Volume One, Chapter 21: Mr. Fu, Trembling Like a Delicate Blossom, Eager to Be Pampered

“Our gentleman prefers light food, enjoys tranquility, and likes to work.” Gu Li rolled her eyes; wasn’t that just the mundane routine of going back and forth between two points?

Liu Bei and his companions stormed to the city gates with fierce determination. Seeing the dense ranks of soldiers behind Bogu, their hearts sank, and their eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

This was one of the survival rules they had deduced for the asylum: aside from Director Jiang and his staff, the greatest threat came from the mentally unstable.

At a time like this, they still couldn’t be frank with each other, instead remaining wary. Was there really anything more important in this world than this matter?

Huang Yun nodded, feeling the turbulence as the plane descended, and gently fastened the seatbelt beside her with a tender smile.

Master Fu Feng was known for his stubbornness but kind heart. Shortly after reaching the Core Formation stage, he set out on a journey and happened to rescue a boy who had been framed by his clan’s disciples and expelled from home. Feeling pity and seeing the boy’s good character, he took him as a disciple and devoted himself to teaching him.

King Bogu of Goguryeo stood with hands clasped behind his back atop the towering city walls, overseeing the battlefield leisurely as if he ruled it all.

As a solitary soul drifting through time and space, Zhou Zekai did not know when he was born. Yet from the moment of his birth, he began fulfilling the wishes of wish-makers. Only by doing so could he avoid drifting aimlessly in the void, experiencing countless lives, and feel as though he were still alive.

Princess Jingyang was so furious she wanted to strike someone but dared not. Reluctantly, she resigned herself to merely fuming on the spot.

Having been born a eunuch’s son, ever since entering officialdom, Cao Cao had been despised by most and inundated with criticism, making him especially sensitive to unfriendly gazes.

Hearing Xu Fuhai’s question, Lily smiled demurely and nodded lightly, exuding an elegant demeanor.

The moment the aura was released, it had been concentrated in Wu Ming’s hand for a long time before forming into an energy orb that appeared before him.

Looking at Shangguan Jie, I couldn’t help but snort coldly; I never expected that demon still hadn’t dealt with him.

Therefore, Su Yang held back his anger. However, he decided he absolutely would no longer serve as this general manager; let whoever wanted the job take it.

The so-called Y wedding banquet was not attended by the living but by ghosts, especially those connected to the bride.

That was clearly the fragment of the sheepskin scroll that had just been in my hand. Damn it, when did Sol steal it from me? I had no reaction at all.

At this moment, in Wu Ming’s gaze was nothing but Rayleigh’s expression, as if he were mentally pondering some matter deep within.

What troubled Sol to the point of collapse was that this new recruit, Zhang Yang, always pressed his thumb on the monster’s head—what the hell kind of weird habit was that?

At this moment, the Rakshasa crouching on the villa’s rooftop spotted the group of SWAT officers and felt something was off. Since a batch had just left, there shouldn’t have been any more.

“So, none of his friends, classmates, colleagues, or relatives conducted any investigations?” Ye Shao continued to ask.

“Hehe, hero, you’ll see soon enough. Please allow me to show off a bit first, okay?” The Monkey King said mysteriously, clearly a secret guest with some unknown plan.

It wasn’t that I had any particular feelings for Zhao Yu; I just thought he was a decent person. If he weren’t a flyer, if he weren’t so dangerous, we could all be friends—occasionally gathering for meals and singing karaoke with friends.