Volume One, Chapter 48: Jiang Yuehua and Jiang Yu Would Never Scold Us Point-Blank Like You Do!

Silence filled the emergency stairwell.
Huo Siye was stunned by the question. "What person by my side?"
Huo Chenyuan ignored him.
He took a step forward, his tall figure almost completely enveloping Jiang Yu.
His sharp gaze locked onto her relentlessly, like a leopard fixing its eyes on its sole prey, determined to get an answer.
Jiang Yu felt her heart flutter nervously under his gaze, and she subconsciously took a half step back, her spine pressing against the cold wall.

After a hearty meal, Li Fanhai handed the red envelope to Sheng Nuanyang. Thinking of the brothers and sister-in-law back in Huyang Village, he didn't stay the night, but drove straight back to the village.

And she even seemed to be a celebrity. That would perfectly explain why she had bundled herself up so tightly when returning the cat, and why she was so paranoid about her address being leaked.

Shen Lang stomped down once more, shattering the bones in the Japanese Emperor's right hand and causing the Emperor's screams of agony to become even more piercing.

His target shifted so abruptly that the three people behind him didn't even have time to react before his hand-blade, carrying a fierce and piercing whistle through the air, was already right in front of Polly.

As for the other hundred pairs of top-tier shoes and the hundred upgrade scrolls, Zhang Zhe planned to distribute them as rewards to his loyal and hardworking subordinates during a full member meeting.

Sheng Nuanyang's grip on her bowl tightened abruptly. She looked at Li Songyan, managed a strained smile, and shook her head, just about to deny it when Li Songyan cut in from beside her.

At the time, Li Fanhai had only thought that the spot shouldn't be wasted, since it was something Sheng Nuanyang had worked so hard for all these years. As for any agreement between the two of them, he hadn't mentioned a single word about it; since he didn't bring it up, no one else asked either.

"This guy!" Looking up at Ziran, who was squatting high out of reach and casting a look of royal disdain down at him, Ye Luo shook his head helplessly. This cat had just as much personality as he did. Oh well, let it be; as long as it was happy.

Coming back to the topic, why was Yangheng County held in such high regard? Fu Ruohe had indeed heard members of the Fu family mention that Yangheng County controlled the water transport routes. Everything intended for shipment to the capital had to pass through the rivers of Yangheng County to enter, which was why the county was considered of utmost importance.

[Wu Wei]: Old Wu, don't be impulsive. Before things are clarified, let's not jump to conclusions.

Li Qingxian felt a faint sourness prick at the bottom of his heart, astonished to discover that he actually felt a trace of jealousy toward him.

Qi Aizhen hadn't reacted at all. She was still somewhat dazed, just about to explain that she was only wearing pajama bottoms and it wasn't convenient to come down, when she suddenly felt her center of gravity sink. Emitting a miserable shriek, she and her entire bed plummeted downward.

Inside the room, the night-luminous pearl shone as pure and bright as the moon. The Yunze incense spiraling from the bronze censer was both crisp and gentle.

Only, Celisite had no idea that her goblet had already been drugged by Abel; she simply hadn't noticed it.

The soybeans were ground into bean dregs using a millstone. Then, after being filtered through gauze to remove the dregs, the resulting white liquid was boiled in a pot to become soy milk.

"Introduce the bows you have here to your lord first, and see if there are any that catch my eye." Ninth Master folded his folding fan with a snap and pointed to several bows hanging on the wall.

Di He, however, didn't believe her words at all, especially since a look of disappointment—a profound sort of disappointment—was now plain on her face.

With a loud crash, the wooden box hit the ground and shattered into pieces. Gold bars came tumbling and clanging out from the broken container.

Gongye Qiang had made it very clear: there were no hints whatsoever on this floor, nor had she been able to uncover any clues in the office. This meant the clues were neither on the floor nor in the office. Only one possibility remained: the key to this corridor was hidden inside these glasses.

The man who had been reprimanded first swept his eyes across the surroundings, let out a soft snort, and knelt down as if his legs were inconvenient.

"Gentlemen, would you like to place your orders now?" The waiter asked politely, pulling out the menu.

However, Fu Qingyang had never clarified the matter he wanted to confess. Gu Xiaoxiao had also been busy and flustered for several days cleaning out every room of the Matchmaker Temple, ending up utterly exhausted every day, and had completely forgotten about the incident.

The condition of the giant female snake was no better than his; both of them could see the raw desire in each other's eyes.

Qi Si grew nervous upon hearing this. He had originally thought Chi Jianglin had flat-out refused, but now, coming from Yaya's mouth, it had turned into "already accepted." Did that mean there was still hope?

"Mayor Xu, Yuntang's economic development has been quite impressive over the years. In your opinion, what are the main reasons for this?" Ling Zhiyuan asked nonchalantly.

Similarly, one could extract relevant soul memories through the extraction of souls and refining of spirits, a method that was later employed as an interrogation technique to extract confessions under torture.

Dozens of times in rapid succession, that divine soul thought-form exploded in mid-air, transforming into terrifyingly immense energy that swept outward in an instant.

"Let's go, to Fuguifei Teahouse!" Bao Qingtian turned around, went into the room to fetch a folding fan, snapped it open with a flourish, and walked toward the courtyard gate, muttering to himself: A jade pendant? If it catches my eye, I'll use it to hang from my fan.

Lu Qing'er was deeply worried that Shen Yibai's health would break down. He had been living in a state of self-blame and guilt, to an even greater degree than Lu Qing'er herself. This couldn't go on. Therefore, Lu Qing'er decided to cook personally and prepare some appetite-stimulating dishes.

"Why the sudden thought of promoting her?" Cheng Yu lifted his chin, letting Su Yanran button his collar as he spoke.

Situ Haoyu smiled and nodded. "It's pretty. What's the name of that bead?" he asked, pointing casually at one of them.

Tianming stared blankly at Zunshang, wanting to say something but unable to utter a sound. Zunshang seemed to understand as well; with a single wave of his hand, a black halo struck Tianming, and the latter found that he could finally speak again.

Today, several years later, Xiao Kaiyang regretted for the very first time the fickle passions and impulsiveness of his youth. If he hadn't left home back then, would Ding Weihan—who was also Xiao Mo, and more importantly, his own flesh and blood—have died in such an obscure and unexplained manner?

Situ Haoyu's face darkened instantly. "...What happened?" He had only stepped away for a moment, yet unpredictable changes had occurred. Could someone have been gossiping behind his back?