Volume 1, Chapter 40: Fireworks Cannot Compare to the Beauty of My Wife

"There seems to be a performance over there, my husband, let's go take a look!" Xiao Qingyu's bright eyes were instantly drawn to the commotion ahead.

"Slow down, my dear, don't trip." He stepped forward, gently placing an arm around her slender waist and guiding her forward at a leisurely pace.

"Feizi, let me emphasize this one last time! Between brothers, there is no place for words like 'sorry' or 'thank you'! If you insist on using them, I will take it to mean you don't consider me a brother at all!" Feng Huo took off his glasses, his piercing eyes fixed on me with complete seriousness.

"Not bad, not bad." Just as Pei Ziyun thought this, a sudden "boom" echoed. A bead of blood emerged from the heart of each of the three statues. These beads appeared massive in the space, a pale red tinged with white. As soon as they appeared, they began to orbit each other, emitting a mysterious aura.

"So what if he found out? Do you expect him to kill Bai Bing immediately?" I let out a soft huff.

Yuchi Hong took the wine glass from her hand with one hand, set it aside, turned back, and placed both hands firmly on her shoulders. "What happened to your face?" he asked in a low voice. There was a clear red mark on her cheek.

With his sister's plan so meticulously laid out, how could Lu Chongyu not be tempted? Yet, the thought of his sister having to step into the public eye and contend with others—even if it were merely a contest of skill—filled him with deep reluctance.

He kissed her recklessly, in a feverish, burning, and desperate haze, sparing not a single inch of her skin. His fiery, impassioned body guided every cell, every fiber, and every thought of hers... melting her, devouring her, and burning with her until they turned to ash.

The new clinic had been renovated and prepared; the "Medical Duel" was set for five days later, consisting of three rounds with the winner determined by the highest score.

If only I had thought of this method on the day of the great fire, would things have turned out differently today?

The Silver-Armored Corpse, charging in like a tank, immediately caught the attention of the Snake Demon King. It turned its head, opened its maw, and sprayed a torrent of dark green venom directly at its target.

She looked at Yuchi Hong with displeasure, her mood growing increasingly restless. After a while, she decided not to wait for his response and left on her own.

Although Zhao Jingdong lacked a smile, he did not stir up trouble either, and his words remained as polite as one would expect.

"Auntie, what are you saying? We are all one family; there is no such thing as being an inconvenience, right? Ling Han." He Yumo looked at Ling Han and asked.

To see Miss Xiyue this time, the Crown Prince had gone so far as to use the pretext of performing rites for the late Crown Prince, which showed just how much space Miss Xiyue held in his heart.

That was why she wanted Chu Yun to marry into the Yi family. Even though Yi Jiazhen had refused to acknowledge her existence for all these years and never gave her a pleasant look, he was nonetheless an exceptionally capable man. He might be acting recklessly now, but sooner or later, the entire Yi Group would be handed over for him to inherit and manage.

They tore at each other, exposing one another's secrets, having placed each other in the position of mortal enemies. They were eager to strip away every shred of the other's reputation. Since their relationship had shattered, they would never gather together again. And even if they wanted to set aside their grievances and continue, could they truly trust each other without reservation?

Further on, they encountered another type of monster: the Four-Legged Snake. They were level 70 common monsters, but under Gu Ting's formidable attacks, these snakes did not last long and were all wiped out.

This was the second time Wei Meng had dined with Shen Hao. Perhaps because they were in her usual workspace, Wei Meng did not seem as constrained as before.

"Hahahaha." Yi Jiazhen agilely raised his hand, his large palm landing on top of Tong Ran's head, ruffling his hair into a mess.