Volume 1, Chapter 124: I Love You, But, Goodbye!

Qin Wanwan got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face. By the time she returned, Gu Chi had already put away the gown she had tossed aside in a mess and prepared her coat and shoes.

He claimed it was to let Mai Manxiang try them on, but in reality, he was doing it for her to see—showing her that neither he nor Qin Wanwan were people she could ever reach or compare to.

Jin Lufeng had booked the flight tickets online. He went to exchange them while Jian Rui waited in the VIP lounge.

She trembled, not daring to speak, nor even to turn and flee. The guests looked over once more, but this time, their gazes were no longer filled with contempt or disdain, but with fear. A figure capable of unleashing such terrifying murderous intent, even if just a youth, was a formidable presence indeed; no one wished to provoke him.

Yin Langge had been busy in the kitchen. Wen Yang did not want to go in and be alone with him, so she stayed in the bedroom scrolling through her phone. Seeing the news about Yin He’s assassination, she hurriedly made a call to confirm.

Han Fengye frowned as he looked at the massive crater below. A moment ago, a streak of red light had surged from that guy’s body, neutralizing most of the force behind his punch; otherwise, that single strike would have been enough to kill him outright.

Xu Xia burst out of the elevator in a flurry, her high heels clicking rapidly as she rushed to the door of Zhuo Yanan’s office and barged in without knocking.

As he spoke, something warm and soft covered her back—it was a hot towel.

Was it really worth spending years cultivating a subordinate, only for a performance that lasted a few months and ended in failure?

"Senior Number Seven has bid one billion spirit stones. Is there anyone who will bid higher?" Dongfang Qi’er couldn't help but ask.

Tang Yun did not believe in these things, or rather, he could not quite understand them. Yet, it was clear that Waters had convinced the people of Komeia to believe; at least, he had bewitched two-thirds of the population into supporting him.

A few days later, Qian Qingxi bid farewell to Feng Wang’e and Qian Moling, and set off toward the Western Pool Kingdom with Yu Hu and her two maids.

Qin Hao’s expression was also gloomy. Seeing the Martial King nearby acting in such a way, he cursed inwardly.

For some reason, he raised his spear and decided to frighten the exhibitionist. He intended for his spear to graze just above the man's neck. As his body moved, the spear thrust forward.

"Oh, look at the two lovebirds!" Nangong Bai appeared on the roof, and seeing Bai Yan and Liu Xingshuang sitting so close together, he couldn't help but tease.

However, it was two days later before Zhen Qi was able to speak clearly. Though there were no outward signs of improvement, she could at least talk. Tang Liuchuan sat down, determined to find out how she had ended up in such a state.

After Mu Yidai woke up, she weakly raised a hand and pointed first at Qian Qingxi, though her eyes were filled with an endless void.

Even if there are no traces of white clouds within this yellow dust, there are still those of righteous spirit. Even if they are not heroes of chivalry, they are not unworthy of being called true men. Who is to judge? Only time.

Shi Lantao wore an expression that seemed to say, "I don't know whether to believe you or not." He looked up, pondered for a moment, and wrote eight characters in her palm: "A white snake enters a dream; a true dragon manifests."

The day after the heist, having extorted the local thug "Third Brother," the group finally returned to a life of plenty. Nangong Bai gave everyone ten gold coins, warning them to spend it wisely.

I kissed her again. "What are you talking about? Those were words from the bottom of my heart." My understanding of anime is undoubtedly a combination of my own repeated refinement and the critiques of others—it’s a unique perspective.

The Power of the Overgod—another miraculous thing. Arnold silently committed it to memory, convinced that he, too, would one day possess this power.

He felt that the Italian top draft pick Bargnani had too many privileges without the corresponding talent to back them up, which was disheartening.

As they traveled further south, the weather became much hotter. These people from the north quickly shed their winter clothes for thin spring attire, revealing the curves of their figures.

"Perhaps! But I’m not very worried. We’ll know in five hundred years. Since the Overgods cannot enter that material plane, my Earth Divine clone will surely be safe," Arnold said.

Honestly, if not for that massive fan base, it would be a miracle if it sold over 300,000 copies.

Wan Gengxin looked at his own disheveled reflection in the bathroom mirror and, unable to control his frustration, punched the glass with all his might.

Although An Jie certainly couldn't compare to those perimeter players in terms of dribbling, among the big men, his ball-handling skills were absolutely elite.

The blood-red arc surged forward aggressively, but when the ball of black energy collided with it, it shattered as easily as glass. The missed energy ball continued its momentum, shooting diagonally into the sky and carving a massive hole through the ink-black clouds.

Johnson drove straight to the front court—would he easily drop the ball into the hoop and end this possession?

Nangong Baiyi was stunned, his mind filled with questions. How could Ye Tianyu know his mother, and how could he make her appear?

On the afternoon after the meal, white clouds intertwined in the sky, and the scorching sun baked Feng City. In the Evil King’s mansion, four men sat around a table in the main hall. The man in the brown brocade robe looked at Feng Qiye with a smirk and sighed.

Zhao Gou recited their official ranks one by one; the first five were eighth-rank officials, and the sixth was a seventh-rank official.

Yin Rongyu drove to the Ruolan Club. As soon as he entered the lobby, staff members respectfully greeted him and led him to the private room where Yin Quangui and Yu Chengchi were waiting.

Half an hour ago, an outstanding-looking youth in red had challenged Li Wuxin to a duel on the spot, unleashing relentless killing moves. Even after hundreds of rounds, neither could gain the upper hand.

According to Fu Shaojun’s rhetoric, he had a way out, but neither the Feng family nor the Situ family did. If Gu Meng refused to compromise with Fu Shaojun, the Situ family would inevitably be implicated. Was Fu Shaojun waiting for a fallout between the Situ family and Gu Meng, so as to strip Gu Meng of more of her support?

A look of impatience gradually appeared on Yu Xia’s face. She looked toward Yu Qi with concern, but ultimately could see nothing.

After Yue Yun returned, he went straight to Zhao Fuxin’s room, where Zhao Fuxin was admiring his jade pendant at the table.

"Then come pick me up. You must welcome me at the city gates personally, or else I won't come back with you." She was pushing her luck.

But the unavoidable truth was that Che Wuyou had now founded Nanche and stood as its master. Even if the super-powers were tempted by him and wanted to pull him into their camp, it was no longer possible.