Volume 1, Chapter 55: The Couple's "Bizarre Debate"

At that exact moment, whether due to Gu Jiangzhou's words or not, Qin Wanyi sneezed fiercely.

Outside the window, the pomegranate blossoms stood tall and upright. Washed by the fine drizzle, they shed a bit of their vulgar brightness, their fragrance softened by the gentle breeze, appearing as pure and elegant as water lilies.

"Yu Yanxiao?" Tu Anmo frowned. She really could not recall the name and only felt a bizarre sense of familiarity. Stopping her motion of applying medicine for Su Huan, Anmo tilted her head and wrung her brain trying to remember.

It was yet another unfamiliar phone number, though different from the previous one. Shi Qing picked up the handset and looked up at the monitoring soldier brought by Old Zhao. Seeing the soldier nod, he answered the call.

Moreover, what was previously similar to spiritual energy now seemed to have transformed, appearing much gentler.

"Unfair, unfair! You are using a divine weapon, and its murderous aura is simply too heavy. My weapon is just an ordinary one, so losing to you is completely natural. If you have the guts, let's compete in hand-to-hand combat." The bearded man had spent many years on the grassland and excelled at wrestling, so he wanted to challenge Chu Yunlong to a wrestling match.

"You know the rules regarding fees, don't you?" The bespectacled man lost the subservience he had shown around Luo Jun. At this moment, he put on the airs of a Manchu prince, wearing a platinum ring set with emeralds while trimming his fingernails.

At 8:00 AM, while Gu Jiangzhou was still fast asleep, someone suddenly called him. It was Chen Mingxuan.

The troop had marched quite a distance, yet Feng Shaojie still turned back from time to time to look toward the Old Ma family estate, wondering how the elder Ma was doing. Thinking of his own father, an ordinary and simple peasant, and wondering how he was faring, Feng Shaojie let silent tears slip down his cheeks.

Lan Qingmu did not answer Mo Yushang directly, offering him instead a look that seemed to say, "Guess." This left Mo Yushang to shrug his shoulders helplessly. Meanwhile, the performances on stage were drawing to a close, and it would soon be the turn of Lu Haochen and Lan Ximo. Right after them would be the musical duet by Qingmu and Mo Yushang.

Li Ping'an had by now adapted to Wang Yun's pace. Since she insisted on mutual sabotage, he certainly could not indulge her temperament, otherwise, there would undoubtedly be endless trouble in the future.

Enemy cavalry swarmed closer. Zhang Song was positioned on the lower terrain of the riverbank; even with a few of his guards still mounted on horses, he could not see the situation of the battle unfolding along the post road and the northern slope.

"It seems you have chosen to experience the effects of our special drug firsthand, then I shall grant your wish." As the police officer spoke, he walked over and, despite Mu Yuntian's struggles, injected the liquid into his veins.

Just as everyone was wondering what Luo Chen intended to do, they saw the jade flute in his hand emit tiny specks of light, which covered Chao Gongcuo's wound and the severed arm lying on the ground.

With time running out until evening, they had come to him for mercy instead of figuring out how to solve the problem, which left him burning with irritation.

With that, he got up and walked toward Qingmu. Qingmu nodded, and the two of them drove off toward the hotel.

amid the buzzing murmurs of discussion, the auctioneer realized he had successfully captured everyone's attention and began to introduce the item with eloquent fluency.

Point by point, neither side would yield, clinging tightly to one another as the score crept closer to match point. The atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly tense, and everyone's heart leaped into their throats.

With a series of crisp, cracking sounds, a massive icicle over ten meters long condensed instantly upon his right arm. Under the sunlight, the crystal-clear icicle exuded a biting chill that made everyone present shudder involuntarily.

Upon arriving here, Wang Zhaohui parked his car in a parking lot. Stepping out, he hailed a taxi. In any city, the people who command the most diverse and chaotic information are taxi drivers, and the places where such information circulates most widely are invariably the gambling dens frequented by all sorts of shady characters.

The two women had just caught the purse snatcher and rushed back wanting to sincerely apologize to Lin Yuming so he wouldn't lodge a complaint against them. Seeing this scene, they realized it wasn't even necessary anymore. How could they not be happy?

Along the way, they occasionally encountered grazing Hu herdsmen, who all respectfully and warmly greeted Yuan Guang with a familiar and close attitude. Yuan Guang had a humorous disposition; although he was the son of a tribal chieftain, he usually lacked any airs and could easily blend in with the Hu herdsmen of his tribe.

Zhu Zhihan immediately opened his eyes and sat up. A pair of tear-filled, watery eyes appeared right before him. But the moment those tearful eyes met Zhu Zhihan's gaze, they instantly ignited with the flames of hatred.

A portion of the people continued the pursuit, while the rest escorted Qiu Mo home. Along the way, Qiu Mo sat in the car in absolute silence. She wasn't terrified by Sheng Linwei's words, but her mood was undeniably affected to some extent. Mostly, she just found the whole situation rather repulsive.

This was bad. If this gossip really spread out from the design department and through the entire company, the status quo in their design department would likely undergo a drastic upheaval.

Before Long He could issue a warning, the two cultivators directly deployed their swords and blades, launching an attack toward Ye Qin.

These audio recordings had only been translated into five pages. To put it mildly, the content was neither too much nor too little. Due to various constraints, it was a literal translation, leaving much room for debate regarding the nuances of the meaning.

Huyue Le detailed Guo Daoqing's opinions and consulted Qu Shuang, Cao Fei, Chen Bucai, and others for their views.

Willow branches surged over like an overwhelming tide, dense and inescapable, leaving no room or time to dodge.

Only when he was utterly helpless did he realize that he, too, could panic, lose his composure, and feel completely ungrounded.

After leaving the restaurant, Qin Mengxue glanced at An Qinghui's sports car, then turned her gaze toward Gu Xichen.

"Your Majesty, we did not come here merely to eat. If Your Majesty has any commands, just speak them. As long as it is within our power, we will surely fulfill them!" Feng Hu said with a smile.

Dishu clutched her pillow, crying herself to sleep. When she woke up, it was a little past 8:00 AM the next morning. The warm, bright sunlight streamed through the gaps in the heavy curtains, spilling onto her face with a cozy warmth.