Chapter 63: The Abusive Second Male Lead

Seeing his younger sister looking at him with a spoiled and pleading expression, Gu Qingping shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to follow her back into the bustling market.

I hugged his waist and said nothing more. At that moment, I had no idea why I would ask him such a question; his answer was neither satisfying nor unsatisfying, but in short, it left me feeling thoroughly unsettled.

Ye Muyao waved her hand. Having just woken up, her steps were still somewhat unsteady. She put her veiled hat back on again and then, supported by Linglan, stepped down from the carriage.

Su Ziyang's voice was so loud that it drew a crowd around them, and I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide.

Dennis on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief. After exchanging "good nights" with Qian Duoduo, he hung up.

The sound of wheelchair wheels rolling echoed from outside. First, Feng Jiu's guard appeared in Gu Wangwan's line of sight, and then, Feng Jiu came into view, wearing that silver mask, dressed in black, and sitting in a wheelchair.

Hearing this, Ye Muyao did not mind too much. Having stale tea at the moment was already not bad; she only had it because Biyu had taken the silver from her dowry to bribe someone outside. Otherwise, her Frost Splendor Courtyard would probably be left with nothing more than some leftover scraps.

Xiao Jingxuan naturally had no inkling of Zhou Xianchen's sudden shift in thoughts, especially now that Xiangping was nowhere to be seen around them.

"Ruoruo, I want to ask you something." I asked if she knew whether a paternity test could be done on an unborn child still in the womb.

Overcome with smugness, she strode toward Xiao Jingxuan, raising her foot as if she wanted to kick the other person a few more times. Yet, in her unbridled triumph, she failed to notice a pair of furious eyes staring right at her with burning rage.

Changgezheng's lips twitched slightly. For some reason, whenever Feng Shang uttered the word "innocence," she felt a strong urge to laugh.

Having already taken her into his arms, how could Ji Wuche possibly let go? Naturally, he held her tightly. Nalan Zi had never expected such a turn of events; she had originally intended to flirt a bit with the men present and teach this man a lesson so he would not dress in such an unseemly manner in the future.

"Lei Peng, it's such a pity you didn't agree just now!" Zhang Lei said with a hint of regret as soon as they stepped outside.

This afternoon was Song Xiangsi's final photoshoot, and it ended a bit late. When she emerged from the EX Building, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the sky outside was pitch black.

That day, she and Wei Zhong had just gotten married—though, of course, it was a fake marriage. Wei Zhong had told Li Rurou to give him a year, and he would definitely change. Too lazy to bicker with him any further, Li Rurou agreed.

Her mother had fallen ill, yet upon hearing about the affairs of the old family home, she immediately forced herself out of bed to cook meals for the two elders. Anyone who mentioned such filial piety would give it a thumbs-up.

"Eldest sister, don't say things like this in the future, I know what I'm doing in my heart." Hao Yong could not even begin to imagine what kind of scene it would be if Shiqing heard these words; it might not just ruin their closeness, but turn them into enemies.

If one had to compare the sensation to something... it felt just like lingering in intimacy with Mo'er—it brought an inexplicable sense of peace, as though one were in heaven.

"Feifei, stop crying! Let me ask you something!" Fearing that Feifei would spend half the day crying, Liu Ningyou hurriedly changed the subject.

"It's all Wang Nanguo's fault, driven purely by greed. By what right did he issue a military pledge? Did the brothers under his command agree to it?"

Even in the deep of night, a metropolis like Kyoto still had a large number of people witness this scene.

In this battle, the only things everyone could rely on were their long-range firepower and the mechanical creations of the two equipment specialists. Once those soldiers managed to climb the mountain, it would only be a matter of time before the trial-takers were sent back to reality.

In fact, the greatest feature of the game City of Sins was its NPCs. Unlike the quest-giving grandfathers in ordinary games, most of the NPCs here were utterly坑 (frustrating). However, they also had trigger mechanisms. As long as you ignored them or kept moving, they generally would not bother you.

On the other side, a dozen engineering machinery units had started working. One must keep in mind that Phase I of the project needed to be completed within a dozen months, so they had to rush, otherwise, it could not be finished on time.

Zhou Ning, dressed in a white qipao, gently waved a folding fan as she looked down at the "lively and bustling" atmosphere below, feeling that the scene was quite wonderful.

Now its export momentum was extremely promising, winning the favor of air forces in quite a few international countries, and there was hope it would eventually become a world-renowned aircraft.

The Netherworld Sand, imbued with the chill of the Yellow Springs, seeped bit by bit into its skin like tiny ice needles, darting back and forth inside the Killer Lord's garments.

The reality of the present era was vastly different. In the past, the real world could at most enable people to cultivate to the Manifestation realm, whereas the spiritual energy of today allowed people to cultivate to the Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, or even the Golden Immortal realm.

"Well, let me scout the path for you first. Safety comes first, you know how it goes, right?" With these words, Che Wu took one step into the forest, leaving the other foot outside, and slowly eased his body inward, only to suddenly pull himself back slightly.

Chang He was now controlled by the Crown Prince's and Prince Qi's guards, who had been let in after the Elite Vanguard breached the city gates first; Chang He truly had grievances he could not voice.

All of this meant that she would undoubtedly climb higher and go further in the future, even potentially surpassing her predecessor, Zhang Man. After all, Lin Feifei possessed not only beauty, but a strength that everyone universally acknowledged.

Han Du was dumbfounded at this moment, silently thinking: What kind of leisure and relaxation mission was this? The mission they were executing this time was of extremely high difficulty, and he knew very well how many casualties there had been on both sides along the way.

Ying Liqian carried his "silence is golden" style to the absolute extreme, speaking very little throughout the entire journey, mostly just listening, occasionally closing his eyes to rest and enjoy the comfort brought by the hot springs, and then taking in the scenery.