Volume 1, Chapter 38: When Love Wanders Alone

Lu Ping thought to himself that things were going a little too smoothly. He knew how arduous every step of starting a business could be for a regular person; having the backing of a powerful force truly made things much easier.

Lu Yan and the other two scrambled over to retrieve the targets. Upon seeing the bullet holes, all three were left speechless.

With a grandfather so cautious and meticulous, how could he have fallen into Jing Mo's trap in his previous life, leading to the execution of his entire family? What exactly had he missed in his past life?

For some reason, whenever He Qingchuan mentioned that the activities of evil cultivators had become more frequent lately, Li Yang could not help but think of the now-obliterated Emperor E, wondering if there was some connection between the two.

I am sorry, but to Fang Mo, this mysterious creature remained extraordinarily enigmatic; he could honestly say he had no idea what it truly represented.

Inside the front hall, Cheng Yaojin was sitting comfortably in a rocking chair, holding a bowl of wine. Huajiao and Hujiao were attending to him on either side, one fanning him while the other held a plate of thinly sliced spiced beef. Cheng Yaojin took a sip of wine and a bite of meat, looking perfectly at ease.

The two men sitting at the same table as the large man had initially dismissed his claims, thinking he was just boasting. However, seeing his mysterious demeanor, they still could not help but ask about it.

They understood such young men very well—they talked a great game, acting as if they knew everything about military operations, and even looked down upon special forces units like theirs, which lacked international rankings.

It turned out that Li Er had been struck by the sight of the formation, moving in perfect, synchronized steps under the command of Cheng Chumo, passing through the deep pit filled with filth on the training ground without a single pause, maintaining perfect alignment even while marching through the mire.

To this day, the only people truly in charge, besides Xin Gong and Pei Yuzhi, are you and me.

Sang Qingrou immediately rolled her eyes at him. Given the current circumstances, she could not believe he was still in the mood to joke around.

Zhao Ying reflected on her past life; she had indeed pleaded on behalf of Zhao Che, even though no one had asked her to—she had taken the initiative to beg the Emperor Zhaoning.

Five days after Luo Ming left, dozens of sects had arrived one after another to relocate here. With the colossal Qingtian Sect as a presence, the other sects coexisted peacefully. Furthermore, through mutual messaging, more sects were still on their way.

"I'm sorry, I... I was just a little, startled..." She looked away, struggling to compose herself.

This was why, despite the human race having two fixed spots, they still argued until they were red in the face with other races every time.

Lu Jing thought to himself that if someone had treated him that way, and he possessed the same level of skill, he would have fought back long ago.

Sang Qingrou followed them out, worried, but even from a distance, she could feel the air around them beginning to freeze.

Thus, Su Yun never expected that the first person she would see upon returning to the Duke's mansion would be Bai Ziyi.

What other options did she have? She had exhausted every method, even stooping to the most humble postures, only to end up a laughingstock. The only way to win her cousin's heart was... Feng Yanzhi touched the Soul-Severing Incense in her purse and stepped into her inner chamber.

After another round of busywork, getting a mountain of prescriptions and a list of medical instructions, Jiang Yun was carried home on Li Caixia's back, feeling dizzy and confused.

Before leaving home, she had done some research on the local customs and traditions of this country and had even looked through several picture books.

Because of one lie from Lan Xinyan, Yuan Qiuhua was promoted to "teacher's wife," only to be later treated with polite distance and cold avoidance by her classmates, effectively isolating her.

But later, having nowhere else to go, they felt that the Duke's mansion was at least a place of extreme prestige—a family they would never have dared to dream of associating with in normal times.

Seeing that he had bumped into the girl and made her cry with the smell of his pipe, the man apologized profusely. He knocked his pipe against his palm to clear the burning tobacco and stepped on the embers to extinguish them.

Bai Lan gritted her teeth in hatred whenever she thought of this... If it hadn't been for that meddlesome person, she would have reached the Demon Realm long ago.

How should one put it? Typical idols are just idols, lacking real substance. But musicians in bands generally possess more genuine talent. If a band already has talent and adds the popular visual appeal of the current era, they naturally have a much longer career than the average idol.

Having just parted ways at the hospital, running into them again could only be described as fate.

Seeing Zhou Chunshu lying on the ground with his knee and finger joints swollen red, his body shaking violently, everyone was gripped by panic.

That spot was not far from the earthen wall, the ground as smooth and hard as if it had been leveled with cement.

To make her understand that I meant no harm, I complied by stepping back three or four steps. As she looked up at me, the stiff, bark-like wrinkles on her face trembled slightly.

"Young Master Xia, what are you saying? Being able to host you is my good fortune." The Prefect of Luocheng spoke with a sycophantic expression, though in his heart, he was thinking about the message from the Prince of Jin's mansion, which ordered him to remain still and wait for the Prince to handle everything personally.

Of course, being able to afford a bottle of Hennessy that cost 30 million yen, the other party's net worth was, generally speaking, quite substantial.

Principal Tu's fair face flushed slightly, and she looked somewhat embarrassed. Her condition was not a serious illness, but if she did not take care of it, there could be rather severe consequences.

However, just as Su Jinxi was about to make a move, a chaotic and noisy sound suddenly erupted from behind her.

"Uncle Gu, Auntie Bai, Happy New Year!" Ye Xiangfeng and Xue Fuli called out as soon as they entered the house.

After all, my child didn't do anything to you; it was just revenge. Why can't you handle the consequences?

Song Yu was born with fair, pinkish skin and did not tan. Of course, this was not to say she had some supernatural gift, but rather that her natural complexion was so good that even if she did tan, she would still be fairer than the average person.

After attacking for a while, aside from mining some surface-level sink-iron, he had not obtained a single piece of the deep-seated iron.

Watching Qin Xiao's departing back, the police officer and Gu Yue, whom he was pulling along, had mixed expressions. The officer seemed fine, nodding slightly at Qin Xiao's back with a look of gratification.

This was to tell Song Yu and Jian Mo that as long as the investment arrived, their household registration could be processed immediately. Of course, if the money did not arrive, that would be another story.