Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Embroidered Uniform Guard Sets Sail

As for Zhou Junqiang, he must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed today; his brain short-circuited, and he actually let himself get led into a trap. As for Fatty Su, he is a total liability.

He could not be sure what this anticipation stemmed from. Was it for the sake of finally possessing her own eggshell from this moment on? Or was she waiting for him to ask for it back, thereby giving her the opportunity to draw a clear line between them?

Lin Xiao also sank quietly, without stirring the slightest ripple, as if she too were dead, driven by some force to be buried deep at the bottom of the lake.

I watched him vigilantly, leaped lightly, and with a flicker of my figure, arrived under a tree not far from him, watching him in silence.

"Get lost, and tell your sister to wait for the police to come and arrest her." With that, Old Wang slammed the door shut.

At the same time, Liu Chunsheng had already lunged forward. Yang Hao did not even glance at him; he merely shifted his body slightly and gave a subtle nudge with his shoulder.

Looking at the Tesseract wreathed in peculiar blue arcs of light, I gasped, yet in the end, I still intended to reach out my hand.

Xu Lianxue turned her head, her gaze colliding just right with the naturally enchanting peach-blossom eyes of Fu Shang. In an instant, a shy blush climbed up both her cheeks.

Wine is the best bridge and bond. By making friends over drinks and with Yang Zhenting's deliberate cooperation, Liu Weiguo brandished the banner of the Tang Sect to gain leverage, securing Tang Chen a direct admission to the Peking True Martial Academy.

"My lady, how is Madam Chen?" Xu Xuan took a breath, steadied his mind, and asked in a deep voice.

Feng Qiqi led Li Eryan and Jun Chuyou through the back door to the place where the embroiderers were rushing to finish Li Eryan's wedding dress.

Saying this, she jumped off the sofa and ran toward the bedroom, her two snowy white curves swaying with infinite charm, rippling with a dazzling, voluptuous wave.

The Grand Preceptor’s eyes narrowed slightly. If it were anyone else, it would be one thing, but it had to be Princess Xilan. Long before she married Jun Moli, the Grand Preceptor had harbored a faint affection for her, but due to his position, he could not express it. Now that he saw her again, his heart felt an indescribable ache.

"I want it!" Feng Wanli drew his Storm Greatsword and hacked at the corpse of the Soul-Devouring Mother Insect, feeling extremely agitated over the soul fragments within its body.

Old Third Qiao spoke, staring at the head of the police force, his eyes wide and full of threat. Under normal circumstances, Old Third Qiao would have had some deterrent power, but now, none of the police were afraid, because everyone knew that with such concrete evidence, Old Third Qiao was finished.

With a whoosh, a plume of blue smoke rose and curled outward, attempting to escape through the door. Startled, everyone scrambled to the doorway, intending to block the creature.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had been the center of attention since he was old enough to understand things. Whatever he wanted, he could have; whatever he wanted to do, he could accomplish.

Nicholas tightened his grip on Leah’s hand, feeling a sense of foreboding. He ordered the ten Sacred Guardians to step forward and block Silas, while he hurriedly began to summon more Sacred Guardians.

Time passed without him knowing how long. Jun Moli’s eyes grew heavy, and before long, he fell asleep beside Feng Qiqi.

He had no intention of running. Now that Luo Shi'an and Xu Hanchen were both keeping an eye on him, perhaps prison would be safer.

After obtaining a miraculous encounter, he wantonly and without a shred of guilt destroyed the person who made him jealous.

Juju did not know how to answer, and Chizhong saw no need to answer.

Early the next morning, everyone got up. Many children had regained some strength after a night of rest.

The laundry room had three compartments with partitions, which were previously used as public restrooms; they had since been filled in and served as a disused storage room.

Nobles, including Lu Wu, each had their own views on having encountered such a superior.

But even if his expression was baffling, a glimmer of craftiness still lingered in Chizhong’s eyes.

Hou Zizhen, wanting to do something, realized that as the Jin army charged into the camp, the situation had spiraled completely out of control.

"Me? I am the one who can take your life, and also the one who can save it. Let’s talk about it in the main hall!" Liu Tianhao said while bypassing the burly man, heading straight toward the inner courtyard hall.

The surrounding mist was gradually receding, and the road became clearly visible, as if everything were vanishing.

The Great Yue had never had the habit of eating ice since ancient times, but ever since Li Qingmu made ice into fruit-flavored ice for Emperor Jianning, this cooling delicacy gradually became popular within the inner palace.

The piercing sound of the air-raid siren echoed in circles, its wailing seemingly trying to outdo the sound of the wind and rain. As night approached, the island became noisy and chaotic. The militiamen who returned to their rooms acted as if facing a formidable enemy; they grabbed the knives and guns from under their pillows, ran down the stairs in a hurry, and braved the pouring rain to rush into the bar and regroup with the researchers.

"Disappearing"? This was not conducive to the peace of the camp. Once someone like the "Acne Girl" leaked the news, it would definitely cause widespread panic, and it was very likely that this riverside fortress would also be reduced to a ghost town.

He had originally thought that associating with foreigners would at least guarantee food and clothing, but reality gave him a merciless slap in the face. Instead of tasting any sweetness, he found himself in a predicament that was going from bad to worse.