Volume One, Chapter 63 Shen Ruzhi, you want me to apologize to you? In your dreams!
“Huh? Zhizhi, what did you say?” Xu Hong was momentarily confused.
She absolutely refused to believe Zhizhi was that kind of person; there must be some reason behind this.
Brother Nan was so engrossed in playing that he’d lost all sense of his surroundings. He hadn’t even noticed all of us were right beside him, while we just stood there watching without saying a word.
“Alright then. Get back to work,” Qiu Yan said, giving Caiyue a deep look before heading into his office.
Physician Qu knew that Qi Miao was already by Bai Xiyun’s side, so his own presence was just a formality. After a brief chat, he took his leave.
“Yujia’s abilities came from me, you know. Why aren’t you praising me?” I glanced at her with a smile.
For some reason, Zhao Xu’s words sounded a little odd to me, but I no longer cared about that. Right now, it felt as if a fire was burning in my chest.
But the moment her knees touched the ground, Qi Miao suddenly sensed her soul being drawn out of her body, drop by drop. A sharp pain stabbed through her head, and her breath filled with an overwhelming fragrance of flowers and herbs. It was as if the scent that had entered her body from that box was now seeping out, yearning to be released all at once.
Damn it, why is she calling me about this? Shouldn’t she be calling Brother Nan? Seriously, what a mess.
General Qi, seeing Bai Xiyun bow his head after those words, assumed he was troubled and saddened by the matter. He couldn’t help but feel a bit moved.
A glimmer of greed flashed in the eyes of those from the Dusk Society. They had seen the Windrider Sword wielded by Tomato—it was certainly a masterpiece among third-tier weapons! It had clashed with another third-tier weapon for so long, yet while the other weapon was ruined, my Windrider Sword remained unscathed.
The hovercar stopped at the edge of the Golia Forest. We got out, and Evimo stowed the vehicle away.
By rights, this should be exactly the time school lets out and everyone returns home. Could it be that Zhenxing slipped out to play again?
Cai Qian tore off the mud seal and, ignoring the exquisite partridge-feathered cup beside him, gripped the mouth of the jar and drank straight from it.
If one is a craftsman, then saving the day is as urgent as putting out a fire. If not, then one must accept defeat gracefully and let Huang Yan smash the shop as he pleases.
Given that, why should I care about someone who is all bark and no bite? Just deal with him head-on.
A white tiger cub suddenly leaped out from behind Li Yan and, baring its teeth and claws, lunged playfully at the debauched crowd.
This man wasn’t a factory worker at all. The factory had simply hired him and his brothers, issued them each a uniform, and assigned them this task.
This time, he had high hopes for the poetry collection. If its release went well, it would be a boon for both parties.
Gu Du nodded. Zhang Xuan certainly had talent, but his luck was far too poor. For an artist, both skill and luck were indispensable.
But to be fair, Scott’s misfortune was a result of both natural disasters and human error—not entirely the system’s fault.
In the past, whenever he worked on seal carving for too long, he’d feel his strength falter. After finishing each character, he would have to pause and rest for a while.
“How could that be possible?” Shen Luoyin stared in disbelief. That level—it wasn’t a place one could enter just because they wished to.
He didn’t like seeing her unhappy, couldn’t bear to see her looking disappointed. Even a slight furrow in Ruan Qingning’s brow made Lu Ling feel uncomfortable all over. Ruan Qingning’s importance to Lu Ling was already more than obvious.
Chen Tian watched the scene and nodded slightly. Song Tianxiong had a decent character, which was one of the things Chen Tian admired about him.
But she was capable, after all. She distributed the work into different fields, appointed leaders for each, recruited assistants, and brought in several more supervisors.