Volume 1, Chapter 20: Cannot Do Without Fufu

Jiang Yinglou’s expression was filled with intense malice as she spoke these words, making it crystal clear to Gu Hengxiu that his career and future were utterly ruined.

Can you believe a twenty-year-old girl could still have a face full of rosy, youthful baby fat? It wasn’t just weight; it was genuine baby fat. Yet, the girl’s figure was incredibly provocative—slender where she should be, and remarkably curvaceous everywhere else.

Shen Bo told Cha Bai about this as well. By that time, she was already extremely frail and didn’t react much upon hearing it. Given her condition, whether Zhang Dahai lived or died no longer held much significance for her.

The office was very quiet at that moment. Fearing I would disturb the others, I quickly grabbed my phone and stepped out into the hallway to take the call.

My master, Elder Yao, had suffered betrayals in his youth, so he was quite adept at probing the human heart.

"Meng Shuwei, how do you have the nerve to ask me for money? Do you think I owe you something?" I was so incensed that I didn't even leave the office before shouting at her.

Young Master Xieyue, watching this scene from the side, was clearly indignant and could not help but speak out.

He then stared at Li You with a playful, mocking gaze, his eyes brimming with murderous intent. Even if Li You were a high-stage Embryonic Breathing cultivator like himself, he was confident he could slay Li You on the spot.

The purpose was to keep them from hearing the next piece of bad news, so as not to add to their grief unnecessarily.

It turned out that because there were no open-air stands, the venue consisted entirely of enclosed private boxes. Behind the one-way crystal glass, which allowed for a view of the scene but remained opaque from the outside, sat the VIP spectators of significant influence.

With this sentence, Lin Kun used a double entendre regarding "she," referring both to the maid and her mistress, Liang Meiwan.

Li Yanyan and Gu Chang exchanged a glance, shared a look of mutual contempt, and then followed inside.

After all, this man was the head of the Wang clan of Moyang; he would not be careless regarding national righteousness. If Tong Ying were truly a spy for the Japanese pirates, Wang Ba’s cautious actions would be justified.

Kou Yunhai suddenly spoke in a loud voice. The moment the words left his lips, Elder Di’s expression shifted dramatically. It was far too late for him to intervene, as Kou Yunhai’s voice rang out across the entire city of Jingzhou.

Upon hearing Wu Yong’s praise, Zhong Sixin felt as though she had tasted honey, a sweetness spreading from her head to her toes. She puffed out her impressive 36D chest, saluted Wu Yong, and walked out.

He then descended from the clouds directly toward the ground, his sword light brimming with power. It slammed into the earth with a thunderous roar, the immense force sending dirt, wood, and stones flying, causing the ground to tremble and the mountains to sway.

Those around Qin Yining tried their best to protect her, but they were pushed so hard they could barely stand.

Zhang Xiehou did not leave immediately; he wanted to wait and see if any business would come his way. If not, he planned to go to Tianlan Village to visit Chen Xiaowei’s family.

Generally, only a Great Overlord who has surpassed the Perfection stage is qualified to recruit a powerhouse who is a Perfection-stage Overlord. As it happened, Agutaiji was just such a Great Overlord.

"I understand what Yunshan means. In fact, when she kicked me just now, it was to prompt me to fulfill my promise," Yang Dong replied, finally pulling Yingzi into an embrace.

Seeing him like this, Daoist Wang’s brow twitched, but he did not interrupt, letting Feng Yuxiu explain the reasons behind it all.

Climate issues are a major, complex matter. They cannot be created overnight, and they certainly cannot be resolved in three or five years.

I then changed into athletic shorts, a tank top, and sneakers, strolled into the gym, and walked up behind Tan Jiaying, who was stretching, wrapping my arms around her sweat-slicked waist.

"The bet will naturally be honored. We admit that we misunderstood Mr. Lin Bin; he is not the culprit who stole the Flower of God. For this, we express our sincere apologies."

This is the charm of the Soul of Love—even a glance cast unintentionally can have such a profound impact on others.

"For where you are now, this is already quite impressive," Elder Meng’s voice echoed beside Song Chen.

Qi Yu watched as figures clad in black swept across the sky, continuously casting spells. Civilians were subjected to indiscriminate bombardment, houses were struck and shattered, and some who were not cultivators were reduced to ashes before they could even scream.

She did not know if the mixed emotions in her heart were worry—it seemed they were, yet perhaps they were not.

Upon entering the police station, Qi Yu saw many familiar faces from Ye Sihan’s team and greeted them one by one.

Aside from the commoners killed by Hong Daguang, He Qishan had never once used his authority to execute an innocent person from beginning to end.

Yu Jin stood on the road, his soldiers spreading out to the flanks in a fan shape, quietly awaiting Yuan Tan’s arrival.

Jia Xu, Shi A, and Liu Hu arrived at Ziwu Valley, where someone was there to meet them. The three of them had been watching Sima Hui from the sidelines for quite some time, and as soon as Sima Hui went to find Yi Ji, they quietly followed.

Their master possessed extraordinary supernatural powers and could even bring the dead back to life; how could he possibly leave this world so easily?

Bai Jianli was a chauvinist; he would never hide behind a woman. So, He Mingxi had to suffer. Although he didn’t want to take his grandfather’s life, he wouldn’t make it easy for him. With one silver needle, He Mingxi was in excruciating pain. He couldn’t fathom why his perfectly healthy body should suddenly suffer such agony.

After a probing attack, Will’s eyes lit up. A spiritual field immediately formed, and the very space seemed to ripple. Wave after wave of spiritual attacks generated within the field, surging toward Mao Youqiu.

It was already past one in the morning. The cold wind continued to blow, and there were very few vehicles on the road. After walking for about seven or eight minutes, I finally hailed a taxi and told the driver to head straight to Rose Bar—the bar where Cui Leifeng worked.

"The imperial physician just arrived and hasn't even made a diagnosis yet..." Yiyun had already lost her composure, her voice beginning to tremble with tears.