Volume 1, Chapter 31: Yunxi's Identity as a Maidservant

They traveled by day and stayed at inns by night. Zhang An was by nature a man of few words, and Su Yue always felt a subtle tension between them. Consequently, they spoke very little throughout the journey. However, Zhang An was impeccable in his conduct toward her, remaining consistently respectful and attentive.

"Master?" Wu Hao was momentarily stunned. But that made sense; he hadn't seen his master for some time. "That’s fine then. Let’s go, Brother Majia." "Right!" Majia replied, walking shoulder to shoulder with Wu Hao toward Star Peak.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Long drove to the entrance of Southeast University to pick up Zhao Yanyan. They found a decent restaurant and each ordered a few of their favorite dishes.

Xiao Long had originally intended to wait for Wang Fengchun to call first so he could seize the opportunity to demand a higher price. But it was clear that this was no longer the time to haggle. After he placed the call, it turned out that the parents of the missing persons had all gathered at Wang Fengchun’s end, though they had yet to reach a consensus, leaving Wang Fengchun looking utterly helpless.

Just as he was feeling frustrated, he suddenly felt as if something had clamped onto his throat. Then, it felt as if something surged into his body, followed by the sensation that something was trying to tear away a piece of his consciousness.

An Nianchu had no time to respond before her head was cradled by Qin Muchen. His lips descended gently, his thin, sensuous mouth lingering and suctioning against hers. The tip of his tongue patiently and stubbornly pried at her pearly teeth, pulling her into a tight embrace that pressed their bodies closely together.

Boom! Suddenly, Long Ba rose to his full height, his golden pupils filled with icy gleams. Whoosh, whoosh—dangerous undulations rippled across his sturdy frame.

Xiao Long’s mind went blank for a moment, a thought rising in his heart: Damn, this girl isn't actually falling for me, is she? Or is it because I touched her all over, and now she’s developed complicated feelings for me?

As the car slowed to a stop, Su Nian’an glanced sideways and saw a cinema. She turned her head to look at Qin Muchen.

As the Azure Dragon spoke, the refined smile he had worn from the start vanished completely, replaced by a trace of nervousness. He reached out with his left hand to pick up the fragrant tea from the coffee table, took a sip to soothe his throat, and only when he set it back down did his expression return to normal.

"President, do not be anxious. Isn't this the same path you took when you came last time? You didn't encounter any danger then, so surely you won't this time," his confidant immediately interjected. Having served as a sort of strategist for Cheng Peng, he knew a great deal about the situation.

Xu Enbo asked with uncertainty, then looked around the cabin to see no other items that resembled cargo. He frowned, his tone unfriendly: "What is Song Tianyao up to?"

"No, that's not it. I came in on my own. I didn't know where the supervisor was, so I was just wandering around, trying to find him," Li Guyu quickly waved her hands and shook her head in denial.

Although Tang Qiuzhen did not study Western medicine, having stayed at Zhonghai Hospital for so long, she knew the prices of these drugs. The prescription contained many imported medications, and the cost was indeed not cheap—roughly over a thousand—but there was no way it could reach twenty thousand.

Xi Jin sighed again, pulled out some old wine, took a few sips, and after gathering his thoughts, finally left the valley.

Abe Qingxuan smiled, knowing exactly what Jiang Xiazi was thinking. He ruffled her soft hair, suddenly realizing that perhaps this wasn't so bad. There was no need to overthink; life was quite happy this way. Nations and ethnicities no longer had anything to do with him.

"Three Steps"—that was the nickname he had earned back in Taiyuan for composing a poem in three steps. He hadn't expected Li Xiuning to know it.

Muyu, who had been quietly waiting on the sidelines, felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth and a sudden, strong sense of crisis.

"Boss Chen, Boss Huang, why are you both here?" Liu Chui-niu asked as he entered, seeing many high-society bosses present.

The ominous premonition she had felt earlier surfaced in her heart once more, making her feel inexplicably irritable and restless.

The disparity in their numbers was staggering, yet looking at the map alone, it was impossible to tell what kind of conflict had arisen between the humans and the Vastaya.

The blonde bombshell, fingers flying across the screen as she typed, felt her pupils constrict slightly, her breathing quickening.

After the afternoon nap, before Xu Nian could find the right moment to talk to his mother, Mother Xu quietly dragged him into their bedroom while he was busy drinking water.

"Then they are beyond saving. Even if a cultivator from the Dragon Transformation Realm came, I would still slaughter them without hesitation." The Heavenly Prince was not boasting; for an emperor-level figure, killing such "blank slate" cultivators across a major realm was as easy as eating or drinking.

Their eyes were filled with arrogance, as if they could already see Shen Han motionless, begging for mercy before them.

Feng Jizhen, clearly realizing the situation after his recent setback, quickly shifted his combat strategy.

The arrival of Terui Ryu brought immense pressure upon Terui Kanio, who had already been pulling all-nighters for several days.

Just as Wu Suowei was silently complaining, a figure riding an electric scooter suddenly appeared ahead.

"How did the earliest ancestral masters break through without secret techniques?" Lu Zetian couldn't help but ask.

No matter how strong his symbiotic treasure was, it resided within Qi Wudi’s body; its strength was for the future, not the present.

His armor of resilience was a set of hideous bones hidden within his flesh, which would instantly tear through the surface when deployed, cruel and bloody.

The monster servants pressed beneath them roared like thunder, tearing trees to shreds, their evil aura sweeping away everything that blocked the view.

After hesitating for a moment, Xue Yuqiong gritted her teeth. *A kiss is just a kiss, what's the big deal? Anyway, since I'm going to be with this rascal, I won't be able to avoid his bullying.* Closing her eyes, she gently pecked Chu Haoran on the cheek.

Just as the five hundred audience members and media judges were preparing to leave their seats, the mentor Xie Huan and Ye Lan both stood up, walked to the center of the stage, and gestured to their respective students, You Zishi and Su Yin, signaling loudly for everyone to please stay.