Chapter 123: Who Says We're Close Brothers?

My dear brother, we share a bond of life and death. If there were money to be made, how could I ever forget you? I’ll explain everything to you slowly, so don’t be anxious!”

The man in the black jacket chuckled softly, no longer carrying the haughty attitude from before.

“Life and death? That’s laughable. I was dragged into this whole scheme against my will, so what does this have to do with me...”

As the door opened, the air was thick with the lingering scent of passion. Clothes were strewn chaotically on the floor. Shen Ruyi lay face down on the bed, her exposed skin marked with ambiguous traces. Her cheeks still flushed, her long hair damp and clinging to her face from sweat.

“Put me down, please. I can walk on my own...” She was perfectly capable of walking; she didn’t need to be carried.

Su Man knew Lin Feng’s English was limited, so she fetched teaching materials from the first to third year of high school to give him comprehensive English lessons.

Dong Zhuo was of a similar temperament. The early enthusiasm of the month brought warmth to his lonely heart, and he was determined to help her raise crabs and shrimp successfully.

Gu Bao’er felt a pang of unease. She couldn’t bear the thought of sending her own husband away.

Xu Shanda held a thin piece of paper in his hand, staring down at the test results, suddenly feeling a sharp pang of discomfort.

Gong San was dressed in blue, with five golden star stripes on his shoulders—clearly a master of the five-star battle king rank.

Even the now ruthless Wind felt that his former self had been recklessly overconfident.

It seemed so. That day, she ran to the restroom twice and Wen Shang returned. Usually, such trips would take over an hour.

I thought about it too; such a search was likely fruitless. But since I was here, leaving without trying felt unsatisfactory.

After returning to Beijing, we had to part ways. Our identities simply weren’t suitable for us to be seen together openly.

Liu Aiguo looked up at Shi Tou, who held a long sword, his face pale and gasping for breath—clearly exhausted.

After speaking, Mie Tian sat cross-legged, the colossal Broken Sky Sword spinning rapidly around the protective shield safeguarding Meng Batian.

Touching the wolf’s head, the Broken Sky Sword hadn’t harmed Meng Batian’s hands at all; instead, it was as soft and smooth as wolf fur.

A trace of embarrassment flickered across Ye Chen’s face. In high school, youthful pride meant he couldn’t lose face before Ning Yuxi. Though each time it caused him pain that made him grimace, he always pretended it was nothing.

“No.” The boys behind shouted loudly, their eyes wide as they told blatant lies. Such an opportunity to kick someone when they’re down was not to be missed.

The next day, everyone gathered with their own elixir furnaces at the Ten Thousand People Square.

The large pit seemed naturally formed, with a diameter of over ten meters, but its depths were engulfed in darkness, concealing how deep it truly was.

“What? Did they say something nasty again?” Madam Yun said, irritated.

A cold glare swept over Long Tian and the others. If even the slightest hint of reluctance appeared, perhaps this door would never open for them.

Girls favored by Long Tian were never seen to escape. In other words, Shirona was inevitably trapped; it was only a matter of time.

Indeed, in Hui Ye’s memory, Naruto’s two most famous moves were the Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu and the Rasengan.

“Such a mundane scene—sorry to disappoint. What did you expect? A fortress? A great hall? Or a Japanese-style room?” Lido joked from the side.

“Here you go,” the teacher said, handing over a steaming cup of drink that promised warmth just by looking at it.

“All right, let’s take a stroll around here now,” Long Tian clapped his hands and announced loudly.