Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Deadliest Heart Is a Woman's

It turned out that when A-Qing was in bed and seemingly casually asked for my phone's lock screen password, it had been a calculated move. She knew very well that if I suddenly went incommunicado, it would inevitably arouse A-Long’s suspicion. While I was unconscious from the drugs, she used my phone to message A-Long, claiming that she and I had been intimate all night and that I was exhausted and wanted to take a full day off to rest. Since I had said I needed rest, A-Long naturally had no objections; besides, there wasn’t much for me to do at the company anyway, so he told me to take the day off. The next day, A-Qing used my phone again to send a message saying she was sick and needed to go get an injection; A-Long still didn’t suspect a thing. It wasn't until the third day, when she sent another message about being sick, that A-Long initiated a video call...

The Ghost Valley Sect is considered the most prestigious school of medicine in the martial arts world, possessing various ancient healing techniques. Although being unclothed was tempting to Qi Tang, he still had to restrain his desires, which was quite agonizing. Chen Jiangliu clenched his fists, feeling filled with such power that he had the illusion he could pierce the heavens with a single blow. After the Battle of the Investiture of the Gods, his true soul entered the Investiture Platform, and he became the captain of the security guards at the Lingxiao Palace; naturally, this dojo was left to ruin. "Big brother, you're here." Zhao Yang was startled by the loud reprimand, but after a moment of hesitation, he realized the person was He Yuzhu. A smile immediately spread across his face, and he hurried over. I would like to, but the old master, the Painting Saint, is as elusive as a dragon, appearing without leaving a trace—there’s simply no opportunity to communicate with him.

The night was pitch black, and Gong Yuanzheng’s odd behavior went unnoticed. Qin Manman only saw the young man glance in their direction, though she didn't think he was looking at her, and she remained huddled in the back, admiring her younger brother’s handsome face. Thus, at Gui Yunxi’s insistence, Chen Fan offered no resistance and let her put slippers on him. Furthermore, the Four Great Divine Sects would never make the mistake of letting anyone gain a thorough understanding of their terrain. Those photos were taken on the day Qin Xianxian harassed Jin Hengchuan. Although a few looked ambiguous, when arranged in chronological order, it became clear that Jin Hengchuan and Qin Xianxian were innocent. Upon learning that Li Shulan couldn't get the money, he wouldn't take her to the city, and Zhang Mingzhu panicked on the spot. "Mother, aren't you angry with me?" Jiang An'an was extremely confused, raising her hands to rub her ears to ease the pain.

While talking to people, Jian Huating never stopped scrolling through videos, the sounds of which constantly shifted. Danzo felt somewhat speechless; one moment I speak with your father, and the next, Hiruzen could show up at my door. With things as they were, he remained silent, thinking, "Let them do as they please; the sooner this is handled, the sooner I can go home—I still have a new batch of orders to attend to." In her mind, a somewhat childish voice rang out, and without realizing it, Ming Yue laughed aloud, making others think she had lost her mind. Mr. Henry was almost angered to death by her, and in the end, he could only tearfully give her another hundred points of supplies; only then did Sheng Wen’in lead the Wolf King back into its cage. He believed that the moment Ye Fei stepped into the headquarters of the Twin Dragons Gang, his own secret efforts to build strength to oppose them would be exposed. By the time Zhuo Yi, unaware of what had happened, rushed into the stairwell, Si Ye had already vaulted over the banister with one hand. "Why are you pushing so hard? You're not a successful imperial exam candidate..." muttered a trembling old man. "Alright." Seeing the village chief’s strange expression, Han Yunfan was puzzled—was there something wrong with this ledger?

Nuan Yang felt a stir in her heart—was Xiangxiang really not long for this world? Why did she insist on talking to her at this very moment? Was she going to reveal what happened back then? Although that matter was long irrelevant to the current Nuan Yang, it must be of great importance to Princess Hailan. Besides, the journey was lonely, and listening to gossip was a good pastime. After clinking glasses with an elder, Gong Yanqing felt a bit dizzy. She remembered drinking so much throughout the evening; although it was all red wine or champagne with negligible alcohol content, the sheer volume was enough to make her head spin. Although Shui Mei was kind, even kindness has its limits, and matters of the heart, unlike physical objects, cannot be relinquished on a whim. "Let's put the dead aside; you surely know where the worker’s family is, right?" Elder Gao suppressed his anger. Although he had secretly recorded Luo Rongbo’s account, it wasn't enough to bring him down. Wang Lili and Xu Binbin frowned; if they could, they would love to buy the clothing just to vent their spite, but the prices were simply beyond their means.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin became hesitant again. He had been pondering a question: how should he deal with his prized student, Jiang Zhixuan? However, Han Yunfan’s doubt remained: if they were so poor, where did Lu Zilong get the money to chase after girls? "And..." He popped the last piece of roasted meat from the bamboo skewer into his mouth, licking the remaining seasoning off the stick with lingering satisfaction. Not even the current Empire was an exception; the Eight Great Clans were eight behemoths that had persisted from the Common Era into the Heavenly Era, not including the current Imperial Clan, the Di family.

However, listening to the Tianbei Stele’s confident words, Fang Yi always felt something was slightly off. As a genius of the Wolf Clan and an enlightened demon cultivator, Yuan Qing also disliked others making decisions for him. The rewards were distributed, and proclamations were sent to every camp, making the soldiers in Jingzhou eager and high-spirited, all longing to reach the front lines and achieve great merit. But Zhu Tianpeng, an outsider, dared not speak much with the knowledgeable Old Man Wu. Even if he wanted to cover things up with lies, he didn't know what to say, as he had no concept of the many situations within the Fire Extreme Secret Realm. However, Fu Xi was not concerned with these things; what he cared about most was the whereabouts of the Teng Snake and the Demon Night Black Tiger. Wherever he passed, the flames floating in the air would stick together upon touching his protective mana barrier, covering Zhu Tianpeng in many spots of light.

Doctor Guan straightened his back and stepped back, saying, "You two don't know this old man; have his family members arrived yet?" As he spoke, Doctor Guan prepared to leave. Ximen Aotian hadn't even reacted when he suddenly dropped to one knee, one hand supporting the ground, the other resting on his knee. He felt as if the entire world were pressing down on him, making him unable to bear the weight; the ground beneath his feet had already cracked into a web of fissures. "Arrogant?" Ye Fanxia scoffed. Had it not been truly unbearable, she would never have bothered with them. Grandpa Gou slapped his forehead: "Of course, it also emits a sound—a sound to awaken the treasure. Oh, why did I stop? Where was I just now?" Grandpa Gou began to pace in circles. Li Bai smiled, shook his head, and flipped all the ingredients on the grill, beginning to make teppanyaki squid. Long Yichen and Shu Qianmo exchanged glances, both seeing the confusion in each other’s eyes. Feng-ge and Han Feiyu were skilled enough that dealing with the leather-jacketed man and Master Qin was no problem, and teaching Murong Kun a lesson shouldn't be difficult either. But doing so would be equivalent to asking Li Yanyan to vent my frustrations for me, and as a red-blooded man, I couldn't accept that, so I politely declined her offer. At this point, the amount of blood Miao Ji was losing meant she was undoubtedly dying, but the fact that she could persist for a little while longer, feeling her life force slowly ebb away, was a form of cruelty.