Volume 1, Chapter 52: She Has No Money, Isn't She Money Herself?

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Upon waking again and taking in my surroundings, I realized I was in a hospital. I moved slightly, and pain radiated throughout my body—it felt as if I had been run over by a vehicle. Perhaps hearing my groan, Susu suddenly leapt beside me; her eyes were red and swollen as if she had been crying, which stirred a pang of sympathy within me. Then she called out, “Brother Long, he’s awake!”

Soon after, a man entered—it was Long. With his support, I sat up, leaning against the headboard.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Why did they beat you?”

Faced with Long’s questions, I weakly shook my head, unable to say anything. The others had suddenly attacked without warning, and until now, I still didn’t understand why.

Mu Chen was someone who had just arrived in this cinematic world and was unfamiliar with it, so, following the guidance of passersby, he had kept to the main roads. At night, Lin Muyang returned home without eating and retreated to his room to practice the Asura Technique.

After all, Qin Chengming’s master was Yin Youxue, and Qin Chengming was quite familiar with Yin Youxuan, with whom he could hold a conversation. There was also a spirit beast named Mantou, who always appeared lethargic but had begun shaking its fur from the second day after settling in, each shake causing the surrounding air to tremble.

“Mantou, don’t play around. What use is this? If you want something, just tell me—I’ll buy it for you,” Miyang said, understanding Mantou’s meaning at a glance.

Seeing her collapsed on the sofa, curled into a snow-white ball, Yan Lin thought she had fallen asleep and wanted to carry her into the inner room to keep her from catching cold.

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Of course, this was merely false information given by the half-insect people to mislead adventurers entering the dungeon.

Zhang Guang had been shamelessly trying to take credit and ask Qin Chengming for a reward, but all he received was Qin Chengming’s unwavering gaze scanning him from head to toe without a flicker of his eyes.

Upon hearing Miyang’s warning, Tian Xiang and Mantou abandoned their plan to continue attacking the red-clad fierce ghost and retreated to the sides.

That afternoon, after he teased her, she angrily emptied the fruit basket prepared for her at home, leaving only the grapes she had eaten in the living room.

Yi Chen now truly understood how wealthy and powerful the Pure Yang Sect was. To stand in the martial world for over a thousand years and support nearly a hundred thousand disciples was no empty reputation.

For the past two days, he had been pondering why Madam Zhou would give the land deed to Lin Zifu but still ask him to trouble her.

Although feeling somewhat wronged, Zhang Liang could only pout silently and said no more. The two stepped into the bright and tidy office hall. Zhang Liang closely followed Zhang Ruiming, watching him walk into the elevator and press the button for the second highest floor.

Li Gang felt a sigh of relief; it was just family discipline—although unpleasant, it was better than the head of the family personally intervening.

Zhang Hai was initially taken aback, then realized something. He stood frozen, his eyes dull and his consciousness absent from his body.

Even the Lost Cube believed this—it seemed the entire forum now did—but luck was, after all, part of strength.

At the thought of Li Qiujun, her chest ached. How had she attracted such a troublemaker?

The injured and the bearded driver were quickly rushed to the hospital by ambulance. The NYPD and FBI immediately began investigating the scene, with several officers in white hazmat suits inspecting the pickup truck for dangerous materials.

Yizhu opened his eyes wide, staring into those watery eyes that seemed to hold no distance. He tried to struggle but lacked strength. His kiss was domineering and rough, faintly tinged with anger.

After a brief commotion, Zhang Ruiming put the child down and looked apologetically at his exhausted wife Tang Shi.

Li Zhuo was usually fearless, but today, facing Chen Fei’s wild gaze, he felt a rare unease—a truly unsettling feeling.

Due to diplomatic relations—actually between two ghost prisons—no one was willing to tear the facade apart under normal circumstances.

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Lin Fen’s body trembled. His eyes gradually shifted from icy cold to blood red, as a denser, more terrifying murderous intent began to form and take shape.

Hu Chi’s face changed drastically. He hadn’t expected that his full-strength strike would only neutralize half of the opponent’s power. In desperation, he swung his claws again, but the urgency was gone. Thunder waves surged through his body, searing electric currents instantly filling him, causing his hair to stand on end as he let out a sudden roar.

“Shining, what are you thinking? It wouldn’t hurt to tell me,” Shen Nian encouraged her to speak.

Yes, he could not yet be certain that this handsome youth was the legendary Ye Ziyang.

At the martial arena, when Mao Qingru made his move, the previously trembling and uneasy disciples erupted into cheers and even joyous applause.

After speaking, the bearded middle-aged man walked to the inspection area to negotiate briefly. A black-clad man shook hands with the bearded man warmly.

Burdened in spirit, Lin Xingchen followed the Miaojiang guide out of the deep territory tribe and parted ways.

But then she reconsidered: Now that Sister Ziyan was in trouble, she must become stronger and do better than ever to help the princess. Most importantly, she must settle her emotions and train hard to make those who destroyed their happy life pay the price. Whether gods or demons, those who sow evil will eventually reap retribution.

“Bullets?!” The three were stunned. This land had hunting rifles—primitive models that required reloading after each shot. So Su Xi and John couldn’t understand the arrow-like cartridge shells before them.

This might be the first time since the 22nd century that the new generation of youth truly understood what faith was and what a national hero meant.

After developing for another five minutes, Mu Jing, already battered, began fiercely suppressing the enemy’s two-man bottom lane, though the opponent stubbornly defended under their tower.

As Jiang Dong, Pangolin, and Honey Badger appeared, a commotion erupted at the rear hall’s gate. A leader-level figure intervened directly. Fortunately, Old Honey Badger noticed in time and blocked the three immediately.