Chapter 54: Sisters in Bloom

If Zheng Qian hadn’t refused to marry Jin Lu back then, he wouldn’t have joined Chen Weiqiang’s company as vice president, nor would he have met the two beauties, Deng Shuxin and Deng Yuqing. The road ahead is still long. Without the vast financial backing of the system behind him, entering the world of capital would have meant being played for a fool. What use is having over a hundred million in assets? True capitalists can make your money vanish in an instant.

"Heh, let them go. The more who come, the better," the dark-faced elder said with narrowed eyes, smiling. "Without them, the domain left by the Dark Lord God cannot be unraveled."

The one protected and trusted is Su Shiyun. Even if she truly makes mistakes, no one would believe it. On the entire journey back, no one asked how she felt. Was she just a wisp of air? She hoped to find a chance to escape from here! Watching quietly, his expression calm, Qu Lanfeng, who was laying out the battle plan, smirked coldly inside.

"But how can I bear to if it’s like this?" Xian’er’s eyes reddened; her heart ached beyond words.

Without notice, she entered Xu Ling’s room directly. Xu Ling was in disarray inside; hearing his sister’s voice, his face flushed immediately.

Feelings are sometimes so strange. Not long ago, they were inseparable, yet now, they treated each other coldly.

Incidents of bears suddenly attacking are frequent. The bear before them looked fierce and irritable; if it hurt the prince or princess, that would be disastrous.

The crowd felt a wave of nausea; when they realized they had been swallowed by that gigantic flower, the scene before them suddenly turned dim and obscure.

Gao Lili went to the restroom while Angel ordered another Long Island Iced Tea. Her bright eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a lazy, feline charm.

Feeling something forced down, the soft lips, tinged with spice, quickly withdrew.

The young man’s handsome brows furrowed lightly as he scoffed, “Truly foolish.” Before his words finished, a slender figure leapt into the lake.

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“We want to reconcile with you,” Ao Yin said, restraining his anger. Ao Mo was unwilling, especially since his cultivation and soul were injured by Qin Feng, yet Ao Huang watched him closely, fearing he might cause trouble.

As for Li Xiao’an, he had intended to sit beside Song Lanxi but found her leg resting on the chair. When he switched sides, her leg switched too. Due to the peculiar seating, he could only sit opposite Jin Zheng.

The dragon-and-phoenix carved screen, gilded and shining, was exquisitely crafted with no transparency. Behind it was a side door—a perfect hiding spot for eavesdropping.

“Hmm? It’s back to zero? Wasn’t it negative before?” Qin Feng’s curiosity was piqued, but thinking about needing to reach 100 affection points with the other party, he deemed it an impossible task.

“That’s good. Let’s go. Please join me for porridge,” Liu Qingyan said, stepping into the government office.

“Nothing much, just that he’s trying to decide what style to present. It’s been a long time since he’s given her a birthday gift, and he wants to make it perfect. I don’t understand these things, but you probably do, right?” Jian Shen smiled as he asked.

White was cold like the harshest winter, black hot as the most terrifying summer. She didn’t understand how such extremes could coexist in one body, but her recent feelings confirmed it was so.

I smiled easily; fortunately, I wasn’t alone in this unfamiliar place—his companionship spared me from loneliness and wandering.

Later, Liu Meijuan had a deep conversation with Hu Weiwu, mostly him asking questions and her answering, helping his team solve many practical problems.

In the Dragon Arena, Qin Mo looked at the coins on his body. Before this team fight, he planned to return to base and craft the Lich’s Disaster, but after this battle, he had enough money to buy the World-End Hat.

After joining Purple Moon and following their orders, all elites and trusted members publicly reported losses but secretly dispersed—some sent to the southeastern four counties, others wandering the borderlands.

“I came to school for you.” This sentence exploded like a bomb, stunning everyone around for miles, all eyes fixed on their table.

The atmosphere fell silent. Su Mo said nothing; Lin Xinyan didn’t know what to say next. One sat on the sofa, the other stood by the window—neither spoke.

Many sailor groups began manipulating this news. Within half a day, it had become trending across major media platforms.

Their strange attire made passersby avoid approaching or provoking them, only watching from afar.

To Zhantian, the words “resurrected” were utterly unbelievable—completely fake.

Wulin Da was so angered by a few words from Mo Fan he spat blood. Watching Mo Fan’s expression, besides hatred and anger, there was a trace of fear—not fear of his martial skill nor cruelty, but fear of his insanely wicked heart.

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The assistant felt like an ant crawling inside, uneasy and restless. He wanted to ask more but dared not speak rashly; he always followed orders.

Inner strength and breath swirled within, sweat steadily trickling down Bai Yun’s cheek to his chin.

“All right, get in the car!” The embrace didn’t last long. Wei Le decisively pulled away, opened the passenger door, and sat down.

Unfortunately, the jar of wine weighed ten pounds, and after drinking less than half, he suddenly vomited violently, dropping the jar with a “wow.”

Yun Yeju wanted to ask why servants were forbidden entry. As the newly minted princess, she was allowed inside, but the palace officer gave no answer, only calmly reminding her time was running out.

Though Lagud inside the arena hadn’t sensed it, unaware of how the figure appeared, the audience and hosts saw everything clearly.

Fu Qingze stayed home these days to care for Shen Shuyu. Because many things were inconvenient, his workload actually increased, leaving him a bit tired.

“Don’t mention it, Zhuang Ming’s friends are my friends too,” the man in the green robe said politely.

“If not for the secret techniques of the Snake People being useful, I wouldn’t have risked it. So, Chief Feng, would you like to cooperate with me?” the leader of the Yaoshan tribe answered.

Taking a deep breath, preparing to return to the private room, he overheard the words “Hong Yu” from a nearby room.

After exchanging pleasantries, Gu Zheng entered with Song’s mother. But no matter where he looked, Song Jinyu’s shadow was nowhere to be found.

“Dressing in those colorful, punk hairstyles and strange clothes?” Wen Yishan asked, eyes full of disbelief as if looking at monsters.

Because no matter how beautiful you are, a slime can transform with one change to look as beautiful as you, or even surpass you in figure while looking just as lovely.

Sometimes, because too many “lines” existed simultaneously, he avoided some, parrying others with his blade or cutting them down.