Volume One, Chapter 53: Suddenly Remembering Someone He Had Overlooked

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Sitting in front of the computer, Li Jue let out a silent sigh of relief—he truly hadn’t expected Chen Chichi to enliven the atmosphere so well. In truth, the tension tonight was all his doing. Bai Tingting’s illness had affected him deeply, and he was unwilling to let her suffer any more grievances, so the only one left to bear the burden was Ruo Ruo.
“That won’t do either; there are servants around… we could be discovered,” she said, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of intimacy in the Shi family while he was present. After all, he was her uncle’s son, and formally, she had to address him as cousin.
“You were my match back then, and I lost to you. But now, it seems you’re not the real winner,” Chen Baiming remarked.
At this moment, the puppets had all dispersed, and even Lai Fugui, due to Li Jue’s caution, didn’t return to the Passat. Li Jue took a deep breath to steady himself, then glanced around anxiously: where was Ning Keren?
Chen Yu lightly twitched the side of his nose and immediately deduced the ingredients in the fried chicken pieces, though the nearby sauce emitted a distinct and tantalizing aroma.
The events of that night were still vivid in her mind. Remembering how she and Leng Ming had fallen together, and his awkward struggle not to crush her, she couldn’t help but smile quietly.
This man, like a gentle breeze, pressed one hand over hers while his other hand roamed over her body.
Lu Anzhi placed the large photo album on his lap. The cover was a red velvet, giving it an antique appearance. Upon opening it, one page held numerous photographs, inserted horizontally and vertically.
The aroma wafting through the air had already teased many palates; everyone eagerly stepped forward, unable to resist tasting a bite.
“Uh… does the Lord’s blood naturally have detoxifying properties?” Yao Mowan, noticing Han Jinyi’s coldness toward Ye Junqing, shifted the topic.
The entire valley was shrouded in thick mist; from above, the valley’s features were invisible, only the sound of flowing water could be heard.

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Yelü Xian was close at hand. She reached out her hand, and Yelü Xian smiled warmly as before, grasping her hand with his broad, comforting palm.
During the Foundation Establishment stage, one could instantly kill any cultivator, unless the opponent was equally strong, wielding numerous high-level magical artifacts and life-saving techniques.
In the afternoon, Huangfu Mo and his group finally arrived at the disaster zone. Seeing the ruined crops and collapsed houses everywhere, Fang Mengbao shook his head; it resembled the aftermath of a world war.
“I swear, brother, you can’t really have crawled out of some ancient cave,” Wu Yunfei said humorously, exasperated.
That single remark had an immediate effect; several figures subtly advanced an inch or two, showing signs of readiness to fight. Just as the young witch tribe member was about to fall hard to the ground, someone suddenly leapt down from the second floor.
This matter had actually reached the ears of the ancient cultivators of the ASEAN region, and with their pride, they certainly wouldn’t waste much time coming to the Celestial Realm of the Firmament.
Birds and beasts scattered through the forest, their chilling cries sounding like a mixture of wolves, tigers, and even the wails of babies, sending a bone-deep chill through the heart.
Reaching the valley entrance smoothly, Yang Lin and the boy exchanged a glance before striding forward.
The half-dragon opened its huge jaws and swallowed down in one gulp. Its seven or eight-meter-long body writhed and began to swell, growing even larger.
Yang Lin muttered quietly to himself, then lightly shook his head to prevent overthinking. After drinking two cups of tea, he went to bed.
Liu Xuan felt that if even he and the Daoist master could not clarify a matter, it must be significant enough to warrant careful investigation; there were surely many suspicious points hidden within.

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Watching him sing like a pastoral poet, the middle-aged shop owner was very pleased. But then that detestable bald man showed up to cause trouble. No one knew what difficulties the girl was facing that made her borrow money from them—didn’t she know she could ask the boss for an advance?
Thus, in just two seconds, she suppressed her fear, resolutely opened the door, stepped out, and simultaneously tapped her phone to call Yu Chen, putting the call on speaker.
Pulled by the arm by Feng Jiajia, Liu Yang tried to break free, but each attempt was skillfully thwarted by Feng Jiajia.
Half an hour later, the on-site autopsy was completed. The forensic department took Yan Chang’s body back to the squad, while the trace inspection team remained to continue investigating the scene.
Seeing the great Golden Core expert Li Mingran severely wounded under the opponent’s attack, the disciples of the Forbidden Heaven Sword Sect present were all terrified and gathered around.
Along the way, Mo Xiang saw the clear mountains and rivers beneath her feet, the deep grass and lush trees, and the vast wild rivers, but no sign of human habitation. After flying for two hours, she entered the territory controlled by the Autumn Grievance Hall, located some four or five thousand miles from Eight Extremes Lake.
On the monitor, Li Xuejian resembled an enraged lion, first stamping the ground wildly with his foot, then grabbing a hoe and furiously smashing at the rats on the ground. Fur flew, blood splattered everywhere. The rats, frightened, emitted sharp screams and scattered, vanishing in an instant.
The production crew had not only invited many media outlets but also numerous big-name stars to support the event, making the scene lively and bustling.
“Ow, why did you kick me?” the Red Confusion Lord complained bitterly, realizing that his younger sister had been opposing him all along the way.