Volume One, Chapter 32: Li Ruochu Is Kidnapped

It was already seven o’clock in the evening, yet the lights in the R&D department still blazed brightly. Led by Wells, every member of the department was working overtime. Everyone believed that games were nothing but a waste of time, so when the e-sports industry emerged, few held much hope for it.

Warner clapped him on the shoulder, simply uttering the word “exam,” and said nothing more.

Yan Chenyi seemed not to have heard An Yan’s words at all. He simply handed a lunchbox to Le Feng, then placed another, more securely wrapped box on the bedside table.

At that moment, for example, as soon as Kai reached level four, he instantly unleashed his ultimate move, used Flash to close in on Mengqi, and delivered a fierce onslaught.

“You forgot last time…” At this point, Shi Zhuxi abruptly fell silent, suddenly recalling that she had attended that gathering under the name Bamboo Deity.

Leighton was a man of many talents, skilled with his hands. With a foundation in electronic engineering, he could even build his own experimental equipment.

Perhaps, in the real world, Ling Yu too was often away from home for long stretches before returning. But now, having crossed over into another world, the sensation was utterly different.

Le Ying shyly bit her slightly swollen lips and nestled softly into Yan Chenyi’s arms, lost in sweet affection.

What kind of person was Yun Jin? Enigmatic and unfathomable—a man so inscrutable that none in this world could truly harm him.

Zhu Ling feared I would wake to find myself alone, so she left Zhuo Li behind. Before she departed, she said, “Father is the son, and the son is the father.”

Guzi said nothing, but his eyes darted everywhere. He saw Japanese soldiers patrolling the street from time to time, and people already exercising in the garden at dawn.

Occasionally, the trees around us rustled. There was no night wind, so it could only mean some wild beast was stealthily making its way toward us along the branches.

Zhang Yang recalled when he had treated Chen Yanxi and their brief physical contact. She had been so averse to it then. Just now, Tu Jianfeng had merely brushed her, and her expression was fierce enough to devour him. To think she would actually allow Tu Jianfeng to hold her hand—Chen Yanxi must truly have thrown caution to the wind.

Ye Chen walked along, observing as he went. The most ordinary mortal atmosphere, genuine and unadorned, brought back memories of his century of living incognito among humankind—scenes still vivid in his mind.

In that instant, Zhang Yang’s heart was torn by countless battles between good and evil, impulse and reason. In the end, reason triumphed over all.

“Qinghan, you’re still unwell. Why did you come downstairs? I’m fine—you don’t need to worry.” After saying this, Mo You was about to run upstairs. But whether by chance or pretense, she suddenly clutched her hand, which was instantly stained with blood.

In a flash, he realized who was watching him, but outwardly he acted unaware, blending into the bustling crowd of the main street.

Perhaps this Liu Xiameng really was, as Master Lin claimed, planning to lure him away from this troubled place and then keep what he held for herself.

August 21st. The Battle of the Sacred Domain entered its fourth day. Though neither side had yet claimed victory, the struggle was at its most critical point.

What came next was of utmost importance—the very reason Zhang Tianyang had come to the Lihuo Dynasty.

“Find that foreigner and provoke him until he wants to crawl into a hole somewhere.” Perhaps Han Jie had drunk too much and failed to notice Wang Yuhua signaling him with her eyes, so he simply poured out his thoughts.

Catching the playful glint in the NPC’s eyes, Long Tian guessed his intentions. Since the man was clearly toying with him, was there any need to respond seriously?

Unable to think of a better way to resolve the issue, I could only shift the focus onto Sister Gu.

Fortunately, Chen Feng sat by the window. Few noticed his predicament; had he been in an aisle seat, many would have seen and laughed at his sorry state.

Luo directly helped Ru Hua open the table. He pressed a white button on the windowside tabletop, and rows of condiments appeared. The portions were small, but enough for one person.

The former Jian family villa, once lively with new owners, had again fallen silent and empty—only two poppy plants in the garden continued to grow.

Several times along the way, if not for Chen Feng’s desperate attempts to comfort her, Nangong Yunying would have burst into tears before the gangsters, revealing her identity and returning with them to Duke Stephen’s house to rescue her mother.

Overnight, the Red Moon Dynasty had occupied the imperial capital without a sound. However unbelievable it seemed, everyone was forced to accept it: the Red Fox Empire was now history, and the Red Moon Dynasty once again ruled the empire.

Suddenly, she regretted not heeding Sister Tang’s advice to bring gloves—especially rubber ones.

Afterward, she did not linger or interfere further, simply returning to her own desk.

Mo Wushang’s clothes, already disheveled from earlier passion, had been hastily left in disorder when she rushed to leave. Now, after Su Jingmo’s further disturbance, they were even more undone, revealing her delicate collarbone.

“Take me away from here? Has Ni Shang returned? Father-in-law, has Ni Shang come back?” A young man in a gray robe rushed to Lian Haiping’s side. With his unkempt beard and haggard face, it was clear he was Shui Wuyang, who had been imprisoned for over half a year.

Ying Xuan could tell these men were no ordinary folk—either wealthy or noble. He was loath to stir up trouble on Song territory; once such young lords nursed a grudge, they clung like maggots to the bone, impossible to shake off.

The negative emotions that had been festering since yesterday began to stir again at Chi Mian’s questioning.

In this matter, Liu Honglin had not set any traps for Ying Hao. Five hundred suits of standard armor were loaded onto five large carts, and rows of cold, gleaming spears stood upright.

A dull and piercing sound crashed against Ying Xuan’s ear, jarring and unbearable. At that moment, a hand suddenly appeared on his chest, sending a tremendous force through his body, pushing him four or five meters away.