Chapter 152: A Complex State of Mind! Li Junsheng: I Am Truly Getting Old

"Understood. You should go now; I shouldn't be seen with you for too long. They are waiting for me to head back, and I don't want them coming to look for me!"

The man shrugged regretfully before taking his leave.

Although she had posed nude before, it had always been with modest tape covering the essential parts. She knew she lacked the courage to strip naked in front of a stranger, and she finally understood why Yang Yunguang had cried so bitterly.

"I'll go check on her; you just rest in the room." Su Aoxue spoke to Dong Jian and walked out the door without waiting for his reply, leaving a helpless Dong Jian to collapse onto the bed.

Throughout the journey, the two of them had been whispering to each other, occasionally glancing back at Zhang Huaming. Whenever their eyes landed on Han Wei, Zhang Huaming could sense the greed and lewdness flickering in their gazes; it was clear they had set their sights on her enchantingly seductive beauty.

Of course, the telegrams received thus far only served to infuriate General Joffre, not yet to the point of making him genuinely anxious or fearful.

"I—I just thought of it. Don't change the subject; tell me about you and Su Aoxue," Bai Rou interrupted, pressing him for an answer.

At that moment, Luo Yichen had already ordered the elevator doors to be opened. Seeing him arrive, Shang Qi felt a pang of guilt and immediately pulled her hand away. Noticing her unnatural expression and then glancing at Mu Lichen, Luo Yichen felt certain that something had transpired between them.

It seemed these two types of pills were intended for different ailments, but given her current state, which one should she take?

Since he was not from the Feng Kingdom, even if he were powerful, he should still exercise some caution and avoid causing trouble easily. As the saying goes, even a powerful dragon should not cross a local snake. In this city, it was the world of their master. If he really didn't know his place, he would meet a bad end.

Perhaps Feng Xian'er was truly drunk, which was why she was so uninhibited, pouring out all those past events. But precisely because she was drunk, she failed to see the sorrow that flickered across Fei Yi's face.

At that time, she was unaware that her every move was being observed in full by the man in black hidden in the large tree. The night was thick and cold, causing people's thoughts to drift further and further away.

Jun Yuyao forced a laugh, though a trace of displeasure flickered in the depths of her eyes. She secretly complained that Princess Luxiang was too self-righteous, yet she dared not voice it and remained silent.

"Yes. The brawny one said the man from the West Street bearing factory was crippled by him, his Achilles tendons severed. Let's go; we cannot afford any more complications."

"Then let's go straight upstairs to find Annie." Qian Qiyue said nothing more and headed directly upstairs. Since Anna was still doing well, they could catch up later. She needed to vent all her bad moods first so that she could properly face the woman who had sheltered her entire childhood—Nurse Anna, who was like an older sister to her.

The other disciples were horrified, retreating one after another, their eyes filled with terror as they stared at Shen Jun. Shen Jun strode forward, and with a flash of his blade, several more disciples fell to the ground.

Lighting a cigarette, Hua Tianqi narrowed his eyes into a dangerous arc amidst the swirling smoke.

A flash of white light appeared in Hua Qing's mind, and within that light floated a white lotus surrounded by a chilling mist.

The next day, the sun was bright and clear. As it neared the hottest days of summer, the weather was scorching enough to nearly roast a person alive. Qian Qiyue, who usually favored a light style, changed into a bohemian-style maxi dress paired with wedge sandals and a short-sleeved white shirt. She looked very much in tune with the summer, her long skirt swaying with each step, creating a flowing scene of beauty.

Ye Yiran let out a low roar at the man in the black cloak, and a pale yellow sword light, hundreds of feet long, slashed toward him.