Chapter 68: Artistic Portraits

Lin Shiyun took a phone out of the office drawer and handed it to Lin Yu, saying, “Here, this is for you. I bought it as a backup and barely used it—it's practically brand-new. It already has a SIM card and everything, so you can just start using it. With a phone, it'll be easier for me to contact you in the future. But if you mind that I've used it, I can buy you a new one instead.”

The reason for giving Lin Yu the phone...

After spending a full year in his own world and finally suppressing the Divine-Slaying Spear, Li Mo was at last able to leave his retreat in peace.

This bottle of red wine had been prepared by their company for every villa, and now it was actually in the hands of a cleaner. No wonder President Xia was so furious—this was truly disgraceful.

And that wasn’t the only problem. With the wind blowing, the food and drink would soon turn cold. Who could still enjoy ice-cold wine after that?

The dried blood on Yu Yuan’s face had quietly formed a scab. As he laughed, the scab flaked off, revealing once again his clear, unblemished, and handsome features.

The family of three had come to Luoyang in search of a way out. Although Dan Hu had gotten into legal trouble, this had also given them an opportunity—one that might allow them to rise above their circumstances.

Fang Zihuai suddenly remembered Lin Lang. When Fang Junyi and Su Muqiu had just gotten married, Lin Lang often guided him in martial arts and practiced swordsmanship with him.

In truth, he had fallen into the trap of not seeing the forest for the trees, blindly idolizing Lord Guan. But Lord Guan, in his own way, also idolized him endlessly.

No matter which Yan Mirror it was, she couldn't handle any of them. Her most pressing concern now was to change seats and get away from this living catastrophe.

“Indeed. With Uchiha Madara’s arrogance, there’s no way he’d hide in the shadows after the First Hokage’s death... So, what could have made him act this way? And why hasn’t the Akatsuki made a move?” Sarutobi Hiruzen mused.

Then Liyang came out of the house, looking at Licheng Tian, who sat in the pavilion. He walked over to him.

Wang Anqi realized these topics were getting a bit lengthy, and her conversation with Yang Nianzhong was tinged with a certain ambiguity. As Yang Nianzhong had said, if Annie found out, she’d never be able to be friends with that girl again.

The barrier rose. Having left early, Tsunade immediately organized the village’s shinobi to set up defenses and block the attack.

The intense pain made her feel dizzy. Instinctively, she clutched her stomach and fainted before she could say a word.

Although Lin Shen thought so, he still squatted in front of his wardrobe for a long time without finding any new boxer shorts.

Qiu Ji was the bodyguard his father had assigned him—at the first level of the Spirit Soul Realm, truly a master.

“The Three Northern Prefectures have fallen. All the seventh-rank martial masters stationed there have perished, and even the Grand General was surrounded and killed.” As the adviser reported this, he could not help but tremble.

While everyone’s attention was on Shi Fei, waiting to see how she would respond to Lu Zheng’s open provocation, Shi Fei was only just climbing out of bed.

Su Can, wiping away tears, tore off a piece of wedding dress to bandage her father's wound. Suddenly, she frowned as if recalling something, then looked up at Suzuki Koji in confusion.

Lu Jiachen looked into the camera and calmly clarified things, as if he alone were the backbone of the Linhai Group.

Su Mingjin couldn't help but laugh at the scene—who would keep such a hopelessly foolish assassin?

“Qi, tell me, what can I do for you?” Nissan didn’t want to revisit old memories, after all, that was the pain he least wished to touch.

Although Ye Pu said otherwise, Qin Sifan still caught the involuntary swallow he made.

Unable to break free, she was just about to tell him to let go when she saw the serious look on his face, as if he was facing a great enemy.

“May I ask your name?” Although the prize wasn’t anything valuable, Su Mingjin treated him with great respect, immediately ordering someone to refill his tea.