Volume 1, Chapter 153: I'm Coming Back Today

"That's right," Lu Jing scoffed. "Being busy with work is no excuse. I don't believe he doesn't even have time to eat or go to the restroom. What harm would it do to spare a moment to send you a text or make a call?"

"Because when there is no love, there is no time," Su Li said calmly. "Doesn't the saying go that if someone truly loves you, even at death's door, they will still find a way to respond to you in time?"

Zheng Yun naturally understood his way of thinking; it was just that people often fail to cherish things they obtain too easily, so it was best to give him the cold shoulder for a while.

This was also the reason why, within Su Xin's clairvoyant perception, more than a dozen people had suddenly appeared in a single instant.

The golden-armored knight suddenly lashed out with two lightning-fast strikes. He wielded the clumsy broadsword with astonishing agility, not only cleaving a golden cross-slash through the air, but also coordinating with four silver-armored guards who flanked from both sides.

He had once been the person most likely to marry A-Jiang. Unfortunately, fate was capricious; an accident occurred, and he became slow-witted, missing his chance at the imperial examinations and dooming himself to a lifetime of mediocrity.

Duan Tianrui felt guilty under the interrogation of his own mother and father, but facing such a situation, he could only put up a bold front.

Knowing full well that Lin Rou was Su Xin's person yet still causing trouble for her—this was no different from slapping Su Xin across the face.

However, as the son of the Superior Deity Qingping, Superior Deity Qingping must have long since prepared the divine spark of advancement for Monarch Mobai.

He pulled out the carrot-shaped toy knife and held it up, channeling a tiny fraction of his inner strength into it. The blade instantly lit up with a brilliant, dazzling glow, illuminating the street like a neon light stick.

There was a passage on each of the four walls, and right in the center sat a huge circular disk, upon which rested a golden key.

Checking house by house and observing with the perspective lens, Zheng Yun found that two of them could be considered good people.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Xu Zhe silently began to cultivate. Having no idea when the guardians would arrive, Xu Zhe was not going to sit around and wait foolishly; he would not waste a single moment. Only through hard work could one become an expert. Lacking supreme innate talent, he could only rely on diligence to make up for it.

"Hey, you few over there, come over here and talk!" One of the young men sat with one foot planted on a chair, adopting an extremely unrefined posture while exuding a ridiculous overbearing aura. He wore his hair very short, seemingly imitating some celebrity, and even had a few letters shaved into the crew cut, though it was impossible to make out what they meant.

Hearing this, Xu Zhe and the others remained silent, their eyes unblinkingly fixed on the green-haired Proto-Warrior and the others. Lin Nanmu did not know what Xu Zhe and his group intended to do, but he trusted his Sister Lin, because Xu Zhe was a person whom Sister Lin trusted implicitly.

Wei Dong suddenly stomped off the ground and lunged at Xu Zhe with the momentum of a swooping hawk. A formidable pressure naturally erupted from him, forcing Xu Zhe to take an involuntary step back.

Late at night, Lin Xifan went off to engage in dual cultivation with Annie once again. Rising early the next morning, he didn't wait for Aunt Zhang to make breakfast, casually finding something to eat in the refrigerator before heading out to exercise.

Right now, the distance between the two opposing forces was only a little over a hundred meters. Curiously, however, neither side erupted into a major conflict; they simply maintained their formation, one following right behind the other as they moved forward.

Even so, she still felt as though a ball of cotton was lodged in her chest—neither going up nor down, simply blocking her airway and making her breathing so restricted and uncomfortable that it felt suffocating.

"Hmph! Don't sit there and offer sarcastic remarks! If I fail to get the Yifeng Group, it won't do you any good either." This fat man was none other than Chen Yi.

By that time, she truly wouldn't know whether to resent her own lack of willpower for failing to resist temptation, or to resent Liu Hao and Esdeath for acting out such a scene right before her eyes.

However, saying anything more at this point would be a waste of breath. As for this matter, others would naturally pursue it relentlessly later on, so it was better to leave this opportunity—one that would make Li Haonan feel disgusted—to the latecomers, such as Xian Zhiming and Anya.