Volume 1, Chapter 22: Qiaoqiao, you must be obedient and not run around.

"Let's set out together; I can look out for you along the way."

Fu Juechuan gazed at the porcelain-white fingers, which were significantly smaller than his own, entwined with his. A faint flush crept into his dark, deep eyes.

"I won't let you go, but if you follow secretly, it will be even more dangerous, so I agree." Fu Juechuan felt his throat go dry. Looking at her smiling face, he added, "But Qiaoqiao, you must listen to me and not run about."

"Don't worry, I know how to protect my own life. I'll just stick with you."

"Then... fine, I agree."

As soon as Ye Qiaoqiao saw that he had agreed, she danced with joy, unconsciously letting go of his hand and beginning to...

"Alright, all departments ready. Any issues with the camera? Any issues with the lighting? Clear the set of unauthorized personnel. We are ready to film." Sitting in the director's chair, Chen Jiashang issued his orders.

If it weren't for the need to rush his cultivation, he would never have entrusted the driving to someone as directionally challenged as Li Sanqi.

Consequently, many priests, high priests, and even bishop-level clergy in the church might not have the highest levels of faith within their organization. After all, busy with managing the church and finding ways to develop followers, they had little time left for prayer to the gods.

"The Hand of Death." Shang Jingtian first focused on Bai Yu, then followed her gaze to the dagger in her hand, and could not help but exclaim.

"I'll have to trouble Uncle Dong a lot in the coming days. I've never done action scenes before; I hope to learn more through training so that I won't be a mess when filming starts," Zhou Bai said with a smile.

Some yearn for peace, others for power and wealth. People are always different; just like Ni Qiao asking Chen Jingcang to help her curse the Xiongnu King and Chen Zidong for being bastards—it seems she knew something, and her words stemmed from a deep disdain for those senseless wars.

After these words were spoken, the man actually shed old tears! His expression was filled with sorrow and bitterness.

Seeing that Ye Kai dared to speak insolently despite being at a disadvantage, Lu Dazhi grew annoyed. He slammed his Subduing Demon Staff into the ground, instantly unleashing a massive shockwave that sent Ye Kai staggering back seven or eight meters.

If one were to cultivate rashly without finding the subsequent portions of a technique, it would be difficult to avoid the fate of exhausting one's lifespan and dying of old age in this world.

"No need. I'm not an animal in a zoo; I don't need to be stared at." She rolled her eyes and continued eating.

Pulling back her foot, which was shod in a red high-heeled shoe, Zhang Mengmeng cast an approving glance at Lin Feng before speaking with a fierce tone.

Uncle Wen never belittled himself, but when facing a ruthless person like Shangguan Chenlu, he could only consciously relegate himself to the category of being insignificant—perhaps even that was an overestimation.

In the class assignment this time, Song Wan was placed in Class 2-8. She wasn't assigned with Ren Yi, and strictly speaking, they were separated by a window, as far apart as the ends of the earth, leading to a shared feeling of melancholy.

Secondly, it had long been said that Hank came from the Vatican, home to the world's top assassins. For assassins or bodyguards, possessing a physique of strong, visible muscle was naturally beyond question.

After a round of healing, Luo Wanyin's face turned pale. She couldn't help but sigh that while life in the ancient era was safe and comfortable, it would be perfect if there were crystal cores like those in the apocalypse to replenish her abilities.

She didn't need to do anything at all; merely by running the mental cultivation method of the Immortal Ascension Art, a vast amount of spiritual energy surged in continuously, rushing in like a breached dam.

Although it looked extremely simple, it was exceptionally difficult to execute. These glowing sparks transformed from heavenly fire, though now ownerless, had already fused with her flesh, blood, and bones.

After saying this, Jifeng ran toward the club. Since he was essentially filling in for someone else today, he would still be paid, so there was no reason not to go. Besides, Jifeng was a newcomer to the club, and if he wanted a foothold there, he naturally had to be diligent and show initiative.

"Yes, that is part of the reason, but there are many others. The biggest reason is their own inner desires!" L said.

If time hadn't been so tight, Luo Wanyin would have liked to chat with him to probe his identity and background. His clarity and calm suggested he was truly a gentleman; if he were unmarried, she might have tried to set him up with Xi'er.

Yet, for some people, even after knowing each other for only a few days, the impulsive feeling is like a mountain-toppling tide, impossible to hold back.

Tang Yu burst out the door, feeling miserable staying there a moment longer. He had originally wanted to confront Lin Mumu and make her hand over the person who posted the message, but he hadn't expected to hear such a story.

Everyone present was intelligent, so as soon as Sikong Yan finished speaking, they all found excuses to take their leave. As for the family banquet, it naturally ended on a sour note.

Beside him, Luo Feiqing watched this man drag all other men into the mud just to brainwash Yun Feimo, and was left speechless. Not knowing what to say, he silently stepped away to avoid becoming a target of public enmity and being implicated innocently.

"Are you here just to accuse me?" Tan Mu set his teacup on the dining table. His deep, dark eyes held no expression, and his gaze was indifferent.

Yun Yuanfeng was stunned. Looking at the shards of the vase on the coffee table, he felt a bucket of ice water douse him completely just seconds after he had been happy.

Therefore, their actions were all directed at the head of the Mu family, not at his identity as a young marshal of the military state.

"Since you want to divorce me, why do you still treat me so cruelly? What exactly do you want?" Her tears fell like a collapsed dam, with a momentum that threatened to wash away the very riverbed.

Every time she heard her mother mock her aunt with such contemptuous words, she felt her mother’s intelligence was simply lacking.

She was terrified. When gazing into the boundless darkness, she was always afraid that something horrific would rush out, or that a gaping, blood-red maw would emerge to swallow her whole.

Ye Fan swung his golden longsword, instantly obliterating one of the Supreme Elders of the Ji family, cleaving him in two.

"Target destroyed. The opponent no longer has mobile units." A diagnostic report came from the spaceship. Yuge nodded and continued browsing the interstellar news displayed on the ship's monitor.

Poison Dragon stood in the bathroom smoking, quietly observing the actions of Ye Ziqing and the others.

"Damn it! I knew the Wei family were no good. It’s obvious they’re forcing them to marry." Lei Jingang was filled with righteous indignation. Many in the hall shared his anger but dared not speak out; after all, given the power of the Wei family, no one dared to offend them.