Chapter 28: There Is Only One Yinyin

Lou Yizhou merely held her and kissed her twice, his damp lips trailing down the butterfly-wing-shaped hollows of her back, sending shivers through Song Yin’s entire body.

He stopped abruptly, catching her reaction in the mirror with a wicked, teasing smile.

This wasn't even close to an intimate embrace; he feared things might become difficult to rein in.

He cast a glance at his wristwatch, saw that the time was right, and reluctantly let her go.

Stepping out of the luxury car and entering a...

"A clever rabbit has three burrows," Fang Yu said with a smile. For Emperor Huizong of Song, the Jin soldiers were invaders. He wanted to resist, but he was no match for them, so he helplessly used "offering incense" as a pretext to flee in a hurry with several members of his family.

Primatis ran over to take the tube and opened it; the intelligence inside made his expression grow grim. He slowly handed the information to Richard.

Watching the lethal blade descend, the Kalista player didn't even have time to cry before their last bit of health was ruthlessly stripped away.

Yet, that ancient coin mysteriously vanished the next day, and that bizarre food delivery never appeared again.

Ye Tan knew he had been here for several years, but deep down, he truly couldn't integrate into this place. He was a lethargic soul who preferred to just lie down quietly somewhere and spend his life in peace.

By the end of the meal, Fang Yu leaned in to look; even the soup had been polished off, leaving only a chicken head and a chicken tail.

As the team took the lead, the cheers from the visiting fans instantly overwhelmed the Allianz Arena.

"The line of Guardians?" Shen Yu had never heard this term. What were they guarding? How many years had they been isolated here, and how had they survived for so long? Why was their spoken language identical to that of the outside world? A series of question marks flooded Shen Yu’s mind.

While this may sound unscrupulous, if one thinks about it carefully, there is some logic to it. The righteous sects would surely be grateful, but it would be hard to silence the public outcry. What, then, was to be done?

Come to think of it, Ren Zhuzhu, played by Li Lizhen, was quite stylish. Even in that era, she was already wearing shorts. Fashion truly is a cycle; the trend of shorts and long socks existed so many years ago and has become popular again, looking quite good at that.

Zhou Hao’s body erupted with a tri-colored radiance, like a pillar of light reaching the heavens. A scorching, searing flame capable of incinerating rocks was covered and compressed by a layer of bright, golden-hued yellow, which carried a sense of resilience and weight, like a thin layer of fascia.

However, the explosive nature of his fire-attribute spirit root seemed to affect his mind, and Zhou Hao was equally unwilling to wrong himself or let his spirit be shackled.

Han Sui deceived some barbarian tribes, and the likes of Cheliji resisted, only to be slain by Huang Zhong in three rounds. Realizing there was no hope of turning the tide, Han Sui finally opened the gates and surrendered.

He could not believe it, nor was he willing to, his heart filled with extreme agony. His expression was conflicted, his eyes darted away, and his body trembled slightly; he found it incredibly difficult to accept this scene.

"No, I agree, didn't I say that before?" Zhang Liang was overjoyed, immediately untying Gan Ning himself and taking off his own cloak to drape over him.

Everyone heard Xia Yu’s words clearly, but they all knew that such a thing was impossible to achieve. If a great treasure were to truly appear, a life-and-death struggle would be inevitable. Murdering for treasure was common; who could possess such a prize and not wish to keep it for themselves?

"If I ran into the two of you, I would definitely concede. There is no way I could make it into the top hundred!" Zhuo Long said to Liao Chen and Xia Huailiang.

Jiang Taichao took another step, the void beneath his feet cracking and popping, forming a series of air explosions.

Liao Chen's earlier words had been quite normal, expressing his acceptance of Jin Zigui's goodwill and a desire for reconciliation, which had brought a smile to Jin Zigui's face. But as he heard the latter part of Liao Chen’s statement, that smile gradually froze, as if it had been locked solid on his face.