Volume One, Chapter 58: Escape from Desperation, Life Hanging by a Thread!

I must admit, Qilin is truly beautiful. Her fair face, skin smooth and delicate, as if a peeled lychee, tempting one to take a bite and savor its sweetness.

When breaking off the engagement, she cleverly exploited his weaknesses to negotiate, displaying intelligence and cunning—none of the foolishness one might expect.

Mo Jue’s strength had already been discussed by other disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect, and Mo Jue himself believed that, as a prince of a great nation, he must have plenty of hidden cards up his sleeve.

The need for secrecy was also the reason why the Great Heng Empire chose to develop the Qu Ping Naval Shipyard here, establishing the empire's premier battleship manufacturing facility.

“But with all those added features, at such a high price, who among ordinary people would buy it? How would you earn their money?” the young man pressed further.

Looking around, there was no sign of Ye Meimei. She began to question whether she’d been seeing things.

“Hey, what are you staring at?” Mu Xi saw Xu Fan grinning at her, and for some reason, a peculiar emotion stirred within her, her cheeks instantly flushed.

Hearing this, Mo Jue roughly understood the situation, though his doubts lingered. If it was a medical pavilion, why was he kept away?

After speaking, Huang Meng settled at the accounts counter in the corner of the hall, crossing his legs and savoring the expressions of those around him.

Shangguan Lan’er and Han Yue had also visited Xu Fan once. This time, Xu Fan did not neglect them, offering a thorough explanation of what he was doing, and even managed to collect Lan’er’s Light Spiritual Root and Han Yue’s Mist Spiritual Root.

“Your Highness, we Portuguese have long been in contact with the Ming. Our friendship is sincere,” Roland, unwilling to be outdone, asserted.

Liu Chan, the last emperor of the Former Shu Kingdom, was captured by Cao Wei and granted the title of Duke of Anle—the one who ‘forgot Shu in his happiness.’ Lang Boyan’s words hinted to Song Zheng that the people of Shu were united, confident in their defense against foreign threats, and their emperor would not end up like Liu Chan.

Miko placed the plate in the sink, and suddenly the ringtone of a text message sounded. “I want a cup of black coffee.” Furious, she nearly threw her phone to the ground, but nonetheless, she began grinding the coffee beans.

Red Flame and the others, seeing they could not catch up, worried for Qian Xuelang’s safety and hurried to check on him. At that moment, Qian Xuelang stirred slightly, glanced at Zi Yanxia, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

Miko patted her stomach. “I’m starving to death.” Her expression was so animated that Yu Shuting and Jin Mingxin burst out laughing.

Mu Qingya accompanied him a while longer, chatting about other matters before leaving Emerald Palace and heading toward Mu Anzhi’s residence.

Seeing Sun the Cripple lose his temper, Qin Anding pursed his lips, not daring to say another word, and obediently stepped aside.

Zhuo Yifan was breathing heavily; after days of rushing, fighting, and fright, he was utterly exhausted. His immortal sword was becoming unruly, his arms increasingly numb and sore.

After sending Hu Qiang away, Song Zheng intended to head straight to the palace, but after some thought, decided to stay home and act as if nothing had happened.

From the scene and the prolonged absence of Gao Zizai, they deduced that Ghost Cry still hadn’t been caught. Comparing Gao Zizai’s strength to Lin Xiao’s, everyone couldn’t help but gasp, swallowing nervously—even Gao Zijun felt the same. If Lin Xiao remained uncaptured, it would weigh heavily on his mind.

“If his consciousness weren’t being suppressed, and the bloodthirsty impulse didn’t overpower him, the Demon Art would truly be the greatest technique in the world,” Zhu Yuhuang sighed sincerely.

Zhou Fengyi showed little reaction, as she had anticipated this outcome the moment she took that step.

Yet Jia Qing dared not think in that direction, fearing that the calm he’d finally achieved would be shattered by another storm.

Zhou Miaomiao was laughing uncontrollably, and Ma Zhe, seizing a moment when she wasn’t paying attention, gave Qin Xiaoxuan a flirtatious look, raised his eyebrows, puckered his lips for a kiss, and hinted: I’ll book the room first, and tonight you’ll join me.

Now that her nephew had been beaten so badly, she was determined to seek justice from both families.

“Useless. Even if your mastery of rules surpasses mine, you can’t harm me.” Ji Lingchen declared confidently.

Indeed, in the past half year, Longhua Group had faced all sorts of crises—malicious rumors from rivals, traitors within, and even the general manager Qin Fengming being kidnapped. Yet, amidst these trials, Longhua not only survived, but like a phoenix rising from the ashes, blossomed with boundless vitality.

The entire passageway felt stifling and gray. After being dug through, it seemed never to have been used, leaving no trace of anyone.

That night, the two suffered greatly. It was Qin Fengming’s first time and the pain was unbearable. Ma Zhe, kneeling between Qin Fengming’s legs, had barely entered before the agonized Qin Fengming kicked him out with her knees.

Chen Teng, hearing this, looked at Xiao Feng, a mocking glint in his eyes, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he spoke coldly.

It should have ended just like that, slowly becoming accustomed in time. Unexpectedly, the villain chose that moment to gloat.

“You feast in the entertainment industry; at the very least, you should let your brother have a sip of the broth, shouldn’t you?” Yang Chao’s face immediately twisted in distress.

Regardless of whether the academy is aware of my existence, once those true monsters come to purge and cleanse, I will have nowhere to go.

The action took but a moment. Jiang Chang’an’s back chilled—his opponent had managed a fatal strike while he was fully alert and defensively prepared. Only the powerful expert in Floating Cloud City, the one who ambushed Jiang Xiaoru, could have accomplished this.

Not only were his feet bound, but on closer inspection, his hands were tightly tied as well.