Volume One, Chapter 69: Volunteering to Pay

Su Ningxia bit her lip, wanting to say more, but Qin Zhaochuan had already paid.
“Brother Qin, I actually don’t like dressing up.”
Qin Zhaochuan suddenly lowered his gaze to her.
“Really? You don’t like it?”
He recalled their high school days—her daily dresses, pretty hair clips, and the words she often said.
“I like beautiful things; they make people feel happy.”
No one knew what had happened. The barriers between worlds had always been stable, but one day, the intersection of two realms inadvertently tore open a massive rift, leading to a world shrouded in utter darkness, devoid of any light.
Xiao Tianlong, already suffering from blood loss, no longer had the strength to struggle. The numbness from anemia dulled his pain, leaving him like a dying fish on the chopping block, his body twitching a few times before falling still.
Those who knew Yu Fei immediately gathered around, encircling him and offering congratulations. Even strangers cast envious glances, applauding enthusiastically.
“It’s all your fault! How will I ever face my parents again?” Mu Qingyu shot him an annoyed glance, blushing.
“I’ve felt uneasy since the day before yesterday, but I couldn’t find your trace. How did you manage it?” Ming Xuan asked honestly.
“Take a few moves from me, and this jug of wine is yours!” Shi Jingtian said, snapping the stopper onto the wine jug.
Ling Liang ignored the remark, cold sweat pouring down his face but his expression unperturbed, as if he’d anticipated it. He stepped back a little, wiped his hand across the vermilion sword and whispered, “White robes appear at dusk, seeking souls, claiming lives.” The vermilion sword quivered, his wrist joints grew more withered, and his voice crawled like insects across dry leaves.
Looking ahead, the Taihe Palace on Tianzhu Peak could be faintly seen, its layered dougong and orderly hip-and-gable roofs. At the intersection of the two tiled ridges were four ridge guardian beasts, resembling qilins and black tortoises, appearing very majestic.

Thus, victory could be decided in the shortest time. Tang Jun sat in the Demon Knight Training Camp, began practicing the Fire Guiding Technique, his consciousness sensing the omnipresent fire elements in the air. His hands formed a strange gesture, following the first level of the Fire Guiding Technique to sense the energy within his body.
Huang Zhong finally exhaled deeply. Lü Bu always managed to turn defeat into advantage, launching later but arriving first. Huang Zhong had been sweating anxiously, but only Gao Shun remained confident in Lü Bu’s strength, his face calm and unmoved from beginning to end.
Moreover, both were public figures and still university students—damned young, yet they chose to build a family and have a child. That must be true love. This kind of love really wins people over.
Dr. Bian appeared here, squeezing it into his schedule. His visits followed a fixed itinerary, flights booked in advance, so he had to leave soon.
The giant tree the boy was hiding behind snapped, the tyrannosaur’s tail lashed out, dragging its six-ton body in a spin—Wu Jin slipped quietly out from another direction.
“Han Yu doesn’t want me to leave Nandu, which means he knows what happened here. If he knows about the parade, he can’t possibly be unaware of the connection with Lu Chongyou, can he?” she pondered, confused.
The boy trailing behind was a little older, fifteen or sixteen, his features still faintly reminiscent of his childhood, though he’d matured much since then; his temperament, however, hadn’t changed much.
Yet the future was full of uncertainty. She might yet be disappointed, but compared to living in constant fear and missing out, she’d rather take the chance and be a little bolder, at least once.
The boy took out a discount ticket for the amusement park, suddenly remembering the big boss probably wouldn’t recall where the tickets were kept.
The words “chicken soup” neatly cut off what she wanted to say, so she closed her mouth and shook her head with determination.
She feared the emperor’s anger would worsen, leading to an order to confiscate the Yan family’s property. So Yan Kejing passed away peacefully that very night.
Huai Zhen asked when he’d leave San Francisco, and the answer was that the flight would depart from Oakland tomorrow night.
Zi Lingtian fired off three questions at once, his casual manner only reinforced Old Ancestor Lingxu’s conviction that he was connected to Long Xuantian; his attitude was as if he were just toying with him.
With his strength, if he unleashed his full power, he could wipe out the vast beast army in an instant. He simply wanted to play.

To know when to stop is a principle of life, but I am neither the last day of the lunar year nor a true disciple of the Soul Gate.
He was an ice-type ability user, kin to water, and Raoul was confident he could be immune to this kind of wave attack.
This time, when the Xia army reinforcements arrived, the three infantry corps did not consist entirely of veterans. To resist the Turkic invasion, Wang Ze had to split the infantry, adding large numbers of new recruits, expanding the force into six corps.
Several waves of troops attacked, but suffered heavy losses. He’d arrived with over ten thousand men, but now fewer than four thousand remained at his side, and the flanking general still hadn’t appeared.
On the protruding cliff, two points of light suddenly appeared. When he spoke, a white object came into view.
“Oh my! Where did this lunatic come from? He’s way too fierce!” Da Man shouted as he was beaten.
The old monk flipped his hand, the money in his palm disappearing into his robe, the skill so practiced that Chen Fan was once again astonished.
Twice in one night, Li Yang was refreshed. When morning came, he smiled and greeted Li Xiaoli and Park Yizhen.
Then, in less than five seconds, more than a dozen mercenaries appeared behind Wu Jing Taro, each holding a gun, all barrels aimed at Lei Kun and Gu Ben.
The ancient town’s river, after restoration, had become clear and winding like a water village. Wooden boats drifted on the water, red lanterns hung from the riverside beams, creating a festive atmosphere.