Volume One, Chapter 59: It Is Brother

Bai Ruixue cast her soul-stirring gaze upon the crowd, which only made their hearts ache all the more. Inwardly, they cursed Jiang Buyue's ancestors down to the eighteenth generation.

Bai Ruixue gently bit her lower lip and said, "Yes, Brother!"

The entire venue fell into dead silence once again!

"Are you kidding me? Brother? Is this some kind of sibling romance anime plot?"

"You'er, let's head back!" Having been out for a walk for a while now, Feng suggested.

Wei Simeng glanced at the "Broken Sword Cleaving Mountain" in her hand, and without a moment's hesitation, hurled it upward with all her might.

Qiu Yan hurriedly bowed, and before Lin Su could give any instructions, she stepped forward, took Xia Yan's hand to check her pulse, and after a brief diagnosis, immediately handed over a bowl of mung bean soup from the side.

"Brother Haitao, what was that you threw in?" Ye Shiqin looked back and, seeing that the other party had not pursued them, breathed a sigh of relief.

"A microphone?" The middle-aged woman didn't understand what use I had for his microphone, but she still handed it to me and said, "Here you go." I took the microphone from her hands, smiled, and said thank you.

Therefore, Yao Beibei stared intently at Bai Ziming, scanning him up and down repeatedly, trying to figure out what kind of metamorphosis he had undergone. Was he a god or a demon? A fiend or a monster? Ghosts had already been ruled out by her, because Bai Ziming was able to walk in the daylight.

After all, the Emperor had never truly favored the existence of the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince was ambitious yet incapable of showing empathy for the common people, and the Emperor had long since harbored the intention of deposing him, just waiting for the right moment to act.

The Nether Realm Divine World was reputed to be the most mysterious place in legends—a realm brimming with countless treasures, divine artifacts, and cultivation manuals. It was said that Lord Ye Yunmo, the Sword God and ruler of the Fifth Star Region, comprehended the true meaning of the sword path right there and burst forth into prominence.

She was sitting down to help apply screen protectors. From her elevated vantage point, a casual glance suddenly made her eyes light up as she caught sight of a view that shouldn't have been seen. Realizing that this person was Ye Shiqin's close friend and bestie, she felt an even greater surge of excitement deep down.

Life was just like this: plain and simple, engaging in a little romance, working when one should work, and studying when one should study. Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Li Xiang's orders were simple: seize the opportunity to assassinate Zhang Zhongzheng, and then leave immediately. There would definitely be experts protecting Zhang Zhongzheng; apart from anything else, Li Xiang's greatest concern was that Wangqing might also be one of the Ten Supremes.

As the train slowly pulled away, Hua Feng lay on the upper berth, watching the increasingly distant cityscape of Suzhou.

That handsome, unrestrained face, that smile of supreme calm and composure even in the face of life and death—that was the man who could always bring her shock and deep yearning.

I still tried my best not to look at the very obvious scar on Brother Hao's body, but when taking a bath, being that close, it was impossible not to see it.

"Sometimes when negotiating business, cutting straight to the chase is much more useful than beating around the bush. Don't you think so, Uncle Yu?" Xiao Yueye gently tapped the tabletop and said calmly.

Xing Fei did not hesitate at all. After releasing the Divine Emperor, his control over the Will of Heaven locked firmly onto the Human Hero Ghost Lord.

The karmic virtue of the Yanhuang clan was essentially luck. What Ji Ziqi meant was that whoever possessed more karmic virtue would have a higher chance of winning.

"The play is getting more and more lively!" Hua Feng and Huo Manni said as they stepped out from the living room, leaning against the railing and looking out at the dazzling Victoria Harbour.

"You two..." Suffering such an inexplicable ordeal caused Zhan Feihong to harbor a mountain of anger. He desperately wanted to teach these two disobedient fellows a lesson right then and there to vent his pent-up grievance.

Ding Qiuli sighed, "According to Yang Mohai's account, it was yesterday when the disciples of their Yang Family who went to Misty Mountain for experiential training were ambushed and killed by members of the Luo Family, resulting in a total of seven casualties."

Sheng Shiyan began preparing the ingredients, rolling up the cuffs of his shirt to reveal his sexy wrists and a section of fair arms.