Volume 1, Chapter 42: Do Not Target Her

Just as I returned home, a memo notification popped up on my phone.
Today is Meng Zicheng’s birthday.
Our birthdays are less than a month apart, so I remember it vividly, and I celebrate his birthday every year.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you for the reminder, Senior!" Qi Rui bowed again to express his gratitude. When he straightened up, he asked, "By the way, Senior! If I had taken you away from the secret realm while you were still imprisoned in the guqin, what would have happened?" Qi Rui felt very fortunate that he had released him back then.

After speaking, Li Ziyi and Li Zixu swapped places. Li Zixu sat in the driver's seat, feeling the luxury of the car, which was quite impressive for him at the moment.

Just as she was wishing for someone to break the stalemate, Ling Xiyun immediately turned and opened the door without a word upon hearing this. She took the clothes, smiling as she said thank you. However, when she turned back toward Qi Lianxue'er, her expression was cold, a sharp contrast to her previous demeanor.

Diwu Yuting did not reply, but instead pursed her lips and leaned in to kiss Li Ziyi, closing her eyes as she did so. Seeing her like this, Li Ziyi leaned forward, and with a soft "pop," he pressed his lips against hers.

The man in black slowly raised his head. His face, hidden beneath matted hair, was equally hideous and terrifying, yet he nodded at Xiao Feng.

"Brother Qiang, don't worry. Let me search online first to see if there are any activities related to the competition. If not, I'll call President Feng to ask," Bian Feng said, taking his phone out of his pocket and starting to busy himself with it.

The common folk of Yuancheng say that a hundred thousand wandering souls still linger in Yuan Mountain, roaming about at night and scaring people witless.

Suddenly, many fragments from the internet flashed through his mind—films like Lust, Caution and Lost in Beijing—none of which he had ever actually watched.

Kong Xing clearly felt that the morning light seemed to be gradually merging into his body. Although the sensation was subtle, it filled him with wild joy.

Han Ruoxi leaned into the basins of aromatic food and reached out to take out a bowl of hot porridge.

"No need, I know the way. We can head there ourselves," Yi Xuan said. After bidding farewell to Hei Si with a fist salute, he led the others toward the main hall.

But the problem was—Zhang Yue was not a member of the Mao Poetry School, nor was he related to them in any way. Why would he give it to them?

"Are a cold crow's wings really that big? You've been freeloading off my chicken soup for tens of thousands of years for nothing," Deity Yunxiao said with disdain.

I never expected this to happen. After the "hickey" incident, my master told me, "A general who craves glory will inevitably meet disgrace." If one is overly concerned with fame and reputation on the battlefield, it is easy to fall for the enemy's provocation and bring harm upon oneself.

Yu Han charged forward at high speed, and just as he opened his mouth to roar, a white light caught him off guard and shot directly into his throat.

"What are you doing?" I had changed my appearance, and Chunfeng didn't recognize me; she pushed me away with a look of disgust.

The King of the Underworld held the cauldron in his hands and waved his hand over it. The cauldron immediately radiated brilliant light, and the stars of the universe rotated and cycled within it, appearing profoundly mysterious.

In the antique trade, it is rare to see a shop bustling with customers. It is a relatively niche industry, and often days go by without a single visitor. Some customers who do come by just browse casually, and even fewer actually engage in any conversation with the shopkeeper.

The Demon Empress did not resist. These two magic crystals were extremely important to her; if she obtained them, her strength would improve further. However, since they had fallen into the hands of Zhu Qi, it was impossible for anyone else to get them, even her.

It had to be the rooftop, because Li Jie remembered clearly that in Hong Kong films, whenever one discussed secret matters with the police, the rooftop was always the best place to go.