Volume One, Chapter 26: Two Women Meet

Diyi Moyun looked at the strange girl blocking his path and asked in surprise, "Excuse me, Miss, do I know you?"

"Sir, are you from the Diyi family?"

Upon hearing this, Diyi Moyun was instantly filled with vigilance. What did this girl want?

He nodded and said, "That is correct, I am from the Diyi family. Miss, is there something you need?"

Once Yan Xiyue received the confirmation, she grew instantly excited. "Um, I’m a good friend of Diyi Qingcheng. Might I ask, where is she now?"

Hearing that the girl was a good friend of his sister, Diyi Moyun’s demeanor warmed...

"You look beautiful, so I took an extra look," Lu Jun chuckled before heading inside.

This put Alfred in a passive position. Being unable to escape Allen’s presence caused a strange expression to flicker across his usually smiling face.

A violent roar resounded at that moment. The massive black palm that had been descending toward Shen Yi and his three companions shattered in mid-air, only to condense once more and continue its descent.

"What is there to worry about? He is the son of the Leader; I believe he will know his limits." Lei Luo did not want Watts targeting his student, as Watts was deeply obsessed with—and held great hatred for—the Ten Great Demons.

She was truly a remarkable person. Setting aside her stunning beauty, he couldn't help but admire her calm, natural disposition, her serene yet transparent temperament, and her subtle, clever mind.

Pinching Lan Ling’er’s delicate nose, Mu Xinghan said softly, "Are you dazed?" The playfulness in his voice instantly brought her back to reality.

"Give your National Preceptor a message on my behalf: I must return to my country shortly and cannot remain in the palace any longer. Let alone a month, even three or five days are unlikely. Therefore, please ask him to find another solution for me within three days." Yin Qingluo frowned slightly.

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Furong shook her head. "He’s nowhere near as good-looking as you; how could he possibly bewitch me..." No sooner had she finished speaking than she felt something was off. Upon reflection, she only saw a smile spreading across his face.

She stumbled out, staring blankly at Cheng Xian. Facing the deep, dark eyes of the man before her, Iman found herself at a loss for words.

"Captain." Hu Xiaolong walked to Lei’s side, spoke briefly, and handed him the bulletproof vest.

"I’ve called Li Xin here; perhaps he can help us discover something," Lu Mei said to the others.

The blond man was stunned; he hadn't expected that while they were talking, I had already devised a countermeasure.

"Wuwuwu!" It would have been better if the homeroom teacher hadn't spoken at all; at his words, Su Xinlan and Fang Ying both burst into tears.

Bai Mosheng plunged his sword into the nearby wall, sliding for a long distance before finally coming to a halt. He was drenched in a cold sweat from fear.

"Sister-in-law, say no more. Let’s hurry; our energy is limited, so let’s help as much as we can." Seeing Xingchen’s bloodshot eyes, the two understood what she had intended to do earlier. They hesitated for a moment before speaking in unison.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and a man who looked like a bodyguard walked straight in.

Gaia was stunned: Had he provoked Zhansilamu? Why did Zhansilamu seem to have such a problem with him?

As the Black Mist spoke, he raised his right hand toward Captain Roger. Captain Roger felt his flying device lurch. Caught off guard, he stumbled and nearly fell, though he managed to steady himself just in time.

During the one or two seconds of waiting, her palms grew sweaty, and her throat felt constricted, as if something were lodged there, making it hard to breathe. Looking back, she hadn't been this nervous even on her first day at the Junshan Group.

As a member of the Bureau of Investigation, his primary job was managing various violent crimes in the city, yet he was being asked to purchase this service. It was quite subtle, though upon reflection, it seemed reasonable enough.

They had been born with silver spoons in their mouths; they never had to worry about money, nor did they ever take it seriously, as they rarely had use for it in their daily lives.

This room did not look like a prison. The floor was covered in natural-wood-colored planks—slightly aged but spotless—and the walls were painted a cozy, light blue. On the wall opposite the sleep pod, a unique set of chandeliers hung, cascading in layers.

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Lu Feng reached out and took the Gau box from his neck. Opening it, he gazed at the Wealth-Bestowing Heavenly King within.

Upon hearing the news, Commissioner Liang remained outwardly calm, but his heart was far from tranquil. He knew full well how difficult it had been to seize the relic, yet despite everything, they had actually succeeded in obtaining it.

Fortunately, his mind was sound, and he was aware that something was wrong with his soul—that he had forgotten many people and events.

Under the influence of this Great Strength Heavenly Ghost’s aura, other "Erroneous Arguments" also appeared within this unusual atmosphere. Out of the five "Erroneous Arguments" in total, three had manifested here.

Emperor Xi was not a native of the Blue Star. He had never made an effort to hide this, but where did he come from?

She had already said these things twice, and since Shi Zhixue wouldn't listen, there was no need to say them a third time.

Li Junhao was hit hard by the news; he could only sit to the side, sulking and pondering. Lisa did not disturb him.

Lin Feng and Lone Wolf had no objections. They went to the coffee shop with Liang Qing, opened an elegant side booth, and sat face-to-face.

In that white light, all the monks felt a great, warm, and sacred will gently brush against their hearts. In an instant, all restlessness vanished, leaving behind only peace, tranquility, and a faint sense of joy and happiness.

After days of depression, too many tasks had piled up on his desk; they truly could not be delayed. First, he had to go see Xu Yaqin’s parents. The elderly couple was living in a place arranged by Xiao Mingshan, as Xi Juan had told him last night. No matter how much he dreaded seeing them, he had to appear.

"Since that’s the case, take your time to decide. I hope that in the end, you can view me as your brother; I would be very happy to have a cute little sister like you," Lin Feng said leisurely.

Li Junhao possessed a troop type called "Spies." Spies were talented individuals in various fields, many of whom were excellent politicians. Using them merely as spies was a waste of talent. Therefore, a large number of outstanding politicians could be selected from among them.

Inside a guest room at the Silent Court, a lamp glowed quietly, casting a silhouette. A man sat cross-legged in a wooden tub, completely naked. His heroic spirit was evident, his brow furrowed, and his bridge of his nose—sharp as a mountain peak—was crinkled, as if he were enduring immense pain. This man was Xue Hao.