Volume 1, Chapter 57: The Beauty Beneath the Rose Vines

Jiang Shishi was momentarily dazed, then turned her head to see a girl in a white dress walking inside. Standing just over one hundred and sixty centimeters tall, the girl was quite slender. Although only half her face was visible from this angle, one could still tell she had delicate eyebrows and eyes, a slightly upturned nose tip, and a well-defined chin—she was a budding beauty.

"Young Master Ye, President Shao, a pleasure. I have long heard of Young Master Ye's great reputation, and only today have I been granted the honor of meeting you," Yu Zhennan said courteously to Ye Qingcang.

With that, he turned and walked out toward the main entrance. Su Chen cast a glance at the slender youth's retreating back, his eyes gradually narrowing.

Of course, this was merely what she thought; how could someone as proud as Quan Xiaoci easily kneel and kowtow to others?

Everyone first stared in shock, frozen in place, and then turned to look at Heshikiri Hasebe, who remained silent for a long time.

"You might not know this, but during the battle against the Witch Sect Master at the peaks of Ghost Snare in Miaojiang, it was actually Doctor Xu who fought him, not Xing Yao!" Bayonet said firmly, his admiration for Doctor Xu growing ever more intense.

What on earth is this Xu Tianjun thinking? Walking right into the tiger's den—does he still not understand his own situation?

The masked man again. Luo Sheng's expression grew slightly heavier as he pressed his lips into a tight line, lost in thought without saying a word.

"Atsushi, the priority now is to find Tetsuya. Ryota's matter can be settled later without delay," Akashi Seijuro said. Hearing this, Murasakibara Atsushi, however reluctant, had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

For instance, when she went to sleep at night, she would inexplicably recall that evening when he had forcibly kissed her at the school gates.

Almost simultaneously, south of the riverbank, Yan Qing suddenly raised his head. The gloom, entanglements, resentment, and helplessness that had previously filled his eyes were instantly swept away, leaving behind only unwavering determination.

Zhang Xinsheng smiled and said, "It's nothing. Just that bad egg bullying Old Kang's sister this afternoon and ruining my good deed, so I gave him a kick." They all knew who Old Kang was.

Divine artifacts, divine pills... the quantities were absolute enough to supply an army of a thousand gods. If the pseudo-gods and true gods of the Dragon Spring Continent were to gather together, these resources alone would be enough to elevate them all collectively into deities.

"A misunderstanding?" Fu Rongxi raised an eyebrow, casting an utterly disdainful sideways glance at Liao Shengji. He twirled a sharp dagger between his slender fingers, reflecting a piercing cold light directly onto Liao Shengji's face, causing Liao Shengji to immediately turn timid.

Hearing this, Yilong was left speechless, responding only with a smiling nod. It was as if a gentle spring breeze had swept past, smoothing away the melancholy between his brows and sweeping away the loneliness in the depths of his heart.

The only regret Zhao Mengmeng had right now was that she had brought too few clothes—just those few pieces. After trying on various outfits in front of the mirror for a long time, she finally settled on a white camisole and a pair of khaki hot pants.

Shen Ying had not yet regained consciousness when she was wheeled back to her ward, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon confirming she was safe. Later that day, Liang Jiangbang, having received the news, also rushed over, and Zhao Yingyu arranged for them to enter her office.

"Meeting Yunqing truly feels like meeting a kindred spirit too late!" he exclaimed, the joy in his heart palpable.

As she watched Wu Bin rolling and wailing on the ground, ultimately dying of heart failure caused by excruciating pain, Shen Ying closed her eyes, her body long since overwhelmed by the burden, a trace of a relieved smile lingering at the corners of her lips.

I patted my own rosy cheeks to wake myself up, then began chanting an incantation, preparing to summon that damned Nahlia and demand an explanation for why I had been born in such a godforsaken place in the middle of nowhere.

"Three quarters past the hour of Hai, you are more than an hour early," the old Taoist priest said calmly, though upon closer listening, one could easily detect the barely concealed joy in his words.

Han Ge, who actually had a driver's license, was sitting idle, yet they had someone without a license drive instead. If anyone discovered this, wouldn't it be handing others a ready-made excuse?