Volume 1, Chapter 47: Gu Yubai, You Are Shameless!

It was his birthday after all; she should have prepared a gift. He had traveled such a long way just to be here, instead of staying over there indulging in romance with Mu Jian. There was absolutely no reason for her to make a fuss.

Fourteen refused, and fifteen pulled her along—they hadn’t even settled things properly yet. Having a bad master like that meant only beatings and scoldings.

She stared out at the pitch-black sea and sky, the forest wind rustling softly, her thoughts suddenly drifting far away.

Su Wushuang sat quietly nearby, watching Su Yao’s nervous yet excited expression as she eagerly described her fondness for Jack and how she was trying to get closer to him. At that moment, she truly admired her.

As for Lin Yinyin, she knew the other party was no pushover but not to the point of dislike. Lin Yinyin was the type who had intentions but lacked much sense.

What had been a somewhat tense atmosphere instantly turned comedic when the two brothers made a scene.

Later, at the patriarch of the Mo family’s birthday banquet—a prime opportunity, with a mix of guests present, perfect for sneaking in to steal the necklace.

“It looks like Wei Yue has hit a brick wall this time. He’s in for big trouble,” whispered some, delighting in his misfortune.

At dawn, the sky was a clear blue, with only a few scattered clouds—a rare fine day.

Yet Wei Shi kept the previously baited Jianbing Guozi for himself, tossing the still-warm bag into Wu Jin’s arms.

With his status, Old Master Luo couldn’t just appear anywhere; he embodied the authority of the Luo family.

The phoenix tree transformed into a human when Yuan Ling returned from battle in the demon realm, wounded. While sword dancing beneath the tree, a drop of his blood fell upon it.

In Africa, there’s a kind of red spider that, after giving birth, wraps its egg sac tightly in sticky silk.

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Glancing instinctively at the ancient inscription on the city, the Night King sighed with a headache. “I say, Ancient Language, although your old master told you to be more serious, there’s no need to take it so literally.”

After a word to Xue Qianqiu, the shadow behind Gong Kunlun’s body shifted slightly, pushing the mountain peak projection in his hand toward several black-robed figures on the opposite mountain.

With a faint smile, she said, “I still have a few things to finish up today; it’s about time to leave.” As she spoke, she packed her belongings.

Sighing twice, Gu Xu rubbed his temples. “Among the three branches of Kunlun Immortal Sect, the strongest now is undoubtedly the one where Nan Sheng Wang Yue belongs.”

“Of course,” said Ye Ange with a smile as she brought out bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen. But when she saw Fu Chen leisurely playing on his phone on the sofa, an uneasy feeling suddenly crept over her.

Whether these were all the equipment, she wasn’t sure, but the conference room looked completely different now from when Shang Yishen pushed the door open yesterday.

A crimson light and a pale moonlight enveloped them, making it impossible to discern what was happening inside.

Three thousand points could raise one’s level to Martial Spirit. However, the system’s level didn’t seem to matter all that much.

Watching Lin Yi’s desperate struggle, Luo Wan’s voice was icy cold as she spoke to him, her hands weaving the controlling power that kept pulling Lin Yi backward.

Shen Huai’s face was more radiant than any young lady in the Shen household—a fact that always made Shen Yuan uneasy.

Of course, Wang Nanbei had also endured a dark period. During that time, he suffered deeply, even reaching a point of despising everything. The sight of fresh blood would drive him into madness. After that manic phase, he became calmer, even cold.

“You’re disgusting!” The infant shuddered, imagining his body crawling with blue ants.

He cupped some water in his hands, splashing it on his face. The refreshing sensation instantly swept away his fatigue, leaving him clear-headed.

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Qi Lin lowered his head to look at her, his eyes full of tenderness, no longer carrying that intimidating aura.

He slowly rolled up his sleeves, thinking it had been a long time since he last sparred with Jin Feng. The weather was perfect today—a good chance to practice.

“It’s nothing. I’m much better now.” Zhuo Xiong struggled to sit up but took a step back, wanting to keep his distance from the water’s surface.

Lin Tian spoke elegantly, then carefully put away a paper slip. This auction was profitable; just the admission ticket cost a hundred gold coins, not to mention the treasures on sale.

However, when Tian Feng’e was grabbed by him, she screamed hysterically, struggling fiercely to break free, then ran aside, trembling as she hugged herself.

“If you’re heartbroken, then stay in Beijing and guard your love well,” Lin Hongrui said with a smile, patting his shoulder.

The seemingly casual action made Chu Yunling unable to hold back, letting out a loud howl that echoed through the hospital corridor.

“Chunyu, I heard from Qiuyue today that we’ve known each other for a long time?” Fang Hongchao hesitated before bringing up the topic.

After spending some time together, Jiang Rongyu, aside from being a bit narcissistic, sharp-tongued, and somewhat arrogant, was actually quite easy to get along with.

Usually, Madame Wang taught Yi Xia palace secrets by hand—where one might be vulnerable to attacks—and Yi Xia learned diligently.