Volume 1, Chapter 45: This Man is More Terrifying Than Her, a Ghost!

"Stay away from me! Don't come near me!!"
"Ah, sob, sob... I beg you, don't come over!"
"It wasn't me, really wasn't me, I didn't mean to do it, don't come looking for me, ah, ah, ah..."
Watching Fu Lingzhou, who was so terrified that he had wet himself and was frantically trying to crawl into an iron cage, Xie Wanning covered her nose and mouth in disgust.
He dared to commit murder.
Yet he dared not face a ghost.

What on earth is going on? Even I, the person directly involved, have no idea—asking Uncle Zhang is about as useful as a fart! An Youran watched coldly as the young man conversed with Uncle Zhang.
"Of course, didn't we make a bet? I'm a good loser." His ink-black eyes twinkled. It was clear he was in a really good mood tonight, which somewhat set Qianqian's mind at ease, though she soon greedily wanted to bet with him again.
Therefore, Xu Yun had thoroughly explored this apartment during her very first visit, naturally keeping a sharp eye out for where the valuable treasures might be hidden.

Xiao Ran ignored her, picked up a piece of pastry, and fed it to her instead. He couldn't be bothered to care even if she glared at him until her eyeballs popped out.
"Hm? Discussing what?" Leng Qianning continued to smile. On a face that could only be described as ugly, a faint radiance unexpectedly bloomed, bringing a deep sense of reassurance to those around her.

In the days that followed, Liu Mu became a competent guide, taking Dugu Lanruo to East Africa to see the wild buffaloes. Tens of thousands of wild buffaloes stampeding—how magnificent a sight it was.
"What does Your Majesty intend to do?" Nanny Qiao asked once more, her expression turning serious.
The swelling on this face was indeed, as he had said, caused by accumulated blood stasis; it only needed to be dispersed to fully heal.
The banquet lasted late into the night. As for who won the final prize, Liu Mu had half a mind to care, but he was already drunk.
Originally, when Goguryeo lacked money, the two-ban aristocracy had still been inventing ways to indulge themselves. Now, with massive amounts of coin continually being shipped to Pyeongyang—all of which constituted their income—these nobles demanded an even higher standard of luxury.

I truly cannot make this decision, so I wanted to ask you all: do you want me to continue writing like this, or simply start all over from the beginning?
Cang Yun suddenly let out a wail. Li Yu wore an apologetic smile on her face, while her hands mercilessly kept twisting and torturing Cang Yun's severed arm.
For some reason, encountering Luo Yuanqian again now, Nan Xin no longer felt that heart-pounding sensation she once had.
But things were different now. The Wu clan was about to make a move, and the primordial deities would act as well. If the Demon clan joined in too, completely eradicating a threat like the Dark Web was well within the realm of possibility.

Li Chengjing quietly gazed at Leng Chuxian. The tension between her brows gradually smoothed out like a tight spring, and the words she had kept bottled up inside were finally spoken. Tonight, she would sleep much more soundly. Hearing it directly from Leng Chuxian was far better than having to speak the words herself and risk hurting her, and Li Chengjing felt a profound sense of relief in her heart.
"Imperial Father..." Yinzhi had not expected Kangxi to hold this attitude as well, and he was too frightened to say another word.

Elder Wen was advanced in years and held little actual power; the one with real authority was the person up north, and Wen Shiyun was his son... Their Luo family's seemingly massive foundation was actually not taken seriously by those people at all.
"Second Brother, I truly yield to you in this lifetime. You're formidable!" Rather than apologizing, Yinzhen would rather be sent to the Imperial Clan Court.
A mouthful of blood spewed forth, his body struck as if by lightning, the flesh on his back bursting open. Amidst the heavy, pungent stench of blood, his body lurched forward as though about to be smashed flying.

Qin Zhizhou was amused and exasperated all at once. He bent over to reach into the car and, with a long reach of his arm, hauled her right out.
However, the burly man was not the mastermind orchestrating all of this, so as a novice, he had completely failed to realize the severity of the situation.
Moving her fingers, she edited the photo she had just taken, added a line of text, and posted it to her own account.
Meanwhile, as Qiusheng turned to leave, he faintly caught the sound of a whispered "Thank you," causing his figure to pause mid-stride.