Volume 1, Chapter 27: Quiet in the Dead of Night

But now, Wang Yueban can truly be considered a wealthy man. All of this is entirely due to the fact that he was bound by that game system from the future while playing games at work that day.

Therefore, using the grand hall provided by his master that connects all realms, they are preparing to study how to descend into other worlds.

Gradually, he felt his limbs grow increasingly weak, and his consciousness began to blur, as if the sparse canopy could no longer support a dying man who had lost all faith. Before the last remnant of his consciousness faded away, he felt his body tumbling down toward the turbulent river below.

If this were to put Ip Man and the others in danger, it would be something he could not accept.

Following Lu Lingfeng's thoughtless revelation, everyone felt a chill in their hearts and could only press forward, forcing themselves to speed up. As they flew forward, withered bones drifted by under the bridge in the Yellow River from time to time, scaring them so badly that they all turned into Usain Bolts.

Thus, in his dream, he drank bowl after bowl of ginger soup—he did not know how many—until he finally bloated himself awake.

Ye Zhaiying immediately thought of the ancient tomb they had accidentally discovered in the desert of the Lingxiao Continent back then.

With her aunt backing her, she was no longer afraid of anything. She just needed to remember that she did not stay at any inn in the southern part of the city last night, nor did she meet anyone named Weng Ce; she had stayed with her aunt, and that would be enough.

Because her condition was always recurring, she was better now, but it might flare up again any day. She could not be stimulated, nor could she be allowed to have major emotional fluctuations.

"We share the Xiao surname, so it is only right that we care for one another!" Xiao Pingzhong said with a face full of sincerity, appearing to outsiders truly like an older brother concerned for his younger sister.

Ghost Butterfly wiggled her fingers, beginning to summon her bonds until she felt vines wrapping around her fingernails, starting to heal the wounds on her body.

Lin Xue'er was already choked with sobs, "But Brother Qiulin..." he has already become a cripple.

At this moment, calling Wangquan a sword was no longer quite accurate; calling it the Wangquan Saw would be more fitting. The blade, originally as smooth as water, had become jagged after clashing with the Hero Sword hundreds of times, transforming from a lethal weapon into a logging tool. If Logger Vick were here, he would surely exclaim that it was a divine artifact.

It had been a brush with death just moments ago, and he had handed it over to her so easily. What if... what if there was a "what if"?

Chang Gexing nodded with a smile; Han Qinhu, that boorish man, was not actually stupid. However, Chang Gexing knew that his sparing of the farmer was certainly not out of so-called mercy. As a bloodthirsty general of the Great Sui, Han Qinhu only knew the path of slaughter when it came to his enemies; if he were suddenly to show mercy, it would surely be to brew a monstrous storm of blood.

Knowing her actions were unintentional, he wanted to distance himself from her, aware that she was in an unconscious state and could be certain she had no idea what she was doing.

As if knowing what was in Nangong Yu'er's mind, Bai Wushang smiled slightly, light flickering in his hand once more, and five more sets of Supreme Beauty outfits appeared in her hands.

He accidentally tripped on the threshold, stumbled out the door, fell flat on his face, and it took a long time for him to slowly crawl up, dragging one leg as he walked into the distance, leaving behind only a desolate silhouette that vanished into the street.

This was a very imposing and strong man, likely weighing a full three hundred pounds, yet he did not look fat at all; rather, he was truly robust, like a bear.

Hearing Guan Chenji suddenly address her in French, Gu Meng just smiled and said nothing more.

Xiahou Ce seemed to know a little more, and the Buddha's Son must also know something; otherwise, after he told Song Yiyi that matter, why would she have run off to find the Buddha's Son?

Gu Lian did not overthink it. Seeing Yu Youjia wash his hands and turn off the faucet, she handed him a towel in time.

"Good girl." He pressed a kiss to her neck before letting go. Hearing his footsteps fade and the sound of water, Song Yiyi, fearing he would discover her, glanced outside to observe the direction, then pulled the curtain off the rope with both hands and bolted toward the bathroom door.

If Old Master Gu could produce such a high-stakes item without anyone in the entire Gu family knowing, then it was likely that Old Master Gu had also concealed things about his past.

The old man went on stage and spoke a few brief words, and with a unanimous vote, Mo Hai successfully secured the general agency for the south.

Upon returning to G City, Gu Meng stayed in Song Ximing's villa to wait for her delivery. Song Ximing was very good to Gu Meng, granting her every request. Gu Meng was not a difficult person to please, and the two had gone from strangers to confidants who spoke of everything.

Wang Siyao's home was much like Zhao Fuxin's, but not as refined; upon entering, one could see a table and a few chairs.

The entire monastery had vanished, replaced by a crimson whirlwind that enveloped the entire back mountain, with Valentine at the very center of it.

Seeing the two of them talking, Lu Shang could only watch from the sidelines; although he was smiling, he was not very happy.

"That is perfect. Father also needs some masters of the classics to discuss scholarship. If Brother Ji does not mind, Hui can offer an introduction!" Shi Hui smiled; this was his plan—to recommend Ji Xiaolan to Shi Xie.

She rested her chin in her hands, lost in deep thought, biting her lip from time to time in confusion and irritation, completely unaware that Zhuge Liang had already walked over.

Many people were actually aware of this outcome. Because Cui Lie had previously bought his office, his reputation was so foul that no one would associate with him. This impact even extended to his son, who had been ostracized in the army for two years.

Lin Yu sighed. Why were the opening lines of all villains so similar? Could they not have a little originality?

Ah Miao, who had been dozing the whole time, suddenly sat up, perked up its ears, and lazily flicked its cat tail.

Who would have thought that Ye Fan, who should have been the most agitated by this, would have an expression of "as expected" on his face.

"Wait a moment; after dealing with these, there is another meeting, and we can go eat then." Lu Chen did not expect him to explain so much.

With a soft sigh, Beauty Song nodded, signaling that he understood. He said no more and walked straight away into the distance.