Volume 1, Chapter 153: The Beauty Emerges from the Bath

As they spoke, Chu Ming led Yun Xueyan to the passenger side of the Bentley Bentayga. He opened the door, revealing a vibrant array of colorful flowers to her.

"Get in," Chu Ming said.

It was precisely because she loved him so deeply, yet could never return to Gu Qingyan’s side, that she felt such profound heartache.

She looked at her brother, confused. Song Zimo walked up to the male nurse, reached out, and ripped off his mask and cap, revealing a man with somewhat delicate, effeminate features.

I tossed the copper-coin sword aside and swung my machete into Wang Laoer’s shoulder. With my left hand, I pulled out a dagger, and as he leaned to the side, I plunged it into his waist, then kicked the hilt, driving the blade deep into his body.

Dressed in a crisp suit and carrying a meal box, he walked into the hospital room. Miao Miao thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Seeing the reactions of others, she felt a lump form in her chest—it wouldn't go up or down, leaving her stifled with frustration.

Jian Si figured Xin Ai must be burning with anxiety, so he kindly decided to give her a hand. As for whether it would succeed, that would be up to her.

Yet, who could have guessed that her innocent childhood words would lead to such a twist of fate, and that Xiao Huaizui’s drunken jest was destined to become a self-fulfilling prophecy?

Song Xiaoxiao had already changed into clean clothes. She gripped Chen Qingyu’s hands, stared at her shoulders, and wept uncontrollably.

Hearing this, Chen Qingyu immediately pulled the garishly red wedding invitation from her handbag, handed it over, and fled in a panic.

"Living at your place?" Qian Rao pondered. Could the residence they were staying at be the City Lord’s Mansion?

Leading the way was the commander of the Imperial Guard who had made the arrest; he wore dark circles under his eyes and looked miserable. Behind him were two men who appeared to be jailers from the grand prison.

The generals of the Yue army cheered at these words. If things truly went as Huang Lang predicted and the Yue Kingdom could successfully annex the Gui Kingdom, they stood to gain so much—not only promotions and titles but also vast tracts of land, resources, and slaves. At the thought of such a bright future, the generals beamed with joy.

Surrounding the elders were key disciples, forming a perimeter to keep other students from approaching.

Dong Yaohua had now adopted Ye Shizhou’s style completely; she cared little for gold or jewelry, preferring bold, decisive action.

With the Five-Sword Technique completed and the five blades merged into one, the sight was magnificent—a power that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and the earth.

Seeing him nod, Shen Qingzhi’s gaze grew even deeper, and the gloom on Li Ji’s face intensified.

Just as the two were feeling puzzled, a golden beam of light shot from the center of the vortex, illuminating the ground instantly. Judging by the orientation, the spot hit by the golden beam was exactly the place they had just left.

After losing to Zhang Kun, Yun Yibo did not become dejected like Kong Nanfei. Instead, he worked hard and, without relying on the blood core Yun Yifeng had traded from Zhang Kun, broke through the GGG-level on his own, becoming an F-level esper.

When they saw Jiang Shihao killed by the Flame Dragon, their excitement turned instantly to ice. Cold sweat poured from their bodies, soaking through their undergarments.

"Another batch looking to die." Long Fei, who was pursuing Yang Xianmin, saw him drawing closer to the disciples of the Fire Cloud Palace. A faint, cold smile appeared on his face.

Wan Hongsheng spoke coldly; he hated Li Zixiao to the bone, and it was he who had ordered his bank subordinates to act as they did.

Luo Feng closed his eyes, his internal qi settling into total stillness as he carefully sensed everything around him.