Chapter 53

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Although she could clearly meet his gaze, after staring at Lin Ji for a few seconds, Lu Li felt that under this unobstructed observation, the man's eyes became even more unfathomable. One thing remained the same: it was as if they had all sunk into a dream, their expressions shifting unpredictably, yet showing no sign of waking.

Tian Lin could tell from Ye Shuangshuang’s current expression and tone of voice that she was quite suspicious of what had just happened, but regardless, they’d managed to get past this hurdle for now. Not wanting anything to go wrong at this moment, Tian Lin nodded repeatedly.

Everyone crowded forward, only to see that the object wrapped in cloth was a pitch-black thing, resembling a piece of hide, no larger than a palm when unfolded.

Just then, Master Liao Yuan noticed that the nascent soul within Ning Yuan, about to emerge from its shell, was entirely black, showing signs of being tainted by demonic energy.

Jiang Li, perpetually sleep-deprived, fell into unconsciousness the moment she closed her eyes after uttering that sentence.

It’s best not to work in the same company as the one you love—perhaps the same industry is tolerable, but never the same company, or you’ll end up hindering each other’s growth.

No sooner had Mi Leqiu spoken than many curious glances began to dart between her, Xiao Ya, and Zhang Ai.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ye Shuangshuang took her leave of An Ran and Sister An and returned once more to the travel agency.

Watching Yu Xiaoyue’s puffed-up cheeks, Lin Luo rubbed her head and spoke softly.

To spend so much time repeating a monotonous task in pursuit of knowledge—unless one truly loves it, it is nothing short of torment.

Mu Yi, feeling her strength ebbing away, had trusted the poisoned wine and drunk it without worry, believing Long Zi had already neutralized the toxin. However, Long Zi hadn’t anticipated that the poison would be mixed with Jade Vein Powder—a common yet effective medicinal herb, neither quite a poison nor a tonic.

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No matter how far her thoughts wandered, her steps did not falter. She hurried along and finally reached her destination.

The pitch-black Seed of Calamity shimmered with a forbidden light. Wrapped in layers of spiritual energy, it pressed tightly against Lin Meng’s chest.

Yet, no matter how hard Dr. Zhao racked his brains, he could never have guessed that an extraordinary item, seemingly useless at first glance, would possess such miraculous abilities.

With that, he drew several steaming buns and two large sesame pancakes from his coat. Bai Tao immediately took them with both hands, staring at him in disbelief.

Yan Yangtian saw, some ten meters ahead, a broken stele standing tall. Weeds crawled over its surface, yet the two characters “Ten Thousand Trees” were still discernible.

"Yi’er, how do you feel? Has your spiritual power improved?" The refined, middle-aged man who had just entered asked gently.

Without delay, the two brothers acted—one courageously confronting Mu Lei, the other seizing the opportunity to lunge straight at Mu Yi. Seeing Mu Yi’s weak and panicked expression, a sense of impending victory welled up in his heart.

Lin Meng could not quite understand why his mother, from the moment she arrived in Ping’an City, seemed determined to spend the rest of her life there.

"Zhang Yixi, what’s wrong with you? You’re always so absent-minded," An Qi asked, frowning.

Spoken like that, it sounded rather plausible. Besides, it was still dark, so no one could see her face clearly, let alone recognize her.

I lit a cigarette and sat down against the railing. Shen Man sat beside me, pulled a cigarette from her own pack, and lit it.

Jiang Lisong turned his head away, refusing to answer. For a martial master at his peak to be berated by a junior like this—his dignity was deeply wounded.

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After Jiang Huaqing left, Mu Baili went upstairs and stood before the tightly closed door of Mu Shiyun’s room.

An Qi nodded, taking the coat Chen Qingyi handed her, but said nothing more. She seemed a little downcast.

Dawn crept in unnoticed, sunlight slipping through the gap in the curtains to dazzle my face. Instinctively, I woke, sat dazedly on the bed, and immediately reached for my phone, subconsciously checking to see if An Qi had replied. It was already afternoon in France; surely An Qi had seen my messages by now.

After a day and night of "passion," Shui Yifeng was no longer the elegant young gentleman he’d once been. His clothes were in tatters, his face ashen, and a sharp pain burned between his thighs.

At this moment, chaos reigned in Guangzhou, far to the south of Qingyuan. There was no thunder of gunfire, but fear gripped the city, and the streets were in turmoil. Merchants dared not open shop, citizens dared not step outside.

Around noon, Han Feng, Ye Huayi, the Prince, and others arrived from Nantong to pay their respects. When I saw the Prince again, I felt a subtle change within myself—an emotion I could not quite define, tinged with disappointment, yet I found myself unable not to forgive.

Not long after, the account manager from the marketing company sent over a screenshot via WeChat, showing the exact same content.

Changsheng Street was an assassin-for-hire platform; employers and killers interacted like buyers and sellers in an online marketplace. Registration was simple and orders could be placed at will.

“The seller must be regretting it to death now, don’t you think?” Xiaoxiao’s eyes sparkled as she stared at the pile of crystals on the ground.

After some discussion, Yang Hao invited him to dine in the palace. It was not until dusk that Shaoyan finally took his leave.