Volume 1, Chapter 27: Is There Someone Else?

Only then did Xu Mingxuan realize in the rearview mirror that one of the cars he had blocked was a black G-Class.

He cursed under his breath, stamped on the accelerator, and drove away from the hotel access road.

Once the road cleared, the G-Class pulled up beside Shen Qingqing and Xiao Meimei.

Zhou Cong, seated in the passenger seat, leaned out and called goodbye to Xiao Meimei. “I’m off. I’ll call you when I get there.”

“Mm.” Xiao Meimei responded with an exaggerated series of winks and grimaces.

Or perhaps their strength had been squeezed out of them—or else Lin Tian had slain far too many powerful fighters.

Above them, two enormous golden hands seemed to part the clouds and reveal the sun, tearing open the heavens as streams of golden radiance descended upon the old man’s shoulders.

If He Qingyu had truly been unwilling and Lin Jue had forced himself upon her, the expression on her face certainly would not have been one of such utter speechlessness and shame, as though she did not know how to explain herself.

“The Jade Fragrance Soul Pill? You have one of these too?” Qi Xuanyi remembered that such pills of the demon race could not possibly exist in the human world.

It was not until deep into the night that Sun Jinyao returned from outside. The news he brought left Shangguan Wanning completely unable to sleep.

Harry and the others looked at Hermione, signaling for her to come back soon. There were many things they needed to discuss in the Gryffindor common room.

The heads of the Xie family and the Peaceful Heaven Sect took the initiative to request permission to go as well. As representatives of their respective forces, they too wanted to know what had happened inside the mine.

With a single leap, the Flying Rat blocked Gu Shuyan’s path. Then he stretched out an arm and pulled her into his embrace.

With this skill, he could not only use it around the shelter, but also eliminate the threats surrounding it.

Even when Qi Tongwei was already in his forties or fifties at the beginning of the story, the things he did to curry favor with Li Dakang and Chen Yanxia could hardly be called particularly calculating.

The four sisters—East, South, West, and North—nodded in unison, their eyes filled with anticipation. To them, as long as they were not in a brothel, they were afraid of nothing.

After running for a while and feeling the wind against her face, Xu Lin’s mood improved considerably. She stopped, then climbed onto the railing of the low bridge beside her.

She clasped Black Eagle’s hand tightly. She knew Li Yuanhao was trying to coax information out of her, trying to find out whether she had fully recovered her memories. But it was not yet time to let him know. She had to make Li Yuanhao feel guilty and drive a wedge between him and Zhao Wanwan. Her fingers tightened around his, while she concealed the darkness in her eyes.

Sato Kazuharu’s hand, holding his chopsticks, suddenly froze. He glanced at the food on the table, and it seemed he had lost all appetite. With a sudden motion, he threw the chopsticks onto the table and stood up.

There was still one knot in her heart: why had Miao Siniang told such a lie? That was her own nephew by blood. What had she hoped to achieve by saying such a thing? Did she bear a grudge against Mingyi and not want her to marry into the family? But the child in Mingyi’s womb was related to her by blood as well. Was she truly not worried about the child?

“Smack!”

The crisp sound reverberated through the room. Zhao Yaxin covered the place where she had been struck and stared at the man before her in disbelief.

Without a doubt, the latter explanation was more convincing. It suggested that the Sword-Forging Manor possessed absolute confidence and did not fear these people trying to seize the demon sword. Meng Changsheng and Li Chenzhou knew that Dugu Ming must have complete faith in his sword-forging techniques, confident that he could control the demon sword—and therefore utterly unafraid.

Throughout this matter, Shi Jie had always been worried about Xu Lin. He had tried to dissuade her more than once, yet she remained determined to follow her own path, forcing herself to endure blow after blow and sorrow after sorrow.

In truth, Marquis Lü was likewise an extraordinarily handsome young man, but he would never give people the same ethereal beauty as that of an immortal. He was like a fine vintage, drawing people unknowingly into a daze before his beauty.

Qin Xing looked around at her surroundings. The residence where she had come to cook yesterday still stood at the far end of the street. The house she was in now was the first one on the street. It was very quiet, save for the occasional servant woman or maid passing by with a basket over her arm.