Volume 1, Chapter 33: Not So Hard to Coax After All

Suddenly, Xu Jing’s voice came from behind him, and a hand reached over to pluck the baseball cap from his head.

The entrance was bustling with activity. Xiang Wen did not linger there long with his disciples; as the weather was cold, he brought out a spiritual treasure for his clansmen to step onto, and together, they soared away into the sky.

Yet, since he had accepted it and wore it so openly, his cold and reluctant demeanor was truly hypocritical.

Though few in number, they were fierce in battle. Each time, they would claim a hundred lives before retreating, only to strike again once the rebel forces abandoned their pursuit and returned to camp.

However, Director Li’s tone was far too arrogant. He maintained a high-and-mighty attitude, looking down upon the Shiya Group entirely. The terms had already been agreed upon, and they were only there to sign the contract as a mere formality; for the other party to pull a stunt like this, Jiang Xuemei could not help but feel a flash of anger.

Sun Jingyang was alarmed. Seeing the Third Princess about to cry out, he panicked and quickly pressed her mute point, covered her with a quilt, then took off his shoes and jacket before pretending to snore loudly as he went to open the door.

Upon reaching this point, Qiu Yue suddenly changed her expression and bowed solemnly to Zhu Zhilian.

Because this was not something she needed to consider; Xu Jing had no idea how powerful the Demon Lord truly was.

"Director Jiang, that is unkind. What do you mean by 'exaggerating'? I am simply stating facts. If your president does not come over, then today's signing is off. Wait a couple of days until your president is free, and then you may come again," Director Li scoffed, effectively showing them the door.

At six in the evening, as the night deepened, the lights on the cruise ship were switched on. Against the backdrop of the glittering stars, the dark river, and the prosperous city on the shore, the scene unfolded like a poetic painting.

As her mental energy entered Han Wei’s mind, it encountered fierce resistance. Although Lin Xue had fully recovered her mental strength, it was still a struggle, and she could not gain complete control. She saw Han Wei’s gaze toward her turning icy—a chill so intense it had only appeared when he looked at the Vulture.

Not long after, Shao Fei arrived at a village, which was the mandatory path to the base village.

Jewelry companies were highly profitable; Old Zhou knew this well. The raw stones he possessed generally performed well and were never fake. Therefore, many jewelry companies in Shanghai would buy some raw stones from him.

"Are you a disciple of the Sword Casting Sect? How is that old fellow Ouye Minzhi? I haven’t seen him in a long time! I truly miss him," Moke asked, an expression of excitement appearing on his face.

Red jadeite was not popular in the market. Aside from the bright blood-red jadeite described by Lin Xuanlan, most ordinary red jadeite was dark red or reddish-brown, lacking the brilliance to catch the eye.

My heart sank. I grabbed his collar and, catching him off guard, leaned in until I was a millimeter from his lips. As I expected, Ming Shang instinctively recoiled.

"How noisy!" Jun Qiluo thought for a moment, rummaged through her robes, and pulled out a porcelain bottle. After reading the label, she poured a pill into her hand and, amidst Fang Rouyu’s cursing, flicked it into her mouth.

The Paishi sniper battle ended with the retreat of the 184th Division. Afterward, the Yangxin blocking battle and the Chongyang defense battle were launched, primarily by the Yunnan Army. However, the 184th was the elite of the Yunnan forces, while the rest were raw recruits; the 184th was no longer capable of fighting, and it remained to be seen if these recruits could withstand the ten thousand tigers and wolves of the Japanese army.

One icy, one fiery—did putting them together really make a negative into a positive? Han Wei’s condition had indeed eased significantly, and his expression showed he was no longer in such agony. Lin Xue, however, appeared to be in great pain; her body trembled violently, and she occasionally let out painful cries.

What was this! Only moments ago he was whispering sweet nothings about how I was the most important, and the moment Bai Lan left, he showed his true colors? Was he just using me to make Bai Lan jealous?

Qing Yu sensed the gaze beside her and turned to look at Ye Shanhe. Thinking he wanted an orange, she unknowingly broke her own in half and handed it to him.

One more step forward, and they would set foot in the Star Luo Empire, where wealth and glory would be theirs for the taking.

This street was winding and tortuous, with nine turning points. Each section of the street had a defender, and once one cleared the street, they would reach the Dengying Pavilion. As long as Lu Heng won eight consecutive matches, he could walk from one end of the street to the other and take his seat at the Qingyun Banquet that Wu and Zhang had prepared for him.

She stepped back twice, but could not get out; the black dots on the ground followed her footsteps like a shadow.

After hurrying along the way, He Suoyi returned to the palace in no time, but upon her arrival, she was stunned.

Bai Bei had once teased her, calling her a "big eater" who had a constitution that prevented her from gaining weight no matter how much she ate. Su Jinsheng always brushed this off with a smile—she had her "good" second uncle to thank for that; otherwise, how could she have such a good appetite?

Her accompanying maids and nannies were also deeply frightened by this turn of events. Although they were out of danger thanks to Du Yuyang’s help, the sight of Wei Yuluan clutching her stomach, her face pale with agony, remained deeply etched in their minds.

Lu Chenyan, however, had passed away. One could only wonder what his inner convictions were; perhaps everyone’s life holds, to some extent, an obsession.

Su Jinsheng did not move. She was dressed very casually today in a simple white T-shirt, tight jeans, and her hair tied in a ponytail.

Upon hearing this, Li Yunhui looked at Liang Shan with an expression of anticipation as she narrated her decision.

The man was tall with an ordinary face, dressed in the same attire as Fatty Huang and the others, though his clothes hung loosely, looking quite unkempt. His head-to-toe inspection made my skin crawl. Just as I was about to ask him what he was looking at, I remembered Fatty Huang’s instructions and bit my tongue, letting him stare.

An Bochen and Sima Jin using the dragon bones for cultivation was not what shocked her the most. What she found incredible was that the two had taken the dragon bones without authorization and remained unscathed; the spirit of the Ancestral Dragon seemed to be asleep, failing to see their sacrilegious act, let alone visit punishment upon them.