightened his right hand slightly, the force of it weighing down on his chest like a massive boulder that had accumulated over the years, making it exceedingly difficult to breathe.

It was lamentable how over a hundred brothers were, in the blink of an eye, pierced by a myriad of arrows, turning them into hedgehogs with corpses littering the ground and blood flowing like rivers.

Even if Yan Jianming didn't go out of his way to attract attention, the entertainment industry was a giant dye vat, and the temptations he faced were simply too numerous, especially given how young he was.

Lin Qinghuan belatedly shifted her gaze toward him, her brows slightly lowered as she watched his hands inadvertently tighten around the steering wheel. A faint crease appeared between her brows, which quickly smoothed out into an expression of resignation.

"From three o'clock this afternoon until now, you have repeated that exact sentence one hundred and twenty-nine times," Jiang Ke said, checking the time on his phone, which read 19:30.

With a faint smile, Jiang Ke reached out and meticulously straightened the slightly wrinkled collar of Xu Tianchuan's shirt.

If Qu Qingyan were currently in the capital, even if she couldn't find a solution, she wouldn't be looking as clueless as this.

All the elves shivered violently, and then, one by one, as if terrified out of their wits, they scrambled away in a panic.

"Qin Su, I actually had to hear about this news from someone else's mouth!" Situ Shen glared at her, his hair standing on end at the mere memory of hearing that cold piece of news from Qiu Jingye.

Lan Linger recalled how people in the stronghold used to fall ill. With no doctor in the mountains, they had no choice but to go down and kidnap one, and even then, they could never be sure if the doctor was treating them in good faith, often resulting in patients dying and the doctors losing their lives in return.