Volume One, Chapter 46: It’s Nothing More Than a Dog!

After Zhang Fangping left, Ji Yunshuo fell into a deep, unconscious sleep. When she opened her eyes again, night had already fallen.

Staring at the pitch-black sky outside the window, she could still hear the echoes of Zhang Fangping's reprimands in her ears, along with the sizzling, smoking sound of sulfuric acid.

In another private dining room of the restaurant, though located in the opposite direction from the one where they had just eaten, Guo Tailai, Moratti, and Ronaldo walked inside, led by a man in a black suit.

Rather than calling it a planet, it was more like a moving space fortress, a colossal warship resembling a bright moon.

Great figures are always like this—not having just one side, but two, three, four, five—anyway, simply countless sides.

Thinking of this, Gu Ke glared at Yun Wei with even greater annoyance and resentment. It was a pity that because she lacked any facial expression, her eyes only appeared all the more enormous no matter how one looked at it.

Precisely because of this, when the extraordinary era arrived, the domestic situation within Great Xia remained stable without plunging into social turmoil. The lives of ordinary people continued just as they always had.

Xiang Wentian tapped Gao Fengyun's forehead with his index finger and smiled lightly, "Silly girl! Of course I will marry you and make you my wife, and it will be a proper marriage with all the formal ceremonies." The two of them leaned against each other, whispering sweet words.

He could sense the prying eyes from high above in the sky, aware that quite a few "eyes" were staring right at him.

After all, when she was seducing Fu Tingshen now, she did it with absolute ease, looking thoroughly experienced.

Originally, she had intended to make it up to Fu Tingshen. Although she remained passive this moment, she did not struggle either, letting him do whatever he pleased with her.

Wu Song and Yang Zhi had never crossed paths before, nor did they have any prior grievances, yet Yang Zhi's words clearly indicated that it was because of Wu Song that he had ended up in such a wretched state.

I hurriedly checked my clothes and, finding them still neat and tidy, stepped down from the bed with peace of mind. After taking only two steps, I heard voices coming from outside the bedroom.

A sudden blush crept onto her cheeks, and she guiltily raised her eyes to glance at the person before her.

Wu Song spoke coldly, which actually amused the others. Everyone knew that Li Kui was suffering agonizing torment at that moment; to say nothing of speaking, even breathing was an ordeal for him.

He had been perfectly fine just yesterday, so how could he end up fighting someone and injuring himself all over again in the blink of an eye?

A wave of deep emotion washed over Wu Song. Though she was unwell and pining for him so much that she couldn't even eat, such a tender and devoted wife was someone he would surely cherish deeply in the days to come.

I suddenly recalled the tall figure that had abruptly shielded me right before I lost consciousness. His wrists were bound behind his back, and his gaze held a mixture of terror and worry. Yet, unable to use his arms to block the chair smashing down toward his face, he resolutely used his head and body instead.

"Isn't his physical defense a bit too ridiculously high?" Jia Zhengjin muttered in astonishment. Even tier-two or tier-three magical beasts weren't this tough, were they? Could this be an even higher-level magical beast? That's impossible! If it were a higher-level beast, how could it only spew strange black mist instead of instantly obliterating him with a more powerful magic attack?

What does it feel like to choke on liquor? If hell truly existed in this world, choking on liquor would feel just like descending into it once. Choking on liquor won't kill you, but it leaves you with that excruciating sensation where death would be a mercy, yet survival is impossible.

The well-trained army of the Liang State had already secured the city, and a detachment of soldiers isolated the commoners around the execution ground.

Zhao Qiankun smiled, rubbed the back of his head, and accepted the money I gave him. Yu Dan was heading home, Zhao Qiankun was returning to Mount Mao, and once again I was left entirely alone, spending the remainder of the New Year guarding this shop by myself.

It would have been better had Qianling not said that, but hearing those words only made Qianmo feel even more aggrieved. In the past, his sister rarely scolded him, even though she also rarely spent time with him.