Volume 1, Chapter 30: He had yet to even taste Sisi's cooking.

Wang Xiaodao withdrew his gaze, only then noticing a soldier standing behind the young bride. The man stood motionless, his eyes cold and sharp, like a wolf guarding its prey. Wang immediately wiped the smile from his face, rubbed his hands repeatedly against his clothes, and with a practiced air, pulled out a cigarette case to offer one: "Good day, officer. Care for a smoke?"

Yesterday was Sunday, and Zhang Ming arrived at Zhang Mengmeng’s house to attend her family gathering.

The massive roar made eardrums throb, and reflecting the giant firelight in the sky, it instantly shook the entire Yanmen Pass.

Lin Feng’s indifferent attitude completely infuriated Li Donghai. The so-called professor revealed a sinister side in his rage; after giving the young policeman a signal, he strode directly up to Lin Feng.

Chen Qiaoshan never intended to blend into the mainstream circles. His capital was his grasp of future trends. In his spare time, being a non-mainstream economist was not a bad idea; after all, even Fermat managed to become the king of amateur mathematicians, so this goal of his shouldn’t be too difficult.

Of course, having learned from the earlier encounter with the suddenly appearing Tibetan Mastiffs, Lin Feng moved much more cautiously. Since the opponent could keep mastiffs in the villa, it was only logical that they would arrange for bodyguards as well.

Chen Qiaoshan eavesdropped for a long time and couldn't help but feel a sense of profound admiration for the man behind him. This guy had some nerve; Zhuang Li’s man was already a multi-millionaire, yet he was penniless, and he still dared to ask her to wait two years for him. Wasn't he afraid she would spit in his face? Thinking of this, Chen Qiaoshan couldn't help but feel inferior by comparison.

Guard One looked toward his companion. But Guard Two had no intention of speaking and kept his head lowered.

And with Mother bringing "Hidden Fragrance" today, could it mean that Yan'er, my sister who fled her marriage, is finally willing to return home?

The mountains and forests were rich in resources; rare medicinal herbs, difficult to find elsewhere, could be discovered here. The area where the group now stood belonged to the inner circle, rarely visited by anyone, and the number of spiritual herbs was countless.

Seeing the online discussion, Zhang Fan laughed. He had witnessed the power of Phoenix Legend’s songs. In another world, their songs were the standard for square dancing—the addictive, brainwashing nature of their music was hard for anyone to match.

"Everyone, let's share our clues, otherwise, more people will die in the remaining days," Old Hu urged. The other newcomers also looked collectively toward Jia Xi and his group.

Although he was rebuffed, Corvus Glaive did not get angry; he simply watched the development of events quietly.

Seeing Li Sun-kyu’s flower-like smile, Lee Ji-ho reached out, wrapped his arms around her neck, and leaned down to kiss her.

Following that, Moon also walked in, the puppet’s gaze fixed on each of the players as they entered.

Ye Tian’s eyes held a sneer. Everyone was eating dinner without looking up, and even Li Ling, who had spoken up earlier, fell silent.

George looked with shock and terror at the hulking man with dense chest hair who had called him "sweetheart." He couldn't help but shiver, then quietly shuffled two steps to the side.

Tang Yueheng suddenly burst into loud laughter, her face twisted with rage.

Although the two said as much, they did not linger. While they both envied Lin Yu, they knew it was better to leave the current situation to Li Qing, as there was nothing they could do.

These guys were the only ones who didn't have to sacrifice their own kin to the Ao-Dragon for food, which made it easier for them to speak with such detachment.

Xuanji gathered her long hair, the wooden comb sliding from the top of her head again and again. Her black hair wove through the white horn comb, cascading down behind Shen Yingxing.

Just as she was thinking this, she did not expect Fenghua to have already made a move. His slender fingers rested on her cheeks, and Fenghua gazed into her eyes, slowly lowering his head. Their breaths drew closer and closer until they merged, and Fenghua’s elegant, thin lips covered hers, leaving not a sliver of space between them.