Volume 1, Chapter 34: Who Are You With?

He ordered two subordinates skilled in concealment and disguise to infiltrate the Mo family villa during the banquet. However, they lost contact shortly after, and he knew then that both had perished at the Mo residence.

Della Clark is a Hispanic madam who runs a brothel for white men in Chinatown. She has a fiery temper and was once legally married to Master Hong, which is how she secured her current citizenship. Later, when sham marriages were outlawed, her marital status with Master Hong was automatically invalidated in California.

Young Master Zhang’s renditions of "When Will the Moon Be Bright?" and "When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon End?" spread from the border counties to the Imperial Capital, becoming widely sung and unrivaled in popularity.

Wu Jin was drowsy in the passenger seat. Wei Shi switched to autopilot and fed a delicious dumpling into Wu Jin’s mouth.

Come to think of it, she had noticed her chest filling out lately. Nothing else had grown, though; she had always felt she couldn't reach Uncle Wu’s height and wanted to be taller, but alas, she had stopped growing.

Wu Jin had just finished a dance battle; his T-shirt was damp with sweat, and he sat lazily on the steps, a sight that made it impossible to look away.

This pit was meant for hiding people. Each pit was ten feet deep, ten feet long, and ten feet wide. A wooden board four fingers thick would be placed over the top, and inside, there would be a bed, along with water and food.

Wei Yan’s tactical predictions were extremely precise. Despite the "Giant's" chaotic movements, this S-class trainee managed to decipher seven or eight out of ten of them within a limited time. There were many ways to capture Wu Jin, but he chose the most efficient and effortless one.

Xiao Yichen’s unerring dart-throwing technique was already astonishing enough, but no one expected this person to be even more monstrous—beyond human.

It was clearly he who had insisted on bringing her into his estate, swearing eternal vows to her, yet in the end, he was unwilling to be near her. When, exactly, had his heart begun to change?

It was an obvious case of perfunctory deception! He had clearly set out first; Fu Heng was still in the palace at the time, and even if he had heard the news later, it was impossible for him to have found the person before Fu Qian, right?

Qin Fei tried hard to steel herself mentally; her heart ached, and her smile was so foolish that it made one want to give her a hug.

When the group entered, they happened to see her putting a watch on Qin Ye. It was only because they had arrived that the two of them stopped.

Li Youlan did not speak, her gaze unyielding as she stepped forward, reaching out once more to grab Li Zijin’s hand.

After freshening up, Qin Huai-nan and Hao Yuan ate breakfast outside, and he dropped her off at work on his way.

That was it; not only did the Madam find out she had been secretly seducing the Master, but she had also caused the Master to suffer and fall ill.

The casual young man was also sizing up Qin Hao and the other two—specifically, he was scrutinizing Qin Hao and Jiang Ge. They were far too young, yet their insight was extraordinary.

Xingfan lifted her horizontally and placed her on his lap, patting her back with infinite patience.

Although they usually burned paper money for their loved ones in various places, they rarely had the chance to visit the gravesite like this.

Mo Shu’s grandfather, the Main God of Life, had long since brought the descendants of the four ancient guardian beasts to the mortal plane. At this moment, they were stationed in a castle within the Eternal Forest.

They all knew Ling Wei’s temperament; if she could truly be persuaded, they wouldn’t have waited until today. However, the trouble Huangfu Yao had caused recently was indeed significant, and it must have drained much of her energy. This was something that made it impossible for him to soften his heart.

"Who would be delivering things this late? Wouldn't that disturb people’s sleep?" The clock on the wall had pointed squarely at ten-thirty. Indeed, by the time everything was finished, it was very, very late.

Strength and coldness were not innate; they were forced out step by step by certain events and certain people. He had once made excuses time and again for why she couldn't give him more care and affection, but those excuses were so ridiculous that even he could not convince himself.

The dark clouds were already roiling in Consort Jin’s charming eyes, and the expression on her impeccably maintained face was dark and terrifying. Her gaze was fixed firmly on Baili Zihua, her heart filled with shock and resentment.

After a storm of passionate kisses, I leaned against the cold staircase while Luo Qing leaned into my arms. I felt a searing heat on my face, even hotter than the forceful slap she had just delivered.

Therefore, after the Battle of Blackwater Town, Xia Sheng was not particularly worried about its safety, merely feeling a sense of poignancy that his bond with it had finally come to an end.

Apart from seeing Qian Zeling and Jin Xiao’an remaining in the car, Qian Shinuo picked up her bag and followed Feng Jianchen into Tianmeng Kindergarten.

After all, people in the capital rarely saw true people of the grasslands; everyone wanted to see if they really had long fangs as the legends claimed, each carrying a heavy sword over a yard long at their waist.

Thus, in the heart of the captain, Zhong Zheng, he had long since decided that if Yitian were to succeed him as captain, he would devote himself to supporting him.

Xiao Heng, meanwhile, was in high spirits and shared a few drinks with Meng Jiang. Mother Meng happily added food to Xiao Heng’s bowl, and the atmosphere was quite pleasant. For a moment, Meng Jingyi felt like the odd one out, so she earnestly devoted herself to being a "glutton."

"Alright." Chu Yisen sat casually on the sofa, looking more like the master of the house than a guest.

"I didn't notice last night, and since the appearance was identical, I also didn't detect any traces of a disguise. This art of transformation is truly superb," Murong Xue said.