Volume 1, Chapter 134: No Longer Concealable

Fu Yuting had just returned to her office and had barely sat down when her phone began to ring persistently.

She glanced at the caller ID.

Zhou Lin.

A smirk of anticipation curled the corners of her lips. She answered the call in a leisurely manner, preempting the other party before he could even speak, her tone laced with mockery.

Such an exchange would cost Xuanyue almost nothing, and it would also allow them to recruit a large number of players in the process.

Several students from the Paradise Legion rushed forward, kicking the old man who had ambushed Sakya repeatedly. The old man’s head buzzed, leaving him disoriented and crying out in agony, unable to tell north from south.

"Master." Immortal Dandan walked up to Haoqing Tianzong and bowed. Kakarot and the other quasi-saints hadn't come, but Immortal Dandan had. She must have known her master would be there; since her master was attending, there was no reason for her, as a disciple who had received an invitation, to stay away.

On the third day, I put on a brand-new suit. Although I looked a bit haggard from those past few days, I tried my best to adjust myself to my best state. I was going to see Li Chunmei, and I had even decided that no matter what, as long as I could save Bai Ling, I was willing to do anything, let alone this.

Long Ling understood his feelings at that moment, as he had gone through a similar experience himself. Back when Old Chen had repaired his physique, he realized that he would be eternally grateful to him. Long Ling was a man who repaid kindness, and naturally, he kept grudges in mind as well—he was a man of clear-cut love and hate.

"His bloodline seems to hold a certain attraction for me," Xi Xuan said, her face full of astonishment. The Dragon family’s bloodline had already been sealed; how could this Long Ling still possess such power?

After entering the Moonlight Pavilion, Hua Lang found the madam in charge and, after some explanation, began his interrogation.

When Miss Linlin finished speaking, everyone looked puzzled. They didn't really believe what she said, because everyone knew very well that if Miss Mofeng were dead, Miss Linlin would be the most likely candidate to take her place in the competition for the title of top courtesan.

It was a classic case of playing innocent after getting a good deal. "Consider it a favor you owe me?" Only someone like you would dare to haggle with a quest NPC for higher rewards; others wouldn't even dream of it. It was truly Delong's misfortune to have run into Sakya.

Since the thug had laid it all out like that, it would be an insult to Qin Feng's intelligence if he still didn't understand.

Ye Xuan reached out to help him up, and Ji Yu did not refuse. At that very moment, another heart-wrenching roar from Gu Changhuan came from inside. Ji Yu, synchronized with the sound, imagined the scene of Jiang Yu'er giving birth, his hand gripping Ye Xuan's arm so tightly that Ye Xuan had to grit his teeth in pain.

Rong Chen curled his lips nonchalantly, actually picked up the jade bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

On the surface, they were back to normal. Occasionally, Tong Dong would reply with a "goodnight" message, and even if it was just a single word, it was enough to make her heart race.

In truth, Uncle Fu's old pigeon soup was no less delicious than that of a private chef; it was likely just her own lack of appetite.

The man’s long, jade-like fingers held the vegetables down, slicing them one after another with fluid, practiced motions.

He must use the lives of Feng Junyi and his mother to console the spirit of his late mother; this was the vow Feng Junyao had made. After committing so many evils, Feng Junyi could not escape death.

"Senior Brother?" Linglong was stunned. The person outside the window was actually her Senior Brother. Her gaze slid to the side—what was that dark, shadowy thing?

"Alright then, find some time to come over. I'll send you the address." Miao Qianqian, too, seemed to have lost the heart to continue.

Shangguan Qianyu arched her delicate brows, her cold eyes sweeping over him as she cast an angry glare in his direction, her voice deep and unsettling.