Volume 1, Chapter 29: Her Signature Move

Lu Xiaoyun’s face turned crimson. Subconsciously, she glanced at Shen Yixiao but remained silent.

Shen Yixiao chuckled. "I’ll accept on Secretary Lu’s behalf, though I hear she has a boyfriend. Aren’t you worried about him coming after you?"

Was the Root Treasure he’d found actually raised by that figure in black? Was it the same one Root Treasure had previously claimed had died out there?

Uncle Liu sneered. If he hadn't yet grasped the situation regarding these three checkpoints, he certainly wouldn't have kept Baldy Li alive.

Lin Sheng nodded. "A wandering crane, a life between heaven and earth. Since that is the case, let us part ways here. I must return to the capital, and Brother Yin, you are heading beyond the Great Wall. Take care of yourself on the journey; as long as the green mountains and clear waters remain, we shall meet again. Take care, take care!" His eyes were brimming with tears.

She had been so focused on her walk that she failed to notice a van following her the entire time.

NetEase Music held a place in the entertainment industry, though it was certainly not the leader. However, it had always enjoyed an excellent reputation, securing a favorable position through its credibility. At the very least, many artists preferred NetEase Music because of its integrity.

After all, before Yin Nian appeared, he, Feng Xun, had been the universally acknowledged talent with the most potential among the younger generation.

But if one were to render this data into video frames, it would be equivalent to converting vector graphics into bitmaps. Once every pixel on the image had its own data, the file size would instantly balloon by hundreds or thousands of times.

He clicked the lighter, but soaked through with blood, it failed to ignite.

Turning to look around, Liu Fei realized she had become the center of attention. She had said many things she shouldn't have and noticed the surrounding crowd whispering, with some even filming her with their phones. Yet, it was only after becoming the focus that she realized she shouldn't have spoken those words.

Meixi did not understand why her princess was on such good terms with Ji Yutang, but being a tactful girl, she hurried to invite Ji Yutang inside.

How could he have imagined that in her past life, Wan Ningzhu had experienced so many similar situations?

"If you are angry because I kept things from you, then I can only say I'm sorry. I am truly sorry; I lied to you..." Han Jingxuan’s explanation was cut short by Duanmu Hao’s raised hand. Unsure of what he was thinking, her heart remained in a state of restless anxiety.

"Very well. Give me your phone number and address, and I will have someone pick you up." Duanmu Hao maintained a strictly professional demeanor.

Jin Yunmo felt as if she were wearing a garment made of thorns; nothing went according to her wishes. She glanced up, found the teacup on the table an eyesore, and stepped forward to smash it. Looking down, she felt the color of the bedspread covering the massive bed was too ostentatious, so she recklessly tore it off.

Zhong Shan stowed all the medicinal pills into his storage space. He did not intend to test them on the spot, preferring to wait until he had teleported back to his rented room.

Hearing Shangguan Feng speak with her own lips of yearning for freedom and a simple, plain life—to the point of being willing to abandon everything around her—Xuan Yuan Ye felt a sharp pang in his heart. Could it be that she did not want to stay by his side?

"Mmm..." The man whom Wan Ningzhu had stripped of his clothes let out a faint sound. It seemed he hadn't been fully dead after all and was now regaining his strength.

By the time she had placed the handful of melon seeds onto the table, the final one resulted in "won't marry." Ziyan hesitated for a moment, then grabbed another handful and began the ritual all over again.

It was still night when he returned to Chen Lei's house. Too lazy to set a time, Zhong Shan threw on some clothes and collapsed into bed.

A head of somewhat messy, dry hair was dusted with white powder, some strands falling across his forehead and obscuring his brows and eyes.