125 I Will No Longer Harbor a Secret Crush

"Jiang Zeyu, do you still remember what happened after we got drunk that night?"
Qu Wan finally stopped, looking at him intently. "Do you still remember?"
Jiang Zeyu looked back at her. How could he possibly forget? He even remembered every word that was spoken at the time.
Qu Wan slowly lowered her eyelids, looking somewhat disappointed. "Have you forgotten?"
"I haven't forgotten. I remember everything," Jiang Zeyu said softly.
Qu Wan was startled. She blinked, her eyes sparkling like a vast, starry sky. "You remember everything that was said, too?"
Jiang Zeyu nodded without hesitation.
Qu Wan smiled. "There are some things I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time. I never dared to ask before, but now—"
Xiong Ti silently sighed for this formidable hero who had once dominated the martial arts world. Whether or not he had forgotten this matter was of no consequence to him now; previously, he had thought this "Uncle Ghost" was spouting nonsense, but at this moment, he found every word he spoke quite moving.
She was very fortunate that there was still time. If Helen had arrived just a little bit earlier, she might have witnessed a scene of chaos so filthy it would have been unbearable to behold.

Zhou Xian remained unflustered in dealing with such a brute. He thought to himself that there must be a way to handle this; as long as he could stall for time, it would be fine. However, the Sea-Calming Pearl was extremely nervous at this moment, for it had already sensed that the centaur before them was one of the twelve divine generals.
Under Alexander's command, countless arrows flew toward them. But just the same, those weak, powerless arrows turned into ice shards the moment they entered Annelotte's domain. Furthermore, not even the high-level spells cast by the new president of the Royal Court Mage Association could penetrate her domain.
However, the Imperial Capital Evening News had not yet released its final report; that would have to wait until around four in the afternoon, when their newspapers were fully distributed.
He was unaware of any of this. It seemed that the development of Qixuan UK was going so well—so well that Wu You, Song Miaomiao, and Li Qianhaocheng all felt there was no need to report to him, and that things only required proceeding according to plan.
Behind the screen in the main hall, the space was not wide, nor was it cluttered with many furnishings. There was an altar table, a statue of a deity, and a side door to the left. Everything in the hall could be seen clearly; no one could have escaped through the side door unnoticed. Could Xiong Ti have simply vanished into thin air?
Liao Songyang said, "Everyone has extended a courtesy today, and my Kunlun Sect will certainly not forget it. My thanks to you all!" Though the words were polite, his tone was arrogant; he kept his eyes cast upward, not even glancing at the others.
This was the one who, in Shi Yu's memory, was supposed to have spatial abilities. They had encountered each other before, but Shi Yu seemed unable to recall it at all. Thinking of it this way, Shi Yu's memory was truly abysmal.
Liu An was speechless. It was just a simple question; was there any need to be so shy?
Xu Chu frowned. He didn't like this—lying, being dishonest. Xiahou Dun clearly knew that Gao Shun was no bandit. Could it be that Xiahou Dun had intentionally let him attack Gao Shun?
The North Sea was no longer tranquil. Tsunamis erupted on all sides, which even cultivators at the Pill Transformation realm found difficult to stop, affecting cities hundreds of kilometers beyond the North Sea.

Zong Tao was dejected. Wu Chunying had broken her promise and made groundless accusations, exceeding the scope of her duties.
The martial arts school was very conspicuous, located right at the entrance to the town, and its name was simple: Heluo Martial Arts School.
The night was as dark as ink, yet Qin Xiao could still clearly see the dark, black mist continuously surging from the Smiling Demon Blade.
"Senior, I heard that the treasure map of the Fengxue Tundra is in your possession," Ali brought up out of nowhere.
In this era, prices were relatively low and money still held value; a single copper coin could buy a simple meal, so ten thousand coins was actually a significant sum.
The merchant-like craftiness on his body had vanished completely, replaced by the bandit-like aura of a street-smart desperado.
Zhong Wuhen nodded; he really had no patience, especially when dealing with a half-baked alchemist like this.
The Demon Emperor made up his mind to go and talk to them; perhaps there might be some unexpected turn of events.