Volume 1, Chapter 19: The Old Hand-Depois que a esposa fofa deixou de ser substituta, o príncipe do círculo de Pequim enlouqueceu de sofrimento(Liao A Yuan)

Shen Zhien snapped back to reality and jerked her head up, colliding with Li Shen’s chin.

"Ugh..."

Having just woken up to such a brutal blow, Li Shen clutched his chin and glared at her viciously.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry..."

Flustered, Shen Zhien propped herself up and reached out to touch his chin, only to have her hand swatted away. Li Shen stared at her with the ferocity of an angry Abyssinian cat.

"Don’t blame it all on me, why were you holding me anyway?" she muttered.

Her taut nerves snapped under the weight of Mo Fei’s light, casual joke. Overcome by a bitter, irrepressible sorrow, two streams of clear tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping incessantly.

Ke Xiangbao walked over, her eyes cold, every word she spoke laced with chilling sarcasm. It provoked the man opposite her until his eyes turned red with fury.

The man was strikingly handsome, his noble and graceful suit accentuating his sturdy, resolute frame. It complemented his sharp, angular features, and beneath his overbearing aura lay an indescribable charm.

"Stop messing around. I’m tired, I want to sleep." Yuan Yuan swallowed, rolled over, and moved his leg off Kai Xuan’s stomach.

At this moment, the primordial spirit energy was still circulating naturally through his meridians, far more vibrant than it had been a few months ago. He estimated that with some more bitter cultivation, he could increase his immortal power by forty or fifty points, though that was still insignificant.

Regardless, after two years of sailing, the Bate had finally reached the vicinity of Sakika. Even without warp travel, the remaining journey was only about a month away.

Cheng Jiahe’s personality was much like her brother’s; despite being flamboyant, he was actually quite steady. Furthermore, since he had complimented her beauty, Lu Jiaqi couldn't help but feel a glow of delight in her heart.

That day, the mountain rain was relentless and gloomy, never truly letting up. The sky remained a constant shade of gray, and having spent nearly ten days crawling through the rain, Mo Fei and the others could no longer tell if it was morning or evening.

"I’ll try submitting an application first," Wang Qian said, beginning to draft the request within the virtual space.

How could the narrow-mindedness of those pedantic scholars compare to Wei Qing’s vision? He had struck directly at the very foundation of the Xiongnu nation.

After running for a while, Wu Haotian suddenly stopped and threw a punch at the security guards. Caught off guard by the sudden halt, the guards couldn't stop in time, their faces colliding directly with his fist, and they were knocked down instantly.

I glanced at another stone pedestal not far away and walked over to inspect it. It was large and round, with no handholds, let alone any way to lift it.

I bought a ticket to the provincial capital, knowing I could find Chen Jing there today. As long as I found her, I would be safe.

The next day, Ye Jingfeng did not have Lin Peng chop any more wood. Instead, he led him toward one of the seventy-two peaks.

Early the next morning, Shen Tong had already left the city, using the identity of a man named Wang Yang to board a flight to Southeast Asia.

Night fell, and Shen Tong and Bai Yu returned to their rooms. Mou Tianyi had gone on a sudden business trip to Europe and had not yet returned.

This time, following the farmer's advice, Lan Yu chose the most accessible route back to the base. Although her leg injury slowed her pace, after resting at the old farmer’s house all morning, covering the remaining hundred kilometers before nightfall seemed entirely possible.

Lan Yu knew what he was about to say, and though her emotions threatened to spill over, she knew this was not the time for release, so she forced them back.

The thought of such a terrifying enemy lurking in the shadows, ready to launch a new round of attacks at any moment, weighed heavily on the four of them.

Seeing Wu Hongjie’s face twist into a hideous expression, Li Xiangcheng felt a surge of joy. It was satisfying—immensely satisfying.

As Shen Changqing walked along the road, he greeted the people he knew, either with a nod or a word.