Volume One, Chapter 44: A Desperate Desire to Improve

Old Song even built a makeshift hut on the mountain, where he and his two sons took turns with ten workers to patrol the area every night, fearing troublemakers. No matter whether the dead were from the Tiger Thirteen Tribe or the Bamboo Tribe, weren’t they all going to be on the same side in the future anyway?

The boy, clearly accustomed to domineering behavior, treated his sister in a way that the other siblings found unremarkable. He cast her a fleeting glance before turning his attention back to selecting his beloved toys.

Especially for those with family members who had been imprisoned, this incident made them wonder: Had they been too harsh, too indifferent, to their son, brother, or husband who had served time? Shouldn’t they show more care and warmth in the future?

Qin Mo’s deception truly left them disillusioned with society. In this age of the internet, what could still be trusted as real?

Suddenly the car was thrown into reverse, the accelerator slammed to the floor. The vehicle shot backward, but at that moment, floodlights blazed on all around, and the rumble of trucks echoed on every side.

Huanhuan’s luck had already risen recently; who knew what new changes had occurred on Blue Star?

She had redesigned the qipao that Ji Yuchen had gifted her, making it more accommodating to different body types, and embroidered various flowers symbolizing love for different clients.

A world born of nature always bears a trace of imperfection—both a thread of hope from the heavens and the seed of its possible ascension.

In his heart, Zhao Zixian fantasized as he gazed at those enticing red lips, wanting to taste their tender sweetness immediately. But—why wasn’t she moving? He touched his own face, wondering if something was amiss.

In the private room, everyone saw Xuan Shao leaning in close to Mu Qingqing, the star courtesan of Lin’an, in a provocative pose, but none could hear what he whispered to her.

Hearing that long-unheard indifferent tone, Linlang was reminded of their first encounter—the way he had looked at her, assessing her worth like merchandise, not a hint of desire in his eyes.

“I honestly don’t know what the imperial clan is like. Besides, I’ve never heard of a job where you get paid for doing nothing,” Qin Fengyi spread her hands in helplessness.

Many young noblemen wanted to approach, but at a glance at Fu Tiantian standing beside Ye Chu, their steps faltered.

When Xiangye was lying dazed in Gabriel’s arms, the person who should least have appeared showed up at that very moment.

Sliding open the master bedroom door, she saw Guan Jiahui, Sakaguchi Keiko, and Aunt Rainbow already asleep. Aunt Rainbow slept restlessly, her fair leg draped over Sakaguchi Keiko, pushing her to the edge of the bed, while Guan Jiahui lay obediently on her side.

Her full lips were suddenly sealed, a tongue brazenly invading, forcing her to open her eyes as her breath quickened.

Nanny Liu walked ahead, hearing no voices from inside the room. She gave a soft cough as she approached, signaling those inside that the young mistress had arrived.

At that moment, Ye Chu felt vexed being in the same space as Ye Jiarou, especially as Ye Jiarou insisted on speaking in her most grating tone.

Gao Feng, seemingly having learned his lesson from before, merely smirked without a word, eyes alight with amusement as he watched the scene between man and serpent unfold, anticipating a spectacular show.

After just a few breaths, a flash of light shot forth like a flying sword, and then a thousand-feathered wind-thunder wing appeared. In the secret chamber, a figure darted back and forth, lightning flashing intermittently.

Though Yun Yu had only studied the spiritual texts for a few days, he’d already learned something about the Tunhuang Tower Alliance.

Gradually, for reasons unknown, I found myself unable to move—my consciousness and body disconnected. All I could do was watch the frenzy, bloodshed, helplessness, and creeping terror inside the cockpit.

Suddenly, the ten elders opposite him radiated spiritual light in various hues, all surging into Xia Mingfeng. When the light merged with his body, not only did a new cultivation manual appear in his mind, but ten different magical arts were now his to choose from.

“Roar!” The beast, shrouded in thick mist, bellowed in rage, desperate to find its tormentor.

“Huff—” Zhao Ming’s hands moved in swift succession, gathering a fierce energy that surged out as thunderous force. Sensing the overwhelming power, a satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth.

All the spiritual power in his body flowed into his arms and then into the long blade. The weapon was no ordinary blade; its conductivity to spiritual energy was superb. With an abundance of energy, it grew razor-sharp.

The image of the table appeared in his mind, magnified as if seen through a lens. He could perceive its inner structure, already ruined—one touch and it would crumble to dust.

These world-famous brands brought high profits—a single set earned the salesgirls a generous commission. Four sets meant several hundred dollars, enough to make anyone excited.

Could it be that Qin Lan’s promotion and the Lu family’s sudden downfall were both orchestrated by Xia Yunjie behind the scenes?

“Never mind then. I don’t like watching that kind of stuff. I’m going to take a shower and then head to bed!” Zhou Zixuan said, planting a kiss on each side before heading to the bathroom.

Sure enough, the towering waves that had seemed so distant just moments before were now less than a hundred yards away, and in the blink of an eye, they were upon them.

Still, she had to keep up appearances. Every day at the restaurant, she was at her weakest and most neurotic, asking over a dozen or even twenty times, “Where’s my son?” as if he had vanished into thin air.

You once said: I forgot everything. In that pitch-dark place, the only thing I could do was sleep.