Volume One, Chapter 49: I Am Qin Conan

The name of the boudoir was Spring Shirt Pavilion, which left Qin Zheng stunned for quite some time. This greatest female talent in the world not only wanted to compete with my Music Bureau for business but also for creativity!

Yuan Hui stared at Mo Xue, utterly dumbfounded on the spot, his eyes nearly popping out. Mo Xue could clearly hear him swallowing hard, and she now genuinely felt disgusted—being looked at with such a vile gaze by such a pervert was truly nauseating.

Politeness and fists—these two methods of resolving matters, Luo Kai had always preferred the latter and executed it with unwavering resolve.

He didn’t care whether Jiang Ruoxi wanted to stay of her own accord or because of Leng Jingcheng’s wishes; it was all the same to him.

Perhaps it was because the man’s gaze was too intense, Qiān Qīngxī felt somewhat uneasy under his scrutiny. Thinking back to their previous intimate encounter, her face grew even more embarrassed, a flush of rosy clouds instantly spreading across her cheeks up to her ears.

Maybe it was because the man’s mood shifted too abruptly, or simply because he suddenly stopped smiling, that Qiān Qīngxī was able to perceive it so clearly.

“Hmph, the king returns, yet you’re still just the grand guild leader. With such little courage, I truly don’t know how your undefeated guild ever managed to rise,” Tian Yinyin Peak scoffed coldly, voicing his disdainful mockery.

“Ahem, ahem, ahem—” Just as Zhao Feng was lost in thought, a violent coughing fit came from Zhao Fei’s direction.

Soon after, the two rushed into the cemetery and began searching it systematically. At this moment, only Zheng Weilin was left behind, unsure of what to do. Desire is a dagger above the head—if it weren’t for his lust for Xia Qi’s beauty, the dignified Young Master Zheng would never have fallen to this level. Perhaps he would still be enjoying piston-like movements with the nursing school’s girls.

Upon hearing Qiān Qīngxī’s words, Feng Chenyi’s face once again flushed a deep red, the color spreading over his entire countenance.

This management system was clever: first, the strongest warriors, without these soldiers, would be unable to hold their ground; second, those lacking power could find safety only by forming teams.

When Li Kuafu responded, the bold-hearted Chiyou did not demand any oath or guarantee from him. Perhaps seeing a reflection of himself in Li Kuafu, Chiyou held a certain trust in him as well.

In such a world, there was always a sense of loneliness, as if the world was silently mourning someone. It was as though the earth itself was donning mourning clothes for this era of suffering, though to most, heaven and earth were indifferent, treating all living things as mere fodder.

“Grandpa Mud?” Why did this old woodcutter have such a strange nickname? Was there really someone surnamed “Mud” in this world?

Having experienced it once before, Li Kuafu did not dodge. Although he could feel boundless energy surging toward him, he gritted his teeth and held firm.

Parents have the feeling of parents! Siblings have the feeling of siblings! Even close friends share a special bond! And Nie Feng had always given Bu Jingyun a feeling that, even if not that of a soulmate, was nonetheless a unique connection unlike any other.

Though the shrimp farm’s operating costs were high, the results were obvious. Xie Fengying and Zhang Xiuyun no longer had to toil excessively and could focus more on their families, husbands, and children.

Compared to thirteen years ago, the Hengyun Mountain Range remained unchanged, but the simple book itself had undergone great transformations.

Schweinsteiger sent a long ball from the back, Gomez headed it toward the flank, and Muniain rushed forward to receive the ball.

Beside the shed stood a stove; Hu Kaishan sat by the fire opening, tending the flames while quietly smoking.