Chapter 43 (Part 1)

Qin Yan finally set his mind at ease, shifting his gaze in one direction with a trace of puzzlement on his face. An elderly man wearing a tall hat was calmly looking at him there. The members of the Heavenly Academy looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, yet they had no choice but to bow in salute.

Watching Fu Zhuoliu walk away, the feeling of being abandoned rushed back into Fu Jiusheng's heart. She looked at their retreating figures, struggling to suppress the urge to chase after them.

Qin Yan had gone there. He walked to the White Ridge River, and relying on the black and white token that had suddenly appeared in his hand when he left, no one dared to block his path. Following his memories, he pushed open that door.

Helan Yanxi looked here and there, and discovered a lavishly decorated apparel shop. The shopkeeper, seeing that Helan Yanxi and Xiang'er were dressed in luxurious brocade robes, did not dare to be negligent, and accompanied them with nods and bows.

Those three black long swords, shot from different angles, almost simultaneously converged on the exact same point. The three black long swords collided in mid-air, producing a crisp, metallic crashing sound.

In such give-and-take interactions, both sides were constantly searching for a breakthrough, hoping to find the opponent's weak spot.

Believing that quietness must be maintained inside the hospital room, how could they possibly allow them to run amok here?

Because Tian Ge had inquired in advance, she brought up how Zhou Xiaoxiao had deliberately sought him out at the company. Hearing this, Zhou Xiaoxiao's psychological defense instantly collapsed, and she burst into tears like a gushing fountain. The breakup came with a ruthlessness she never expected, and his warm words seemed to still echo in her mind.

Helan Yanxi could sense that Situ Mofan would no longer let Ye Zhanli go this time. The killing intent emanating from him made even Helan Yanxi feel terrified.

Ever since then, the two began to meet frequently. They strolled together through bustling alleys and busy streets, tasting all kinds of delicacies; they walked side by side along the tranquil shores of the park's lake, admiring the beautiful scenery. Their laughter and conversations intertwined, becoming the most wonderful melody in each other's lives.

I gently picked up my phone, my fingertips sliding across the screen, making a faint clicking sound as if tapping on the pulse of time. I took a deep breath and dialed that familiar number, the sound echoing in the silent room like a pebble dropped onto a tranquil lake, stirring up ripples layer upon layer.

He had known such a thing would happen; after all, he was transporting provisions and grain, and if these defeated soldiers had any ideas at all, they would likely target them.

Yet the moment they thought about obtaining the qualification to settle into the Century Trading Mall, their eyes dimmed once more.

She should like him, care about him, and mind him, but as for him, he could possess her and toy with her, yet remain entirely free of responsibility.

Anyway, relying solely on Shang Qingyun's shaky camera work would certainly have been impossible; fortunately, the production team had more than one camera.

Appearances always had to be kept up. When traveling through the pugilistic world, it was inconvenient to reveal one's true identity, but one still needed to adopt a fake name so people knew how to address you.

Chen Xi raised her eyes in astonishment, not expecting Zhou Yanzhou to actually know this drama, as she had assumed he paid no attention to such things.

"Zhiwei, what were you thinking at the time? How did you ever think of jumping out the window?" Xu Yihuan asked, seemingly oblivious, eager to know more details.

Later on, the drinking took place in a karaoke room. It had to be said that although Wang Xuehong was very obnoxious, she could sing quite well and had a strong grasp of rhythm.

Over at White Stone Star, the Federal Parliament was at the center of a storm of public opinion. Although the Parliament stated emphatically that there had never been any such body-swapping or impersonation of newly elected councilors, none of the key figures in the video had made an appearance. Councilor Melrod had been mysteriously teleported to some unknown star system by the Dream Realm Corporation and had lost all contact long ago.

Hearing Chen Ye's words, Jiang Shan could not help but be slightly startled. The other party's conversational style was remarkably similar to that of the legendary gunman from the Hunter Family, which led him to silently wonder if he too might be a member of the Hunter Family.

Yet Du Yuanming still considered her attire too "flashy," and because the dress was sleeveless, the prepared armbands could not be fastened on properly, so he told her to go change her clothes.

"Thanks, Brother Zhuo! I only have two hundred left in my pocket right now! Let me pay you a deposit first, and I will definitely give you the rest tomorrow! Deal?" Regardless of what methods Wang Zhuo had used to fool Tang Dong and the others, it was an indisputable fact that he had helped me. I could not default on it, nor did I dare to.

"Sun, I just want to know! Will my brothers be in danger?" My eyes remained fixed on the car's built-in television screen at the base of the steering wheel, while I asked the person beside me.

Feng Ye now wielded only a single-handed sword. As he continuously shifted his position, he kept drawing irregular trajectories through the air. His gaze, however, remained extremely calm, as if the sword were merely a sword and the man merely a man, completely unrelated to each other.

"I definitely won't mess around!" Brother Hua, whether from the pain or out of sheer terror, had beads of sweat the size of soybeans covering his entire head, and his whole body shook uncontrollably like a sieve.

"It's Uncle and Auntie." Wan Qing corrected him with an amused smile, noticing the car start moving, and glanced at the silent Mu Tianyang. Tsk, surely he wasn't still holding a grudge, was he? How truly helpless.

Upon returning to school, Guan Haoran went to the dormitory to help set up the computer. Only Liu Yiyi was in the room, and Guan Haoran froze abruptly upon seeing her.

Such a figure was someone even his master, Master Taiyang, would give a wide berth to, so naturally, he avoided him whenever possible.

However, that person had merely appeared in Luoshan for a brief moment. Later, when Dasui was abducted and taken to Xinyang, that person no longer accompanied them. After fake Kuifu and Dasui parted ways with that person at the Xinyang railway station, they boarded a train heading north. As for the whereabouts of that person at that time, Dasui had no way of knowing.

A few minutes later, Stanley instantly appeared in front of Hu Feng's building, strode into the elevator, and arrived at Hu Feng's private penthouse floor.

Murong An seemed to feel a trace of regret. If he hadn't asked that question, perhaps he could have continued deceiving himself.

I gave a cold laugh, and finding that the Yin-Yang sphere in my hand had condensed to the size of a soccer ball and could no longer be controlled, I hurled it toward Daoist Qingxuan.

This sudden development caught Wang Jinquan off guard. Of all places in this hospital, the fourth floor was the one he feared most, and Room 401 was the one he dreaded entering above all. Yet this time, the elevator happened to stop precisely on this floor.

Grandfather was my only living relative in this world; if even he began to loathe and resent me, what meaning would there be in my living in this world?

"Courting death!" This Void-Breaking expert made his move, a powerful force sweeping outward. Because of Yang Ting's actions, he perceived it as contempt, and thus unleashed his full strength.

I felt a trace of envy in Wang Zheng's tone. I had no idea what he was envious of; I was merely a doctor and had no desire to become an official. No matter how high-ranking Director Xu might be, it had nothing to do with me.

I also kept my head lowered, feeling somewhat guilty, and remained silent for a long time. However, the elderly proprietorship of the steamed bun shop seemed to mistake my silence for inner grief, and felt all the more sympathetic toward me.