Volume 1, Chapter 43: Do You Want It?

Jiang Li was quite surprised that her father accepted Lin Xunan almost instantly, but she could also understand it.

A man with his family background and personality was simply charming to people of all ages and genders.

After the meal, Jiang Ansheng brought out the chess set, which hadn't been opened for many years, and invited Lin Xunan to a match. Lin Xunan smiled and accepted.

Qiao Hua shook his head faintly. He had originally intended to make his move a little later, but staying next to this boorish fellow made it impossible for him to find any peace. Seizing the moment when the Black Panther Deacon revealed his true form in rage, Qiao Hua flashed and appeared right in front of Lieshan.

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Pengfei burst out laughing. Everyone was baffled by this sudden laughter, exchanging puzzled and bewildered glances.

Just for a moment, none of them cared anymore about the death of Yang Guangtong, because nobody had the leisure to pay attention to a dead man.

This "some people" naturally referred to Duan Xingyu's uncle. Tang Guo understood clearly, but she kept silent.

That crisp, clear call made the young man in white at the head of the group shudder all over. If not for his strong composure, he probably would have fallen right on his backside. This girl was simply too alluring.

Originally, this wedding portrait should have been hung squarely right above the headboard of Ji Yuanliang and Tian Jingwan's bed. Presumably, because Ji Yuanliang was in a bad mood and found it unpleasing to the eye, he had taken it down and smashed it.

In short, the more everyone thought about it, the more absurd it became. At the same time, due to a misconception and the restriction against speaking, nobody knew that the game rules were so harsh, and they stubbornly insisted that triggering as many mechanisms as possible was better.

It was only limited to swapping the dagger's range. Of course I remembered that, but the moment I saw their panicked expressions, I understood. It turned out that someone over there had truly tested this ability before.

Reasonably speaking, Qin Cang could be considered quite a handsome man. If not for his eccentric personality, difficult temperament, and the constant hidden worries he harbored, he probably would have been a wildly popular heartthrob, right?

Although on the surface they acted as if nothing was wrong, living under the same roof, Yang Qi inevitably sensed that something was amiss.

"I'll take the whole night," Gu Nansheng flicked away his cigarette ash, his face expressionless, as if he were simply buying fruits and vegetables.

Gu Nansheng nearly broke into a curse. An 86-fold increase in the drop rate yielded absolutely nothing—this Flame Demon was simply too poor.

A sweet smile involuntarily blossomed on her face, and the remaining tear tracks on her cheeks were as moving as pear blossoms drenched in rain.

"Zhong Yun" groaned, opened his eyes, and glanced around. He felt as if his head were about to explode, the pain so intense that he started pounding the floor with his fists.

King Yama just had to choose this exact moment to "claim" the seventy-three-year-old mother-in-law of a certain official from the municipal education bureau.

"What is the name of the real estate project? Where is its location? Is it an office building or residential housing?" Luo Mei fired off a series of questions.

If he dressed just like ordinary soldiers, how would others know he was the commander?

The two thuds of bodies hitting the ground were so jarring, and the hall was instantly permeated with a pungent smell of blood. From the pillar to the ceiling, a striking fissure was clearly visible; wherever the sword aura passed, everything was split neatly in two.

Previously, the venomous gu she released were merely eggs of the mother gu; the true mother gu had always been sleeping dormant in Taxia's inventory.

After pondering for a long time, Ma Jianyao concealed his presence and sat quietly atop a tree, slowly replenishing his water and food to conserve his strength and spirit, preparing to take action deep in the night.

"To protect my family, to protect the people I care about, and to keep them from suffering any harm," Xing Luo said with absolute determination.

Department Chief Liu's movements were very unhurried, which must have meant he was well-versed in the art of tea. The older generation was very fond of tea-drinking, and most of them possessed some unique skill in brewing tea—this was what they called tea nurturing the mind. Unlike later generations, where so many people were consumed by restlessness and impatience.