Volume 1, Chapter 43: How Is It Him?
Over the next few days, Shen Qingli was indeed barred from entering by Qin Xianxian.
"Princess, this maidservant and Suchun have already prepared the hot water. You may take a bath now," Jinxia's flattering voice came from behind the screen.
Her bottom made heavy, intimate contact with the ground, and combined with the back injuries from her earlier fall at the racecourse, a wave of pain struck her so fiercely that she struggled to even get up.
"Aunt Hui... is she going to say something to my grandma?" Bai Xiuyue asked in a soft, worried voice.
He also had a plan in mind, which was to start his own company. These vegetables and fruits could be the company's products, and he possessed the capability to establish a enterprise. However, he had to wait until the situation in Hanhai City stabilized somewhat beneath the surface; he knew that various major families were competing in secret, including the six great families of Hanhai City.
"Since you're here, come on out, Junior Brother Zhou." Li Cheng looked around at the towering, dead-silent trees, yet spoke with absolute certainty.
Tan Qin was that young man from the Ministry of State Security. Through the familiarity of the past few days, Yan Ling had already gained a certain understanding of him.
As soon as Meng Haitao and the other two saw the gun in Kuiyin's hand, they couldn't help letting out gasps of surprise. Liu Ming even leaned in close to Kuiyin, staring at it intently.
His pupils were a bright yellow, somewhat resembling moonlight, while the whites of his eyes were almost entirely red, giving off an intensely bloodthirsty vibe. Yet, this man was now calmly chatting with Ding Hao in a casual tone, creating a deeply bizarre contrast.
In Wei Baoxin's mind, Wei Qinghe's willingness to acknowledge her as family was presumably an act of extraordinary benevolence.
"Xu Youheng, you have already been expelled from the Dan Palace, yet you still dare to humiliate yourself here. Hahaha, although I don't know where you managed to refine those Leaping Spirit Pills, do you really think that relying on them gives you the qualification to return to the Dan Palace?" an elderly man said viciously, his gaze filled with mockery.
On the right wing, Jordan isolated Zhou Quan for a one-on-one play, faking a shot and driving hard. After penetrating two steps inside the three-point line, Zhou Quan stayed glued to his inside hip. Suddenly, Jordan pivoted, backed into Zhou Quan once, and immediately spun around for a fadeaway jump shot.
These memories were merely sealed. Once Xu Xian attained immortality or realized he was the disciple of the Ziwei Emperor, the memories would automatically unseal.
The divine dragon fell silent for a long time upon hearing Li Mu's request, as if searching through some database. The dragon had been created by Li Mu, so it fundamentally understood the Earth that Li Mu spoke of.
"How about this, I'll leave you my phone number. If you feel any discomfort after getting back, just call me, and I won't run away from responsibility!" Hastily stuffing my contact information into his hand, I drove away.
Unfortunately, although Zhao Yu meant well, her family didn't hold much expectation for the recipe Zhao Yu kept talking about.
The previously calm railing instantly crackled with sparks. By some unknown mechanism, Jiang Lai could visibly see dangerous electrical currents surging across the fence.
As they drew closer, Li Zhaoyang could even smell the alcohol lingering on him, along with a faint scent of blood.
At this moment, the salty sea breeze seemed to constrict Zhang Baodao's breath, allowing him to clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat.
Lying in bed scrolling through my phone for a while, my stomach began to rumble. Sure enough, with my mother-in-law gone, Xiao Wangchuan was beginning to show his true colors; he was probably off at the hospital looking for Jiang Lai right now.
Guayan wore an identical expression of utter confusion, spreading his hands to reveal the computer in front of him, which had already been shut down.
Looking at the ring in his hand, Lin Feng fell into deep contemplation. He remembered—he remembered everything.