Volume One, Chapter 48: Fighting in Bian Xunzhou’s Office

Wen Xuyu had a dream.

In her dream, "he" was still there, and everyone was present. Her adoptive father was healthy, no longer suffering from illness. He sat at the table, holding a wine glass, smiling as he called out to her, "Xuyu, why are you just standing there? Come eat!"

Her adoptive mother brought out the last dish from the kitchen, beaming. "Our Xuyu is so amazing—she got into Beijing University in one go! You don’t know, when I went out to buy groceries today, everyone envied me!"

"He" was also seated at the table, his beautiful eyes seeming to hold the stars and the sea. "Xuyu, at last, we can attend the same university!"

Wen Xuyu couldn’t help but shed tears, moving toward them...

After the funeral, Feng Sheng brought Gu Yanyue to the Xuan Yin Sect. Su Yixin and Gu Qingjue kept vigil at the Su residence for seven days, returning to the capital only on Lantern Festival.

"Shura!" The God of Destruction suddenly called out sternly, his voice somewhat abrupt. Yet Shura did not respond, instead putting away his smile, realizing what the God of Destruction meant.

My purpose in pursuing further studies abroad is to become a better version of myself and then return to my homeland to contribute my strength.

Upon hearing this, Snowfall’s eyes and mouth twitched slightly, and the students behind began whispering among themselves.

After all, it can’t truly become a wilderness survival show. Its essence is still a romance reality program watching celebrities, designed to serve the audience’s shipping of couples.

Han Shu was momentarily stunned, instinctively opening his mouth to argue. But then he was surprised to find—there really wasn’t anything.

As for other issues, like whether the headquarters of Kiwi agrees, whether renting a set in RB is possible, the time delays and budget allocations, these are all just part of the process, as ordinary as eating, sleeping, or using the restroom.

Southeast Zhezhou, abundant rivers and water, bordered by the sea to the east, is a place of talent and beauty. Northwest Guazhou is arid, with little water, dominated by deserts, more monsters and evil cultivators. Southwest is Shu Prefecture, humid climate, many mountains and spirit creatures. In the middle lies Zhongzhou.

Later, Feiyou was ambushed by Snow, Bai Li Yuqiong blocked a fatal blow for Feiyou, and was carried off to the Demon Domain by him.

He shouted loudly, his massive body coiling around the spatial passage, raising his huge head high, eyes radiating a fierce light.

Of course, it’s possible he and the City of Bones had agreed to encircle Nitiya, but he intentionally left the south open for her escape.

An Yi nodded at this, so it seems crafting kitchen knives is essential. He already has an idea for his own kitchen knives—he plans to forge a set modeled after Rain’s Seven Star Blades.

"Your tea never wilts early or late, but the moment the Emperor wants your tea, it suddenly withers! Isn’t that deliberately making things difficult for His Majesty?" Eunuch Du shrilled.

The intimacy between husband and wife was deep; after a passionate night, Fengming held Bing’er tenderly, asking with concern.

First my brother, then my father-in-law—Pang Chong, just how far are you willing to hurt them?

How good are they, Master Jian didn’t say. Old Yu glared at her with his goldfish eyes, shooting her a cold glance.

Since things have already shifted in another direction, it means Yin Chan’s knowledge of history can only be used as reference, no longer reliable information.

The shield was enormous, sweeping across nearly impossible to dodge, but because of its size, its speed was slow.

She forgot to think, nor did she want to, acting only on instinct—wanting to hold him, tighter, ever tighter.

In the past, she could endure the intoxication of the mortal world, and after giving Ji Ruoli her medicine, everything would be fine. But today, things are different from any time before. Tang Miao had tried, but couldn’t wake Ji Ruoli. She refused to believe she’d carelessly sealed her sleep acupoint without knowing.

"So how do we explain what happened just now? He lied to us, and still won’t give me the Water Spirit Pearl." Su Hao quietly gathered spiritual energy, waiting for a chance to strike Mu Chen fatally.

At this moment, Han Ling had probably already forgotten Su Hao, enjoying herself at the dinner table. Li Tong and Li Kui, seeing Han Ling so happy, felt happiness in their hearts as well. Time flew, and Li Tong knew Han Ling would leave tomorrow—he had nothing to give her.

I thought I had let go, but in the end, I can’t. The name Luo Feng is like a burning fuse inside me; once someone lights it, I explode, just as Jiang Yi Ning once wanted me dead.

She was a model turned actress. Originally, she planned not to accept any more modeling gigs, but Frank’s show—even the famous Mo Ning’er fought for a spot. How could she refuse?

The final “favor” carried the threat that if you admitted it, she’d slap you dead.

Xu Guixiang didn’t mind red wine. With worries weighing on her, she had no energy to mock Chu Yun. She raised her glass and drank. She drank, Chu Yun poured—after several rounds, Xu Guixiang’s face was flushed from her low alcohol tolerance.

She intended to check the restroom downstairs for anything unusual, but just as she reached the door, she heard knocking. Jiang Jinyan’s gaze fell on the lock. Lin Zeyuan, who came down with him, hurried off to find someone to open it.

"Let’s go. I’ve already disabled the alarms outside!" Song Chuwei said coldly to me once again.

Tao Chun felt disappointed deep inside; it was precisely because he was so good that she wanted to possess him completely. This state always left her insecure.

Zhang Jun retorted loudly. The audience whispered about Elder Jin’s background. Zhang Jun heard it all clearly, knowing he was simply looking for an excuse to avenge Yu Jian and restore the city’s reputation.

Bluebird King’s face alternated between red and white, surprised Zhang Jun had discerned his serious internal injury, but now he felt a hint of suspicion—his wound was hidden deep inside, so how did Zhang Jun know?

Upon hearing this, Yu Jin grew angry and pushed back, sending Red Candle stumbling several steps, nearly falling.

With intense concentration, the operation wasn’t difficult, but the car was quite worn. Fortunately, it endured to the destination.

No wonder Wang Zhu recognized Ye Wentian as a prodigy of the millennium.

After Hou Zhen left, Zhang Jun slept until afternoon. Right after lunch, he received an invitation from Chu Tian. In fact, the attendant had arrived at the palace much earlier to invite Zhang Jun, but seeing him asleep, dared not disturb him, waiting until he finished lunch with Guan Xiang before reporting.

Gu Ran was stunned, drawing a sharp breath. A pair of iron hammers weighing three hundred pounds each—at least a thousand pounds of strength would be needed to wield them easily. But in Zhang Jun’s hands, they seemed as light as cotton? What kind of divine power did he possess?

The King of Football didn’t leave after all, but stood with me at the door, asking no further questions. He must have realized I didn’t want to talk, so he didn’t insist.

Leng Xiang’er and You Yue secretly sent out hundreds of trusted aides to search for Zhang Jun, but found nothing. Instead, they learned that the Grand Marshal and General King of the Kun Yu Empire frequently disappeared without reason.

Everyone was ready. As expected, they all wore pink over-ear short hair wigs, heavy white makeup, sparkling faces, cute school-style short skirts, knee-high socks, white sneakers, and carried colorful ribbons. Even their mothers wouldn’t recognize them.