Chapter 57: Heroes Are Not Judged by Their Origins

Shu Yiming’s brows tightened slightly, but he didn’t lose his temper. Instead, he glanced at the bearded man and asked, “Brother Beard, what’s going on here? Do you two have some old grudge?”

The bearded man immediately rolled his eyes and looked at Shu Yiming, pointing at the short man. “Listen, brother, don’t trust a word out of his mouth. He’s all talk, nothing he says is reliable…”

A cold wind swept over, making Agui shiver involuntarily. He tightened the cloak around him. From the tree overhead came a cacophony of birdsong, and Agui’s face suddenly flushed bright red.

Hua Yan took a deep breath, poured her vital energy into the firestone, and after coaxing out a flame, she let it fall from her hand.

At that very moment, the stone door, which had resisted every method of opening, began to move before everyone’s eyes.

It wasn’t that Old Paul looked down on Kobe—no matter how strong Kobe was, his contribution to the team just wasn’t that great. Even if he came to the Spurs for twenty million, the Spurs wouldn’t have taken him.

Behind Wang Shang stood the lingering shadow of the former royal family of the Western Yue Kingdom. The whole affair was far from being a simple case of unwavering support for Yuan Xu’s claim to the throne.

“Master Xiao is a friend to our Hongmen. If you want to touch Master Xiao, you’ll have to see if Hongmen agrees,” Old Qu hurried forward, blocking Xiao Yao and Li Qingshi.

“Mr. Xiao, we’ve made it! Our company will be known throughout the world. Who said our country couldn’t make advanced phones?” Tang Xuan was so excited he could hardly form a sentence. He took the phone from Xiao Yang, tears brimming in his eyes, his hands almost too reverent to touch it.

Thus, the always thunderous, decisive King found himself wavering over a plane ticket, hesitating again and again, until six in the morning when the boarding announcement finally came.

“But what will happen if you go out?” The beauty had said she was only a wisp of a soul, unable to survive in the outside world.

Not only did she return all the wrongs Chen Peihua had done to her, but she also repaid, on her mother’s behalf, everything Chen Peihua owed.

Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo bought two bottles of wine, picked up their bag from the cloakroom, left the mall, and went to their uncle’s house.

After Yu Chuchu had finished most of her work, she and Shen Muqian went together to pick up Li Qing’er from the hospital.

Zhao Hui loved playing by the sea; she felt as if she’d returned to her childhood, barefoot, picking up shells and catching crabs on the beach. Li Zhenguo accompanied her the whole time, until the tide receded in the evening. Then they left the beach, had dinner at a restaurant on the street, and returned to the hotel to rest.

Qi Anluo let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes. Her mind was in turmoil, and she needed some peace. Yet no matter how she tried, she couldn’t quiet herself; the more she tried, the more an inexplicable fear spread through her chest, a faint pain blooming inside her, for reasons she herself couldn’t fathom.

Her question was rather direct. Qi Anluo smiled, shook her head, and said, “No, you’re overthinking.” She was telling the truth—toward Qiqi, she felt neither affection nor dislike. After all, Gu Xidong was the real culprit. If it hadn’t been for his endless flirtations, none of this would have happened.

The next morning, for the first time, Xi Bai got up half an hour earlier than Shen Mobai. By the time she had composed herself and was ready to go downstairs, the man had just finished showering and walked out of the bathroom, dressed in a suit, his tie draped loosely in his hand.

Nearby, Su Jingnian quickly stepped forward, positioning himself between the beauty and any threat.

Mo Ruoli saw her avoid his gaze, her cheeks flushing again, and couldn’t help the faint smile that crept onto his face.

Qi Anluo’s ears grew warm. Knowing she couldn’t resist him, she stopped protesting and, after telling him the location, simply waited.

Lightning as thick as a person’s torso struck down from above, piercing him from head to toe. He stood like an iron statue, utterly unmoving.

...Who was it that longed to protect Old Man Chang? And who was it that, using the blood pool eye conjured by Old Man Chang, managed to return safely to the Pool of Reincarnation?