Volume 1 Chapter 42 Your Character Is Flawed

"Chu Lingtian, you have disappointed me too much!"

Even Li Siru looked utterly disheartened.

"I once thought that as long as your character was sound, your background did not matter."

"I never expected that I had overestimated you!"

When they first met, she had felt that this boy, Chu Lingtian, was quite decent. But now, the sequence of events made her realize that this young man was far from as upright as he appeared on the surface.

"Mom, you’ve misunderstood. Huang Yanchen and I are just friends with a slightly closer relationship," Chu Lingtian said with a helpless, bitter smile. "If you don't believe me, ask Jiang Wan when she arrives; she knows the truth."

At the mention of Jiang Wan, Chu Lingtian paused. It had been so long, and logically...

Naturally, after wielding the stick, there had to be a sweet carrot, so Li Yalin’s words were, of course, not going to stop. Lu Shiyu said nothing, but his hand gripping his phone turned white with force, as if he intended to crush it. If he weren't afraid that the stifled resentment in her heart would never dissipate—causing her to refuse to marry him—he would never have let her know about these things. However, this was absolutely not something he could do, and besides, even if one were to cut it away with a knife, wouldn't that thing just burrow its way back in?

A squad of fifteen imperial guards suddenly felt the sensation of drowning. The feeling was so swift and overwhelming that before they could even react, they were deprived of air and collapsed to the ground, unconscious from asphyxiation.

She considered herself fairly ruthless, yet looking at the crowded prison cells, knowing many must be innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire, she felt a flicker of compassion.

Looking at this group before him, and thinking that if all went as expected, this was the very bunch he would be taking to Northern Plains to "spread the faith," Magistrate Zhou felt a splitting headache. Before, he had merely wanted to avoid them; now, staring at the fat manager, he wondered how this man could be so loathsome.

The night before last, the two had been entangled in intimacy until the middle of the night before falling asleep. Twice during the process, she had wanted to lie flat beneath Wen Lin as she had during their first time, wanting to gaze at him and receive his kisses, but Wen Lin’s attitude was extremely firm; he refused to let her turn over to face him.

He drove straight back to the apartment, but there was no one there. Qin Muyun immediately called Nie Qingqing, who was currently being pinned down and kissed thoroughly by Jiang Ciyun.

Five miles did not cover the entire Longmen encampment, but this distance coincidentally happened to encompass the central command tent of Wu Kedi.

The Fourth Mountain posed little pressure for Fang Yun and Lu Chen, and both had left statues there. When Lu Chen faced the first statue, he had utilized both "armchair strategy" and the "striking across the mountain" technique; there was no doubt that if anyone were to select his or his statue of Fang Yun in the future, they would be in for a miserable time.

"Chang Feng, stop trying to tempt this old man; I have plenty of fine wine here." Clearly aware of the implications of Chang Feng’s actions, Mei Sanhan glared at him.

The boss had also mentioned that information at the Soul-Chasing Tower required money; as long as you had money, you could get any intelligence or even items. Moreover, the power of the Soul-Chasing Tower was immense; it was rumored to have existed since the first king of the Persian Empire, and the organization itself had supposedly belonged to the Persian kings, though it seemed to have splintered later on.

The barbarian general was easily defeated by Ye Tianhao, his fate hanging in the balance. Ye Tianhao couldn't be bothered to care about him now; in any case, the general was severely wounded, and his life now depended entirely on a single thought of his own.

The arrival of a couplet consisting of identical characters immediately filled some with despair, especially those like Gao Minghong who had good relations with Fang Yun and Lu Chen.

It was evident that Chang Feng’s previous handling of the Shanhai Kingdom officials had earned him great approval and trust.

Once the investigation reached the elite families of the East City, how would the world perceive them? How would the royal clan view them? Even if they had not broken the laws of the state, they would still be unable to justify themselves in terms of human sentiment.

Eating while working and working while eating seemed to be a common habit among the Chinese, and Xu Ruyi was no exception.

This aura was like a wind blowing through a dry, desolate desert, blowing away all of Yuan Zhen’s calm, leaving only the unbearable, painful heat.

"Riko..." Komon fought back his nausea as he looked at Riko, only to find that she seemed completely unaware of anything.

If there were any slip-ups and the internal minister of the Daming Palace noticed, it would be a huge disaster.

She was humming a song while walking down the street when, in the blink of an eye, she saw a figure that shouldn't have been there.

"Song Wu, are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?" Not far away, Shen Zhe, having just recovered from the thrill of the danger, rushed over.

Belial let out a heart-wrenching roar, the power of light and the Ultimate Force surging within him as he tried to expel the Reiblood alien from his body.

"President Su, please show mercy," Gu Dongting’s body went limp as he knelt down, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face. "I was confused at the time; I didn't mean to defraud your money."

It seemed Fukuide K is truly infinitely loyal to Belial; he probably wished he could be Belial's son.

Jiang Wanting lay quietly on the emergency bed, her eyes tightly shut, her exposed skin almost as pale as the sheets.

At the same time, he had many thoughts in his mind; otherwise, he wouldn't have called so early. This was why, after Fang Qingxuan returned, he felt the other party would call him; the feeling was like a very clear intuition.

Thus, after the call connected, the housekeeping service company immediately stated that they had found a suitable candidate.

After we all finished eating, the old village chief signaled for Sandezi to clear the table. We helped out a bit, clearing the bowls and chopsticks together, and then everyone returned to the room to wait, waiting until Sandezi was finished with the cleanup.

Zheng Zhong entered the city and flew directly to the outside of his rented cave dwelling, sending a sound-transmission talisman that slipped into the cave's barrier.