Chapter 59 Everything Was Arranged for Herself

Jiang Yunyao noticed his movement. "What are you looking at?"

Xie Yixing wore a strange expression. "I feel a bit cold, as if it's coming from right behind me!"

Jiang Yunyao sat down facing him and carefully examined behind him. Remembering that some restaurants liked to install air conditioners in the ceiling, she looked up.

Sure enough, near a section of withered rattan vines, a corner of an air vent was visible.

"It's the cold air from the air conditioner. That vent is right behind your—"

She bit down hard on her teeth, turning around with a slight tremor, unwilling to let An Yuxi see the painful expression on her face.

Currently, the British were plotting a counter-offensive, continuously reinforcing the garrison at Dublin.

"There's no need, I'll go to you instead." With that, An Yuxi hurriedly hung up the phone. She certainly didn't want others to find out about their affairs; if Feng Xuanyu were to show up at the company, it would inevitably become the talk of the town.

Moon Scar. The moment Yang Xueqing hung up the phone, Mo Ziyan picked up her wine glass again. The red liquid passed her lips as she offered a silent, mocking smile—what a fool.

Liu Xuyucan thought about how lavender had calming properties and mentioned it offhand, but Feng Xuanyu took those words straight to heart.

A white ball of light, a rich source of soul power. The soul energy contained within it made Yi Chen's heart tremble.

"Eighth Elder, are you certain these are for us?" Shan Zhen seemed somewhat incredulous.

The Mr. Song mentioned by Cao Guangpu was named Song Maolin. He was the personal retainer of Cao Guangpu's mother and had always been the chief steward of the Cao family shops.

The sound of the sharp blade slicing through flesh was exceptionally piercing and harsh. With a backhand flick of the Phaseless Emperor Blade in Chu Hen's palm, accompanied by a beam of world-astonishing purple lightning radiance, under countless gazes on the verge of popping out of their sockets, Lei Kun's body was split in two, directly cleaved down the middle.

Watching with her own eyes, a particularly spirited and gorgeous large white horse trotted around her in circles, pacing back and forth, gently brushing its tail across her face and shaking off droplets of water, all her lingering annoyance and depression instantly vanished, nearly making her burst into laughter.

She found that the man standing before her said nothing at all; she couldn't even see his expression. Yet simply by standing there and striking a match, the aura he exuded was almost unbearable to her, making her heart feel so oppressed it seemed on the verge of exploding at any moment.

"Shall we go take a look at the rare-tier ones?" Hesitating for a moment regarding his choice of weapon, Roy walked toward the second floor of the God of Artisans Equipment Shop, as rare-tier equipment was kept upstairs, while the first floor only held fine-tier gear.

Watching helplessly as Luo Qingyue wandered back and forth in front of the stone door in utter helplessness, Ruo Wuxin truly could not bear to watch any longer.

Of course, when speaking of banned films, they do not necessarily deal with taboo subjects. Many people misunderstand banned films, assuming they are all movies that indict the system, accuse society, expose scars, and smear the government.

Luo Qingyue tilted her head, catching the amusement hidden in the depths of Jun Wuxie's eyes, and experienced a sudden flash of insight. Ha, she knew it! Given how well Jun Wuxie understood her, how could she have fooled him so easily?

Wang Bo was like a starving wolf, but the moment he learned he was about to become a father, his perspective on the world changed entirely. That was why he protected傻根 (the foolish root) all along the journey, determined that Wang Li could not suffer the slightest mishap—this was something Wang Bo would risk his life to guard.

However, Wu Fan realized it was a colorless, transparent sphere—a ball that seemed somewhat elastic—that had blocked his hand. When he struck down with force, that transparent sphere actually bounced directly into the center of his brow. Wu Fan's body shuddered violently before he stood frozen in front of the body-refining stone.

Thinking to herself, the city wasn't large; could it be that he went out and ran into Chen Muyang, or Chen Muyang's father, Chen Huaxing?

He loved seeing the curious expression on her face when he told her stories, and he loved seeing that brilliant smile whenever she laid eyes on him.