Volume 1, Chapter 24: Lu Jingchen Has Truly Arrived

The girls in the mountains are all skilled hunters; once they set their sights on prey, they never hesitate. It is the same when they pursue love—there is no dawdling or playing hard to get. Those slightly more sentimental might exchange folk songs, and if the match is right, they simply pounce.

Zheng Yu took it into his hands and glanced over it. His heart stirred slightly, though he said nothing. After memorizing the contents, he continued walking inward.

His younger sister, Wang Xiuyun, had large eyes, which looked even more prominent due to the thinness of her face from illness. As she listened to her brother, she held the guitar he had bought on credit from Fatty Dian—which he still hadn't paid for—and plucked at the strings from time to time.

The reason why such a mundane and ordinary name evolved into the prestigious "Dragon-Locking Mountain" was due to one of its peaks. In the early Ming Dynasty, a great flood dragon appeared here, causing massive flooding. The Imperial Preceptor, Liu Bowen, wielded his sword to subdue the demon, and the ridge was thereafter named "Dragon-Locking Ridge." Over time, through corruption of the name, it became Dragon-Locking Mountain.

Hearing Gao Jian's words, Zhou Junkai's face flushed red and then paled. He looked like he dared to be angry but dared not speak, yet in the end, he said nothing. He hung his head, preparing to leave, but was suddenly grabbed by Zheng Yu.

The room was neatly and cleanly arranged, yet there wasn't a living soul to be found. Just then, a yellow shadow darted out from the room and ran outside.

Of course, Jiang Xia still kept the secret that his optical computer could absorb and merge with the optical computers of others.

Rhode nodded slightly, and the technical officer at the console began operating the controls, replaying some of the footage.

Given the current relationship between Li Jundong and Zhou Weimin, if Li had asked to treat Meng Ruoyun and the others to a meal, Zhou definitely would not have accepted payment. Besides, Li Jundong hadn't intended to eat there anyway.

Christine is a doctor and has some research in medicine; in fact, her medical skills are no less than those of Doctor Stephen Strange.

Yan Yu couldn't quite grasp his shifting moods. He had been fine before getting out of the car, then angry after pinning up her hair, and now, he seemed fine again?

Even if I don't have a past of my own, I can't expect a man like Yu Minghui to have a completely clean history, can I?

Xiang Ye climbed along the edge toward the floor below, where two bell-ringers were straining to pull the ropes to toll the great bell. Below them stood a crowd of exorcists; it seemed they were there for Richie's funeral prayers.

Su Yinzheng finally steadied his anxious heart. With the old man involved, things were nine times out of ten likely to succeed. He had originally intended to stay for a meal with the old man, but his mind was on Qiao Song. He immediately made an excuse about business at the company and left the old estate.

Yan Yu raised her eyes to look. The man was around thirty, with a dark complexion and rugged, well-defined features. His eyes were large and deep-set, with heavy brow ridges. He didn't look like someone from the Central Plains.

"I didn't pay attention. So many people come and go from the hotel every day that we don't take note of them. Besides, some special guests move in and out stealthily, and it's not our place to keep track," the waiter replied.

However, Xiang Ye realized that the mouse must have swum through fresh water before emerging from the rock crevice just now. This meant that if he crossed the lake ahead, he would likely find solid ground.

"I see that Your Majesty's ministers are very fond of these dancing girls. Why not bestow them upon your officials? It would be a joy shared between sovereign and subject!" Mu Qingqing's voice was soft as water, enough to melt a person's bones.

When Luo Xun heard his words, she was about to lash out, but I stopped her. I smiled and got straight into the car.

The building had sixty-eight floors, which seemed like a lot. But the Beauty Group had numerous subsidiaries—Beauty Cosmetics, Beauty Wines, Beauty Pharmaceuticals, Beauty Real Estate, Beauty Packaging Design, and so on. When all these subsidiaries were gathered together, it really wasn't that many.

Under the strain of a collapsing consciousness, he still clung to his principles and his hidden methods. Had he not summoned the Mirage at the end, Sikong Haoran might have been killed by his own obsession. If that had happened, it would have been the most absurd joke in the history of the Sword Sect and the Transverse Continent.

Had she finally decided to resort to underhanded tactics? Hah! Did she really think her intentions were hidden from him?

"So ruthless!" Sikong Haoran muttered to himself. He stepped quickly, his sword moving to block the blade of light, but the old man's sword seemed to sense his trajectory and suddenly changed direction, grazing past the hem of his robe.

"It's all your fault! There were so many delicious things in the restaurant, and you ordered everything on the menu. Since you ordered so much, I couldn't lose face, so I had to eat until I was bursting."

In the darkness, the two walked step by step until they discovered a massive pool of water.

Ji Yulin pulled Lei Qianjun up. The two shared a smile and began to clean up and prepare for sleep.

Just as the black-clad youth was about to close the window, a figure caught his attention. It was the youth in the light-gray outfit he had met at the plaza earlier today. He hadn't expected that a casual glance out the window would lead to another encounter. As he watched him quietly, his curiosity grew even more intense.

Lou Tianhua wasn't actually that ill. After lying home for a day and taking some medicine, he woke up full of vigor again.

Many people might not understand why authors care so much about recommendations and performance. That’s a redundant question... even in a regular job, wouldn't you care about your performance and want a promotion?

"Ruoshui, did I do something that particularly disgusted you?" Hao Zhou's voice carried a hint of hesitation.

When Helian Fengqing used the Zhuxiao, he knew it was already too late. Even if he brought Yue Yi back now, it would be of no use.

Lu Mo and Chi Bai had not rested at all; they were already at the physical limit of what they could endure.

Zhang Zijian’s words were high-sounding, making it seem as though Zhao Qiqi had no regard for the common people, while he was the only virtuous doctor with a heart for the world.