Volume One Chapter 57: He Is the Least Willing to Talk About Women

After a minute of stalemate, Su Li finally responded.

“Mm.”

Only then did Mo Xingyuan open the car door. Su Li got out, and Mo Xingyuan watched her back. It was only after she entered the company that he drove away.

Yang Xuan struck out, his thick right hand catching the blade directly. A surge of force rippled out—bang, bang, bang—the deck undulated like waves, and everyone on it was thrown into the water.

Looking at Lingmeng, frozen and motionless within the seal, Lin Xiu let out a soft sigh. Then, with sinful hands, he began unfastening her clothes, unwinding the bandages around her chest, layer by layer.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Zhou Yunmei said, her eyes fixed on Xu He, suspicion flickering within them as if she doubted Xu He’s intentions.

But I didn’t mind. What’s done is done. If my parents want to come, I’m not afraid. I’ve grown up, after all—everyone has their own thoughts. Maybe I was impulsive, but I don’t regret it.

The Princess of Wu glanced at the Prince, clearly unwilling to let her husband take on such a thankless task.

He only hoped that Ranran and Xiuchen would never be entangled again, that they could live out their days in happiness—for who could say if there would be another life after this one?

To Zhang Jin’s spur-of-the-moment decisions, Chen Shaohua was already accustomed, though Ding Xiaowei still found it hard to adjust. Still, having once managed Taiwan’s Jinlong Records, she had some grasp of the business.

Everyone felt their scalps tingle uncontrollably—two quasi-Emperors had made their move, yet they still couldn’t stop Ling Han?

Even Zhang Jin, there to watch the drama, was dumbfounded. So, it wasn’t just envy or rivalry aimed at him—there was a melodramatic corporate intrigue at play as well.

That girl, seeing Zhang Jin burying himself in scriptwriting for days on end, found it dull and had gone home three days earlier.

The people of the Imperial Palace were in a panic, their formation thrown into chaos. Many, disregarding everything, turned and fled.

The two attacks collided, instantly sending shockwaves in all directions.

The person in his arms was vibrant and warm, no longer cold and limp as before, suffocatingly lifeless.

“Enough discussion, there’s not much time—they’re already coming,” Chu Yunxiao suddenly pointed to a spot not far behind them.

It wasn’t that they looked down on country folk—rather, someone had set their sights on their son. Well, so be it. After all, their son belonged to them.

The people of the Hu Kingdom wore sour expressions. This disaster was indeed their doing; their provocation had brought the Yun Kingdom’s army down on them, ending in utter defeat. It was only what they deserved.

After settling things with Hela, Liu Tian sat in the restaurant, waiting for the arrival of the Four Heroes of the Celestial Palace.

In Journey to the West, the Buddhist faction was weaker than the Daoist, yet Tathagata still dared to openly spread the scriptures eastward, encroaching on Daoist territory. In a sense, Tathagata was already strong enough to stand up to the Supreme Lord, and the balance of power between Buddhism and Daoism had begun to take shape.

“There are too many suspicious points in this,” Rong Mie said, “and we absolutely cannot let anything go wrong. Otherwise, the boss will never let us off!”

Shan Zhu began to suspect—could Deputy Director Zhang really be Gao Mi, and if so, whom had he told?

Of course, that was just Shan Zhu’s regular strength. Last time, when Liu Meimei was pinned under a patrol car, Shan Zhu had drawn upon a strength that could move mountains, lifting the car with his bare hands. Ever since he began cultivating, his physical power had quietly increased.

Li Muyuan clapped his hands, hesitated a moment at the street corner, then boarded a bus.