Chapter 56: Now, She Is Thirty-Three

Lin Shiyun looked at him and said with a laugh, “Just make do with this for now. It's the largest one I have!”

Because the clothes were too small, Lin Yu ended up wearing them like a skintight outfit. His well-toned figure, usually concealed, was now clearly outlined by the garment. As someone skilled in martial arts and accustomed to disciplined training every day, his physique was already impressive; now, with the clothes clinging to his skin, every contour was even more pronounced.

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She let out a groan, raised her hand to tap her forehead in resignation, and obediently scrolled to the top of the comments, determined to read through them one by one.

In the rear courtyard of the Command Headquarters, there was a secluded compound with tightly closed gates, guarded by two armed soldiers. Upon seeing the Commander-in-Chief, the guards immediately snapped to attention and saluted. Ren Laifeng waved his hand, signaling them to open the door.

Luo Min spoke with a voice brimming with tenderness, her words full of gentle affection—her love for her husband had reached the point of no return.

Handling every major affair would be exhausting—how did Zhuge Liang die? From sheer exhaustion! As long as Ren Laifeng knew that Leng Zheng was absolutely reliable, that was sufficient. He had no need or desire to understand the inner workings of the reconnaissance unit leader.

They suddenly sensed an incredibly terrifying surge of energy emanating from the depths of the black eyes ahead.

Jian Han opened the latest post from Master Su, her breath catching as she was greeted by a striking photo: a handsome man, fresh from the bath, clearly a selfie. The phone obscured half of Su Che’s handsome face, but couldn’t conceal the expanse of bare skin exposed.

Everyone was stunned, waves of shock rising in their hearts. In truth, if it weren’t for the power enveloping Ao Tian, how could he possibly be this formidable?

Olivia paused in surprise, then couldn’t help but burst out laughing. This time, the other young people in the living room also broke into laughter, and for a moment, the room was filled with peals of mirth.

Xiling Yi’s heart thudded violently, her eyes growing redder, as an unprecedented feeling swept over her.

“Damn it! You don’t get a say!” Shen Feng cursed bitterly, scooping her up with one arm and preparing to climb the rope. At this moment, Ye Jiangqun was so weak she didn’t have an ounce of strength left.

“You actually put a white dragon beast in the crystal dragon’s nest,” Sympathia said, clearly dissatisfied.

The Grand Madam’s attitude left Gu Zheng full of doubts. Given that she and Cen Qilang had always gotten along well, she was unwilling to let him depart under such unjust circumstances. So, she volunteered to stay behind to comfort the heartbroken Cen Yuanniang, and, at the same time, listen to how Lady Luo planned to investigate the matter—hoping she might be able to help.

A blinding bolt of lightning cleaved the rainy night, illuminating the world. Amid the storm, a two-meter-tall steel automaton stood poised to strike, with a handsome young man standing proudly on its shoulder. Together, they formed a shocking, soul-stirring tableau, radiating an aura of awe-inspiring power.

At Agui’s call, the exiled prisoners began to dig up sand yams, savoring the delicacy nurtured from the depths of a cesspit.

When Ito Hiroshi, the head of the Eastern Martial Alliance’s Southern Branch, hurried to the Sword-Cleansing Studio where the Southern Martial Saint Takeda Katsuhide was secluded, he found the surrounding martial artists gathered in numbers several times greater than before, their eyes still holding a sliver of hope and anticipation as they awaited a response from within the studio.

However, since Nan Zhouchen had ordered his two trusted aides to block her, it was clear he feared letting Yi see him in his current sorry state.

Liang Jingxian felt as though he and Gu Zheng were speaking entirely different languages. Only now did he truly realize how stubborn and “self-assured” Gu Zheng was in her understanding of things—was it possible that, from the very beginning, she had decided he liked Xiao Yurou, and nothing could ever change her mind?

Liu Sanbao’s family was like a persistent ghost, constantly coming to demand repayment. What to do? What now?

As Gu Zheng made calculations in her mind, she quietly surveyed her small house and carefully mulled over what Madam Zhang had said earlier. During this pondering, an idea began to take shape.