Volume 1, Chapter 25: A Second Marriage

Lin Ming stared at the screen. That email address was a presidential inbox he had set up specifically so that anyone with any concerns could reach him directly.

The fans in the live stream were deeply moved; the scene Yi Shuihan described was so beautiful that it stirred a sense of yearning in everyone.

"There is a way to avoid being controlled, and it is a win-win solution," Feng Yihan said nonchalantly, leaving Feng Yichen even more perplexed.

Wang Peng, however, was confused. After the other person let out that cry, there was a long silence, and they made no further movement. Yet, judging by their breathing, they did not seem to have fainted again.

Walking along the bustling streets, her eyes would constantly search for his shadow—the places they had once visited, the spots where they had held each other in deep embraces, and the long avenues they had walked hand in hand.

The clerk asked in surprise, "So, Mother Yang also knows Japanese?" Yang Feier thought to herself, I did study Japanese for a few days back then. Although I didn't reach an advanced level, it's more than enough to handle a lackey like you.

This time, Lin Ming noticed that the swordsman stepping onto the field was none other than Duan Guangyuan, the one he had been hoping to recruit.

"Running around?! Captain Zhang, is she awake? She was asleep when we left!" a voice filled with surprise came through the phone.

Yuan Baojing laughed, "You worry about Mo Jun, but doesn't he worry about you being captured the moment you show your face? I can always get away, don't worry." With that, he grabbed a heavy cloak from his room and slipped out silently.

There wasn't a single blade of grass or a tree here, only a river. The water was incredibly murky, filled with the corpses of low-level creatures. The rotting bodies emitted a stench so foul that one couldn't help but pinch their nose.

Daiqin sliced the meat-stuffed stomach into four pieces and placed one on Gao Yonghua's plate, telling him to dip it in chive flower sauce.

It was deep into the night. Even though Luo Feiyu had hidden himself well, how could he escape the insight of a super soldier, whose own presence was brighter than a lightbulb?

His palm moved upward, gently stroking her slightly fluffy black hair, his movements slowing down until they were almost a caress. His eyes were clear, holding that specific look they sometimes wore.

No matter how his father or his eldest brother scolded him, or what they said about Wanwan, that was a matter for the family behind closed doors. Who did Qin Chao think he was, daring to suggest that his Wanwan should be a mistress?

The village chief snatched the cigarette back from A-Lai-Fu's hand, looking at both of them and saying, "Whoever favors the village chief, give me the cigarette."

A terrifying sound, as if even the spine had frozen, echoed from somewhere within the body believed to be the younger sister. Clearly, these were not idle words. It rang directly through our brains, as if thoughts were being poured straight into our minds.

"The water release isn't up to me. Go find the director." The director he referred to was the head of the Development Zone Management Committee, who held the same rank as the banner chief and was one level higher than Huhe Bari.

This feeling made me feel fortunate, and I remained clear-headed until I arrived at the street clinic.

His eyes shifted, and without a shred of mercy, he snapped the arm of the contact person who had spoken up.

Pushing the door open gently, Su Xuan strode across the threshold, and a figure of slight astonishment immediately came into view.

Gu Yi watched her; she looked like a hamster, clearly fuming, yet forced to hold her breath, nodding desperately in a display of self-abandonment.

"Aren't you going to open it and see?" Shen Mochen's ink-jade eyes followed Taozi's gaze as it fell upon the blue envelope.

The young men of the Su family clenched their fists, vowing to cultivate hard and strive to catch up with their younger sister as soon as possible.

For some reason, his gaze suddenly lingered on Tang Huan, who was focused entirely on applying medicine to herself.

"Damn it, you dare to punish me, Bao? You want to kill me? What time do you think it is? Do you think I'm afraid of you? ...Hmph, hmph." Bao Xin wore a ferocious expression, his eyes gleaming with malice as he sneered. A man of his type feared nothing more than losing his own life, and valued nothing less than the lives of others. Anyone who threatened him was out of luck.

Coupled with the loud sound of the explosion, very few people heard Gu Yi's panicked and composed outburst.

Countless soldiers scrambled to secure the heavy, massive catapult. Several servants worked together to load a heavy stone into the leather pouch. "Fire!" Dozens of soldiers in the front pulled hard, and the stone projectile was flung out, whistling toward the battlements of Puyang City.

Within the factions of the imperial court, no one dared to reach their hands into the palace. Thus, the people Zhuo Yilan could suspect were limited.

Sure enough, the acidity of the vinegar was just right, with a hint of subtle heat; the sour and spicy combination was perfect, making one's appetite soar.

"Brothers, do you know who came to the second floor to drink earlier?..." Zhu Gui asked in a soft, mysterious, and smiling voice.

Lady Ning looked dismissive. "No need. I never intended to look at these account books. Since Lady Liu dared to send them over, the surface accounts are bound to balance." She wasn't going to waste the effort.

Tang Xi stared at him, his eyes filled with deep mockery. His strikingly handsome face radiated a cold chill, creating a scene so dark and alluring that it was indescribably terrifying.

Since they dared to come and provoke her, ignoring her existence, she wouldn't be a pushover; she would have to teach them a lesson.

Sun Zhuo once again charged into the restricted area to battle the opponent's interior players. When using his own body, Sun Zhuo was accustomed to using force to push past opponents to complete layups or dunks. But now, in Iverson's body, he naturally couldn't do that; Iverson's strength and weight were not enough to contend with interior players.