Volume 1, Chapter 38: Provoking Cheng Jinxi

Before Chu Yao had even stepped through the gate of Langyue Residence, she heard Tong Ge’s hoarse, desperate shrieking.

"Let me go! I’m going to kill Cheng Wentong and Cheng Wenyuan! They’re monsters! They’ve ruined me! I’ll kill them!"

"Oh, my dear ancestor, please, stop this. Your wounds haven't healed yet. Just focus on recovering, and you can throw your tantrums later. I’m begging you."

Zhou Liangping was drenched from head to toe. He had no idea what had happened, only feeling as though a fire were raging inside his body.

She felt absolutely nothing for this man anymore; when she looked at him, there wasn't even a flicker of emotion in her heart.

The soldiers carried out the enrollment process for the new students with practiced efficiency. This wasn't their first year handling such duties, and having been through the selection process themselves, they knew all too well that if three or four out of every ten students remained by the end, it would be considered a successful recruitment season.

Within her line of sight, he was still wearing his dark green military uniform, the coat catching a chill in the wind and snow.

"Is there anything you don't understand?" she sighed helplessly. Being with such a perfect boyfriend brought a great deal of pressure.

Mo Youxun set down the items in his hands, grabbed Ye Qingcheng’s left hand without a word, rolled up her sleeve, and began dressing her wounds with the medicated ointment he had brought.

She suddenly understood how hard they worked. Yet, no matter how much her heart ached for him, she couldn't advise him otherwise—and even if she did, he wouldn't necessarily listen.

Having spent so much time in the entertainment industry, Deng Wen had seen countless beauties, but calling Bian Shuirong "unique" was, in truth, the highest praise he could offer.

Since Robin was not yet Luffy's crewmate, Dragon naturally wouldn't offer her any special treatment; the idea that one could simply join or leave as they pleased was, of course, out of the question.

"Xiao Ming!" Seeing Xiao Ming approach, Su Qiangwei, who was standing among a group of young people, waved and called out hurriedly.

Dark Dragon chuckled and said, "I mostly wanted to test your skills, Xiao Ming. It seems they are excellent. Welcome to our Assassin Alliance." Hearing this, Xiao Ming realized that only now did Dark Dragon truly trust him—or rather, half-trusted him.

In truth, I had plenty of ideas long ago, and there were several I was eager to write, but now that I’m a junior in university, time waits for no one.

"Ning'er pays her respects to Father, Mother, and my brothers," Chang Ning said, turning to offer her greetings to the others.

Xiong Qi lunged forward in a blur, snatched up his wide-brimmed hat that had been swatted away, and returned to his original position in a flash, leaving only an afterimage in his wake.

Jin Qing was secretly pleased. Students capable of entering the Imperial Academy would have no trouble with the civil service examinations, yet getting into the academy was no easy feat; many spent their entire lives trying, only to end up failing. She had no grand expectations for Jin Zhi; she didn't demand he climb to great heights, hoping only that he would live a life of peace and happiness.

"Oh, Xiao Xiao is here!" The Second Aunt’s eyes darted left and right as usual, and she welcomed Lin Xiaoxiao inside with a plastered-on smile.

Their eyes met, and a second later, all three burst into hearty laughter, completely shedding their reservations. The laughter lingered for a long time before fading. After the pleasantries, Oka led them to a soft couch, and they began to discuss serious business.

I glanced at the radar; twelve of the fifteen light spots remained. Although the blast from the heavy hammer cannon was loud, it hadn't been a direct hit on the machine, so the damage wasn't particularly severe.

"What? You’re telling me the third-in-command of the Flood Dragon Gang took over a hundred men to pick a fight with some bumpkin, and the guy took them all down?" In a lavishly decorated living room, a middle-aged man listened to his subordinate’s report, his face frozen in shock.

The two of them exchanged a glance and hurried toward the estate; they had to deliver this news to their companions immediately.

Today, he had brought her portrait to confirm it in person. The excitement and joy of their recent reunion were instantly extinguished, replaced by a deathly silence and agony. A bitter, agonizing sensation surged in his heart.