Chapter 42: The Scar on Fang Li's Face

Before Shen Zhining appeared, Fang Li’s beauty and poise were highly regarded in the capital. It was common knowledge that the Pei family possessed two gems. The first was the capital’s greatest talent, Pei Nian'an, and the second was the Pei household’s cousin, Fang Li. While her literary talent was slightly inferior to the second young lady’s, she was exceptionally charming, and her personality was particularly empathetic, gentle, and courteous. Consequently, Fang Li had long been the dream lover of many young gentlemen in the capital. Even just now...

The magic she was casting continued; in an instant, nearly a dozen patches of land in the sea of forest below turned into quicksand, and trees slowly clustered together and slipped into the depths. Beneath the forest, hundreds of figures began to surge upward, standing atop the distant treetops.

As the father and son spoke, Ai Lilian returned, sitting back in her seat with a look of extreme discomfort. Seeing her walk outside with a cold expression, Fu Shaokun stared at her alluring figure until it left his sight, his face gradually turning icy as well.

"Senior Brother Lei, when did I say I wanted to apologize to her? Who told you to apologize on my behalf! She broke my Immortal Silk, and I will certainly not let this go!" Song Zihan sat cross-legged on the ground, her breathing now steady. She glared at Lei Jin with sharp eyes, then turned to Mu Ran, her expression filled with resentment.

His tone sounded sardonic, completely devoid of any comfort, and a flicker of disdain passed through the depths of his eyes. This was entirely Old Zou’s intention, but the housekeeper himself felt that, given the immense sum of money involved, she should have known when to retreat.

According to their agreement, Wang Jie was only to receive four million; he was essentially making a profit out of thin air in this acquisition. Nevertheless, Chen Cijun still transferred five million to his account.

Xu Shaobei was so pestered by her that he had no choice; how could he bear to refuse? He agreed immediately.

Helian Chengrui’s face was gloomy. Releasing his pressure, he raised his hand and struck several members of the E family dead. In the distance, E Ze narrowed his eyes and slashed out with a beam of light from his Scarlet Snake Immortal Sword.

Placing her hand in Gu Shengze’s palm, He Chenxi looked toward the audience, scanning for the film crew. She had been invited to the film festival because of the film nominated for an Oscar, so naturally, she had to sit with her team.

She had originally thought Xing Huaigang would ignore her because of the previous incident, but it seemed that was not the case.

Apart from him, there was the Emperor, who, upon learning of Consort Jiang’s suicide, was overcome with such intense grief that he suspended court for three days.

At this moment, Mo Lei was leaning against a stool; looking closely, one could still see the injuries on his body.

Shen Xing clapped his hands, all his equipment returning to his spatial ring, and then he looked at the sky with disdain.

After finalizing the matters regarding the online broadcasting rights, Ji Hong, his throat parched, picked up his glass to moisten his voice.

Today was the most lively and joyous day for the Qin family; from this day on, they had kin in the capital.

The second sister-in-law, Zhen, was also teary-eyed. Ever since marrying into the family, although life had been happy, this was the first time they had eaten so well, and the whole family even had new clothes.

A head suddenly poked out from the back door, peered inside, and then walked in to pull up a chair and sit down.

But it was early 2006, an era before smartphones were widespread. Applying the mindset of over a decade later to the present could truly be called a dimensional strike.

If he could undergo rigorous training under Zhang Ming, it would undoubtedly lead to a significant improvement for him.

Anyone who went to the Shen residence, even just for a simple visit, would face a miserable fate if the five great clans found out.

When Qin Haonan logged into the game the next day, he found that Yao Ruoxi, Long Xingtian, and the others were already leveling up in the tower.

After all, the last match had been a complete blowout, with their base crystal destroyed in just twenty-five minutes.

Black snowflakes filled the sky, covering dozens of star regions, and the seven or eight deities stationed there were all struck by the Celestial Tribulation simultaneously—the Tribulation of the Red Dust—and it was terrifying beyond measure.