Volume 1, Chapter 58: Traditional Chinese Medicine

"Mmm—" Shen Qingli knitted his brows slightly, the sudden pain drawing an involuntary soft moan from him.
Copying him, of course?
Amidst the overlapping lips, a trace of sweet, metallic blood slowly oozed out. He abruptly lifted his head, looked at the spot of bright crimson on her lips, and raised a hand to gently wipe it away with his index finger, his voice growing slightly hoarse:
Immediately afterward, they shuddered violently as their trousers slipped down. Their white underdrawers were entirely useless against the biting chill. The cold was one thing, but if their trousers were to drop completely in broad daylight, the humiliation would be unbearable.
Yun Qian had no idea when she had fallen asleep. When she opened her eyes again, the sky was already bright, and the torrential rain from the previous night had stopped at some unknown hour.
The man merely turned his head slightly, yet his gaze did not linger on her at all, nor did it carry the slightest trace of vulgarity. Bailian Weiche watched his eyes intently, feeling that they resembled someone's, though she could not place it for a moment.
Li Xuanhe seemed somewhat weary. Hearing Lin Xiaoxiao's nonchalant remarks, a surge of anger involuntarily rose within him. Catching sight of the effortless allure lingering between her brows, his fury grew even more intense.
"All of you, come over here and cripple him!" he shouted again, his face distorted by agitation.
Viper pushed Tang Mei out from the direction of the plastic barrels, a stockless AK47U assault rifle pressed against Tang Mei's back with his right hand, while his left hand held the remote control for the bomb strapped to her body.
After the two of them had breakfast together, we hurried toward the company. At that moment, Yang Yong, who had been on the night shift, and another security guard were eating their breakfast. Seeing Zhang Li and me arrive, Yang Yong asked if we had slept well last night. I said it was great, and told them to go back and get some rest since pulling a night shift must be tiring.
At that moment, I pulled Gu Sha's hand and stepped back a bit. I didn't call Ouyang Fei and the others; after all, they belonged to a sect, and since Chengfengzi hadn't told them to fall back, none of them would likely move.
When he had disguised himself as that alchemist during his initial visit to the Li family, he had felt that everyone in the Li family was ordinary, save for this extraordinary East Pearl Combat Star. Aside from profound knowledge, there were many other different qualities about him. Yet he could not fathom why this Combat Star of the Li family chose to remain amidst such a heap of world-destroying scum.
Lanterns hung around the spacious courtyard, mingling with the scattered moonlight so that the entire courtyard seemed enveloped in a hazy, ethereal glow.
Yinzhan felt that single glance was akin to an order to leave, but Hua Xie acted as though he hadn't noticed, showing not the slightest intention of departing.
Shen Juan looked at Wu Zhiyong, then at Wu Mian, and instantly furrowed her brow: How did I end up being the bad guy again?!
"Hmph, you're clearly just lazy." Xiao Shu let out a cold hum. At the mention of the imperial marriage decree, the faint, dull ache in her heart resurfaced. Did she truly have no choice left?
Indeed, the Prince had not passed away from illness. For him to weave such a monstrous lie was a crime punishable by death, but he could not allow those coveting the throne to usurp the young heir. The Prince's health was hanging by a thread, and before the day was out, he might suddenly be gone.
"That sounds acceptable. Although you may feel your identity is unimportant, it matters a great deal to me. I need to know who you are before I can feel at ease cooperating with you." The man watched as the aura around Yunge shifted instantly, and raising an eyebrow, he asked.
Yet everything was different now. A single Liu Chen was capable of contending with Liu Qi, causing the originally balanced scale to tilt severely and abruptly.
"Yes, Empress Dowager." Physician Yu was somewhat bewildered. Whenever a concubine in the palace felt unwell, he was always summoned to take their pulse; when had he ever been summoned to the Empress Dowager's quarters like this?
This hammer was identical in shape to an ordinary round-headed hammer from Earth. Entirely pitch-black in color, it looked completely unremarkable.