137 Go get yourself a pair of glasses.

Qu Wan shook her head at him. "We cannot leave together. Paparazzi could be right beside me this very moment. If we leave together, they'll just claim we're going to a hotel."

Qu Jin sneered and sat back down. "Where is your manager? It’s been so long, and she hasn't called? What about your agency? Is this how they operate? Is this how Gu Shihuan manages you?"

"Why are you talking about Sister Shihuan? She is so busy, and she doesn't just manage this one company. There are so many people; how could she keep track of me?"

"Qu Wan, are you going to keep your head in the sand until the end? An irresponsible agency, an unreliable manager, no fans who genuinely support you, and no notable work to your name. The biggest topic surrounding you is Jiang Zeyu. If he hadn't made your relationship public, you wouldn't even be—"

He looked at this antique-style restaurant, speechless. Great, now the boss's entire family of three had arrived.

I turned to soothe Youyou, who was crying in my arms, ignoring him, though I could feel his gaze fixed upon me, radiating a chilling coldness.

This was also a mortal-grade magical treasure, a defensive one. It was this white barrier that had just blocked their attack. Although the old man had no visible injuries, his face was quite pale. For the four of them to force him into such a state with a single round of attacks was already quite impressive.

As she spoke, Xin Man picked a washed snow pear from the fruit platter and took a large, crunchy bite.

The moment she spoke, Huo Shaochen looked at her in surprise. Lin Zhengnan frowned and voiced a stern objection, and Lin Weiyang insisted on keeping watch through the night, waiting for his sister to wake up.

Ma Fei possessed dual lightning and fire spiritual roots. This type of root inherently held immense destructive power, and he also wielded dozens of top-tier spiritual weapons, all of which resonated with his lightning and fire-attuned energy.

This was a form of exploratory sorcery. Having just entered this place, it was necessary to see what made it unique.

At this moment, a boisterous, middle-aged man shouted, "I’ll treat everyone to drinks and meat!" He was the cultivator who had won the lucky draw.

However, it was difficult to hail a cab at this time and in this location. When a car without a license plate pulled up, Xin Man feared it was an unlicensed taxi.

"Why ask? Isn't it obvious? Rest assured, as long as I am here, I won't let him act recklessly." After saying this, Yang Jiye kept his eyes on the movement in the water.

Bei Yang gripped her arm, teeth clenched. She had no intention of letting this guy off. Though her expression remained calm, a storm raged within her.

Scales layered over his shoulders, wreathed in dragon fire, and the armor radiated a scorching heat... A flame blade suddenly erupted with intense fire, held firmly in Li Guichen's grip.

Everyone looked on, bewildered. Was he really that tough? They had just experienced a sandstorm; were they not afraid? Why weren't they leaving? Besides, there couldn't be much water left in their backpacks, right? After confirming that the two had no intention of boarding, the search and rescue team departed decisively.

Therefore, after the morning court session, the ministers exited the Fengtian Hall as if nothing had happened, avoiding any conversation with Gu Qing.

"Teacher!" Yi Feng wept, tears streaming down his face. For the first time since he was seven years old, he let go of all pretense and revealed his true self.

Chen Ji immediately dispatched several groups to search for Jian Xi's whereabouts. He had to make this girl return obediently; otherwise, this incident would forever remain a stain on the Chen family's reputation.

In such a public competition, having contestants withdraw during the qualifiers due to insufficient numbers was incredibly dishonorable.

Xu Sanchun did not know, but Li Qing was well aware of the extent of Lady Huixin's loyalty to Liang Jiu.

The deputy director stared intently into Jian Xi’s eyes, trying to discern if she was telling the truth. Yet, all he saw were her deep, unfathomable eyes, unable to peer into her heart.

These pills failed to achieve the accelerated soul-reintegration I had hoped for, but they were excellent medicinal supplements for cultivation.

Gong Lingrui paused, raising a palm to the rear to signal a halt. He squinted for a long time before ordering them to proceed.

Thinking of the bright-eyed girl in Jiangnan, Ziyan suddenly felt a pang of sorrow. The girl back then had been so innocent; how had she become someone who calculated every step so meticulously?