Volume 1, Chapter 48: Things Wouldn't Have Come to This If She Had Just Behaved Herself

—Bullshit, earlier you didn't have my Male God Xiao, but now that my Male God Xiao is here, if you dare to fight again, we’ll beat you to a pulp.

Seeing this, Gu Xi glanced at Su Wushuang, and the two exchanged a look before Su Wushuang forcefully pulled Yan Xiyue and ran outside.

On Yangcheng TV, the news was currently being broadcast, and the footage on the screen was none of other than today's Wutian Group.

Actually, the Yi family was quite hospitable. It was like going to the countryside and being overly picky—isn't it a well-known saying to follow the local customs?

Ten minutes later, the three of them finished everything on the table and immediately slumped into a lazy couch potato posture, sprawling on the sofa to play with their phones.

When the Gao family daughter entered the Marquis of Lu's household, she brought one hundred thousand taels of silver. With that sum, shops like the Qing Shi Zhai could be bought by the hundreds, and shops in the West Market could also be easily acquired.

Meanwhile, Li Jixing was painting with his phone placed to the side. Even though he heard it vibrate twice, he didn't bother to check it.

Under the dark night sky, red flames blazed fiercely. With only the sound of burning, the surroundings felt all the more deathly still.

In the previous episode, she was still able to maintain her aloof and cold persona, but on this trip to the grasslands, she must have forgotten to take her medicine. From time to time, she would twitch the corners of her mouth into a smile, and now she was even popping out colloquial internet slang. They could be certain that if this scene were broadcast, netizens would collectively start questioning the meaning of life.

When Shen Qingshui turned on the light, he had already entered the bedroom, just managing to close the door with a crack left, through which he could be seen walking straight toward the bathroom.

However, Shen Gu was in no mood to deal with him at the moment, so he didn't reply and instead opened an app to browse the news for a while.

But when Cui Mingsheng accidentally opened WeChat and saw the Moments post shared by Zhou Ning, he realized that using that description to define her was completely inaccurate.

The third floor of the Tianzi Shop in Fengcheng was a restricted area, off-limits to the public, and served as the private quarters of the shopkeeper. At this moment, the chubby man Feng Xiang was leisurely sitting inside, slowly biting into his favorite roasted pheasant leg, eating until his mouth was dripping with grease and having the time of his life. Next to him lay another roasted pheasant with one leg missing.

After finishing dinner and taking a brief rest and recovery, when everyone was woken up, almost all of them were at their peak state of energy.

Zhang Jingyi knew he lacked the ability to rapidly change such social customs, so he had no choice but to adapt and find alternative ways.

Handling hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war was actually a formidable task, especially with night about to fall. If they weren't locked up and secured, there was a very high chance they would take advantage of the chaos to escape during the night.

In terms of sheer might, Wang Dalu was not outdone in the slightest. However, he could only feel that his soul had been directly assaulted by an extremely domineering force, which then stirred up an endless storm and instantly tore his soul apart.

Early the next morning, Shen Gu got up and made breakfast. It was a rare occasion for him to actually want to cook the morning meal.

However, at this very moment, he simply couldn't take it anymore; his chest ached from pure rage. Thus, he finally exploded.

Hearing this, the Senior Official began to chuckle softly, wave after wave, a trace of mockery even lingering in his eyes.

Furthermore, this Ye Li was notoriously despicable, and the underhanded tactics he had pulled during various battles were too numerous to count individually. Although his blade was pointed at the entire Great Yan, the one who almost always took the hit was none of them other than His Highness. Therefore, he truly could not muster any favorable feelings toward this Ye Li.

Lu Shuiyi held her saber in one hand, her delicate brows tightly knitted. Such a massive number of strange snakes was truly a headache. No matter how much strength and skill she possessed, escaping this calamity seemed unlikely. For the first time, a trace of worry appeared on her face. Who knew if she would feel fear at a moment like this?

In fact, the princess puppet's lips had already been bleeding earlier, but Shen Tianye had been in too much of a rush at the time and hadn't noticed. Seeing her spit out another mouthful of blood now, Shen Tianye finally realized something was amiss.

However, since Qiyie had not arrived today and only Ye Luoyue was here, Su Yurou was not afraid at all.

"Don't overthink it. What is our relationship? There's nothing wrong with this, right? Let's eat, I'll feed you," Chen Yi said with a smile.

Those contestants who made it to the program set and onto television were all people who had been selected after going through layers of auditions.

If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell there was a button on the wall at all, and since the button was integrated seamlessly with the bricks piled on the wall, it was even harder to discover.

Her tone was as if it were only natural. Shen Tianye felt somewhat displeased, but in the end, he still took out a jade slip and recorded the lyrics into it.

The empire held a selection tournament for young disciples every five years. In other words, every five years, 50 geniuses just like them joined the White Cloud Temple. So, after all these years, how many geniuses like them would there be within the White Cloud Temple? And what did they, as merely one of them, even amount to?

Nowadays, many singers actually lose money when releasing an album, but even if they lose money, they still release them just to maintain their popularity and then earn the money back from other sources.

At this moment, a chimney could be seen behind the thatched cottage. A wisp of grey smoke was rising from the pitch-black chimney, indicating that the owner of the house was tending a fire inside.

"Do you think the Ye Manor is a place where you can just come and go as you please? Ruan Shu violated clan rules, and how the family chooses to deal with her is a family matter. Do you need you to come and point fingers?" scolded one of Xu Cheng's uncles.

Is that it? So simple and direct, choosing whoever they want just like that? Are we sure this wasn't just a random pick?

The entire space was enveloped by this lewd atmosphere. If someone walked in without knowing any better, they would probably never mistake this place for a bar, but rather a brothel—and the lowest kind at that.

Although Lin Yi was new here, he was well aware of the grading system of the People's Hospital. Hospitals were divided into three tiers: Grade A, Grade B, and Grade C, with each tier further divided into first, second, and third classes. The lowest rank for a hospital was Grade C, Class 1, and the highest rank was Grade A, Special Class.