Chapter 23

A faint look of guilt crossed his face. Glancing at the Ghost Piggy Bank rolling back and forth on the leather seat beside him, he thought to himself: Never mind, there is plenty of time for that later; I should deal with Shiyu’s situation first.

He did not notice that his eyes were glistening with moisture, and his heart felt as if it had been bathed in warm sunlight—a sensation that was itchy, yet deeply comforting.

Lu Daoling knew he could not just wait around; if he let Ouyang Bo finish gathering his strength, escape would be impossible.

Zhang Shujie met Iniesta, who was closest to him, and they shook hands. He scanned the room and saw Messi standing in a corner, a spot so inconspicuous that it ill-fitted his status and standing.

Zhou Changjiang stood up immediately and led Luo Hebin to the police car. Ten minutes later, they arrived at the Forensic Identification Center of the Western District Public Security Bureau. Luo Hebin followed Zhou into the examination room, where over a dozen tables were covered in white sheets.

Indeed, a craniotomy is not a procedure just anyone can perform. If An Xinquan truly possesses such superb surgical skills, he might well be considered the greatest physician of all.

It was a pity that the great vengeance of the Azure Dragon clan remained unavenged, and a pity that he had not yet had the chance to say goodbye to his lover and his brothers. At this moment, he felt a sting of sorrow and guilt; he should have gone to see Jin'er. She had been waiting for him all this time, and after so long apart, he had yet to return to visit her.

"Our sects have suffered heavy losses, and yet you devils are the only ones laughing!" Master Dingqing glared fiercely at Xuan Mingzi.

The man in white not only failed to snatch the sword from Li Qifeng but was instead pulled forward by the tremendous force transmitted through the silver thread.

Just as Tong Yan was observing intently, a voice resembling the song of a lark suddenly rang out in his mind.

That night, the light in Su Wanqi’s room did not go out all night. By the time Wang Xudong went out the next morning, Su Wanqi was still sitting in front of the computer, typing away.

After Wen Shang left, Yue Chu went to the kitchen and saw that, under the steward’s direction, yesterday’s goods had all been packed. Opening a crate, she saw the items inside wrapped in oil paper, neat and tidy.

"Oh, stop asking who my grandfather is and just tell me if you will be my master or not." Sikong Jing stomped her feet petulantly, brushing aside the previous topic entirely.

Muffled thuds echoed as fists and feet collided. Facing Wang Hao’s relentless series of attacks, Lin Feng chose not to meet him head-on, opting instead to focus entirely on defense.

The chirping and chattering had long since drawn the attention of those downstairs. Ning Shiyun, who was chatting with Prefect Sui, looked over curiously and his eyes widened.

Long Fei said indifferently, though he thought to himself that it was simple enough for him to participate in the year-end assembly—he only needed to place in the top three of the qualifying rounds; there was no need to slaughter the innocent.

Involving her son’s identity, Xia Wan’er decided not to say too much to Ran Qin, lest she be unable to accept the truth.

He had indeed gone to the Master’s place, but he hadn't stayed long before leaving to go to Yue Chu’s Seven Fragrances restaurant.

His superpower was "Copy." Given Chen Qi’s current status, whenever an S-rank superhuman ascended in China, Chen Qi would inevitably be given priority to choose whether or not to copy their ability.

I know the journey has just begun. To blindly pursue the ultimate limit is unrealistic. One must walk the path step by step; no one starts at the peak.

"To act for oneself is the way of the world. Your Majesty, you are absolutely right," Zhang Jiang chimed in at the right moment.

Xiao Peng lay on the garden bench, staring wordlessly at the sky—a posture he had maintained most often over the past year.

"Of course, no problem." Shan Zhan nodded. Sun Xuan thanked Yang Meng, said her goodbyes to everyone, and left the *Huaxia* with Shan Zhan. Ya Li was more direct and went along to see her off in person.

"I am quite fair-skinned, which is why I look younger. You aren't even eighteen yet, are you?" Although Li Shimin was dressed in older attire, he was half-Caucasian, which made his complexion appear lighter.

"Understood, Mr. Li. I will contact them immediately." Shao Mingyuan felt a jolt of alarm and bowed in agreement, knowing his boss was truly enraged and intended to use Liu Bin as an example.

Luo Yutian and the other three snapped back to reality and looked toward Lan Jinyi and Zhang Xuanle.

Although they would not use force against the old man or harm him, it was still a "soft knife"—a way of restricting his freedom.

"Young Master Li, don't tell me you are..." Shen San, fearing that Li Wei was acting recklessly again and preparing to move against Liu Bin, asked with great concern.

A moment later, Li Sanniang arrived in the main hall. As she stepped through the doorway, she heard a hearty greeting: "This general pays his respects to Her Highness the Princess!" Looking closely, she saw it was the former general from Zhongnan Mountain, Cavalry General Qiu Yingqi.

This was not just the case with Qingqiu this time; it was the same for every danger they had faced in the past.

This scene was witnessed by Piaoyao just as she reached the door. She almost thought she was hallucinating; Mo Tian, who had never looked at her—or anyone, for that matter—with anything but indifference, was showing such tenderness toward Feng Xinuo.

This kind of land could be developed slowly and sold off gradually. As long as one held the land, one could wait for its value to appreciate.

Ni Yongxiao felt a bit helpless regarding this title, and his demeanor as he walked toward the karaoke machine could only be described as perfunctory.

Rong Ye, pushing his luck, leaned into Song Zhiying’s ear and suggested it wasn't too late to have another child, only to be slapped away by her.

Though reluctant, Lu Hang’s grandmother had no choice but to give up. However, through her work these past few days, she had regained her confidence and planned to find ways to pass the time once Lu Hang went out to film.

Mi Jia watched for a long time but didn't dare make a move, then saw Zhan Lan walk over wearing a tiger-skin outfit.