Volume One, Chapter 112: Verifying Lu Baqian’s Identity (Part One)

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On the whole trip back and forth, every stretch was driven by Bian Xunzhou himself. The man remained silent the entire way, saying nothing, radiating a deep coldness. Seeing this, Wen Xuyu did not goad him by speaking either; she kept her head down and played with her phone.

The forecast said it would snow tonight, the first snow in Kyoto.

As if she had suddenly remembered something, Wen Xuyu opened the chat window and sent Qiao Wanyun a message: “Thank you for the gift. I really like it.”
That evening she had arrived in haste and left in haste, and had forgotten all about it. She still did not know what Qiao liked, so next time she could bring a return gift.
Qiao Wanyun was bold, upright, dignified, and naturally charming, and yet Wen Xuyu still…

“Captain Cai, in your opinion, is there any better way to handle this?” Ye Xiu asked with a smile.
In the end it was Hutu, a code name as bluntly direct as it sounds: Futu. He had a hint of the fantastical about him, yet Hutu’s nature was truly such a man. He does not kill; most of the time he acts by the justice he holds in his own heart.

Marlon had been following him in secret, and when he saw him in that state, Marlon suddenly laughed to himself.

Though they did not believe Liu Mu, they still worried that if she kept smearing Yunhao’s statue with her own blood, Chu Yan would not be able to endure.
Ninety-nine to one—ultimately, it had to return to its origin, that Earth long erased. The Sky-Eating Serpent had not reached Earth’s destination point in this high-latitude scientific accident, which meant it had no way to crush the world.

At that moment, Wenren Tiandu and the others were even more stunned. What was this? He had been in retreat moments ago, and suddenly he became so fierce.
As the words of the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts fell, the area around the God-Slayer stirred at once; the Four Great Beast Kings awoke one after another in succession.
Now the Demon Realm had been badly weakened in strength, and in the short term it was unlikely to be able to attack again. For this reason, the Middle Realm finally gained a brief peace.

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At the annual grand auction, besides the Emperor of Qi and Lin Qingyun, the Protector of the Realm, many hidden but unmistakable strong figures from Qi—and even powerful men from neighboring kingdoms—would hear the news and arrive.

His sharp tone had cut Qi Anluo to the quick, as if leaving him no unscathed inch. Qi Anluo’s face burned red, yet he had to admit that Ning Jianyuan spoke reasonably.
“The Chu clan once also wanted to form an alliance through marriage with the Wei clan!” With one sentence she felt as though she had been pushed into an abyss.

Mingheng seemed even more agitated than Ruyi. “Don’t be afraid. I know this is hard to bring up, but have no fear—I will never treat you unfairly.” Then, suddenly, he put something into Ruyi’s hand and turned away.

Rongzhou, long neighboring the Turkic lands and long harassed by them, had no one who did not hate foreign barbarians. So when they heard that Zuo Xiaowei had done such an act of betrayal for fame, they were beyond angry.

At that moment, Madam Li suddenly handed the jade pendant in her arms to Meng Yue and said, “Yue’er, I’m entrusting this jade to you.” Then she walked over toward the Han side.
An looked back; her eyes widened when she saw Luo Fei still unmoving and thought she had misheard, but that voice had come clearly and could not be ignored.

As soon as the topic turned to New Year’s celebrations, everyone spoke at once, and the dining room instantly became lively, easing some of the tension.

Thankfully, this man had been kept outside the private room waiting for Yu Chuchu; otherwise, if Yu Chuchu had seen Shen Muqian first, all her plotting would have been for nothing.
The two had held out for two minutes, and then Jing Yi’s tears suddenly surged out in large, frantic streams.
“Enough, Yupeing, don’t forget who we are.” Uncle Mu waved his hand again, cutting off Yuopeing’s words before she could continue.

Lin Mengmeng walked outside the classroom by herself, not greeting Li Tian or Su Tianyu, as if she had already ignored both of them.

In the hall of a wealthy household, side doors stood on both sides of the opposite wall, so the host could move from the rear quarters into the hall easily.

As they were about to get out of the car, Xing Lina asked again: “You truly have no business at all? It’s just that simple?” Clearly Xing Lina was beginning to doubt Shen Tong’s intentions.

Ye Qinglan was stunned: “Sister-in-law, what is wrong with you?” Zheng Min was soft and fragile, and also a silent, closed person; whenever something went wrong she would hide in her room and cry secretly. Ye Qinglan had advised her many times, with little effect.

Fortunately, heaven does not fail those with real intent; the opportunity finally came. He noticed that Su You seemed far too quick to trust people; after he had agreed, she was already preparing to leave.
Since Meng Po had been engineered, for hundreds of millions of years she had stood on Naihe Bridge consuming others’ memories and snatching spirits whose original spirits had grown in strength. She had almost never spoken with outsiders, so she knew little about human scheming, and her heart remained pure as a blank sheet of paper.

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Understanding Li Tian’s nature, He Lan had already prepared herself. After hearing his words, she said nothing further, only shook her head in helpless resignation.

He tipped up his head and drank the entire glass of red wine, then slammed the glass hard onto the side table. What awful wine—no strength at all, not even as sharp as Erguotou.

Shen Tong leaned slightly forward. The coffee cup in her hand trembled and nearly spilled. She hurriedly pulled a tissue from the box beside her and lightly wiped her mouth. Yet the emotion in her eyes did not escape Du Jingjing’s. Her concern for Xu Xia was unmistakable.

After hearing that shot, and then recalling that the kingpin had started ambushing here, Su You formed a daring suspicion.

The role of the musician was confirmed as Zheng Junxi, which meant that for the next two months of filming, I would have to see Zheng Junxi every day and act as a couple with him.

After hearing everyone’s remarks, Zhou Li also grew curious about this young, high-ranking spirit trainer named Zhang Li.

The sky suddenly grew dark; a meteorite descended from above, and on close inspection this meteorite seemed to carry even a faint human shape.
When Zichi fled, Yinling at once opened a void passage and leapt into it.

Outside the Four Great Continents, it was as if a hurricane had risen and screamed through humanity; countless humans rushed toward Xiniu He, only to seek the Zhongzai realm through the heart of the continent.

“That's something to discuss when they can’t even stand up anymore. By then they’ll have no strength to be so lively as now. Look at them now, full of life—do we need to take care of them?” Chen Yawen’s words made perfect sense, and Liu Geng was for a moment at a loss.

This Dao apparition of Li Mu seemed very familiar, exactly like the stone statue of the Supreme Dao Patriarch, one of the Three Original Elders of the Dao Sect he had once seen in Tai Xuan Hall—the same silver vajra bracelet, the same purple-gold gourd, even the azure bull beneath it was identical.

Seeing Sandon’s eyes blinking restlessly, Tan Tian felt a surge of nausea; in a flash, the figure vanished without a trace.

“Fine. By the way, this is the Purple Domain—you should know it, though I don’t even know which domain you came from before.” Haming said, looking at Zhou Li.