Volume One, Chapter 64: Almost Mistook Him for Lu Boqian

“At the very least, you need evidence to arrest someone, don’t you?” Xu Zeyan stood alone in front of Wen Qianxue, shielding her. “Without evidence, how can you just—”

Before he could finish, a languid and casual female voice interrupted, “Who says there isn’t any evidence?”

“It’s not your performance that’s the problem. It’s that you’ve received a nomination for Best Actor at the Venice Film Festival,” said Duoduo.

Ling Luoxuan removed her outer robe, appearing before Chu Nan once again in shimmering silver armor.

“But what if something happens to the person who takes over the military command?” Xuan Wei smiled strangely.

With a clatter, the door swung open. A man with a beard like wild grass, stooped and vacant-eyed, shuffled in. When he looked up and saw Qiu Yu, he froze completely, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

What he liked was that all of this, wasn’t it precisely what he had wanted from the beginning? To escape the tedium of life and follow his subconscious desires by making deliberate choices?

The police could sense that her grief was genuine. Yet, they still couldn’t understand why she was protecting a criminal.

According to Chu Nan himself, this was a symptom of excessive physical exhaustion, and it would indeed require more time to recover.

“I’ll carry you,” Li Zimu said calmly. He didn’t want to waste time here, nor did he want to leave the girl behind, so it was left to him to carry Chi Ling, while Zhang Jingyang carried Wang Xueling. The two stepped onto the path formed by the black stones and crossed over.

“Don’t worry. I know very well what should and shouldn’t be done,” Wan Qiang replied coolly, a hint of anger flickering in his eyes as he spoke with a cold undertone.

Xu Wei was curious: why, after witnessing his strength, did Old Master Chen remain so lacking in confidence about him?

It was true, just as Wang Yu had said—Xu Wei had ended up like this for their sake, so no matter what, she could never stand by and watch Xu Wei come to harm.

A wisp of black poison gas suddenly surged from the corpses, like a swarm of venomous serpents, plunging fiercely into Luo Ji’s exposed blood and energy.

Outside the door, the silk tree exuded a faint fragrance. Wen Zihan took a deep breath, and the thought that Chi Yu would soon be safe filled him with immense relief.

Zhao Bing glanced at Kui Hu, his refined and handsome face lit with a gentle smile, showing no trace of emotion.

While every faction responded to the national call, Zhang He and Xiang Ru were already making their way to the Gold City Patrol Division’s security zone. Through Third Uncle’s account, Zhang He had come to understand the special recruitment process this time.

At night, she still slept in a separate room from Shen Guyuan; she was afraid that sharing a bed would lead to another quarrel.

For someone at the Martial Saint level, this ground was as fragile as paper, utterly useless.

She gazed at Shen Ruozhen, sprawled half-dead in the back seat, and reached out to poke the dimple on his cheek.

Cui Wuyuan turned to look, only to see a starving villager, somehow brandishing a wooden stick, raising it high to strike Wang Shuqiu. Without thinking, he hurled his knife with great force; it pierced the man with a dull thud.

“All you ever do is ask me. How the hell am I supposed to know what to do?” Zhang Damao gritted his teeth and murmured angrily, barely containing his rage.

He believed the reason he hadn’t fit into that circle was simply that he hadn’t accumulated enough military merit to advance to a higher rank of nobility.

Murong Qingran had not spoken a word, not even during lunch. She watched as Sha Er’s joy radiated from within, as she gazed at her with boundless affection, piling food onto her plate while not eating herself. Still, Murong Qingran remained silent.

Even though Yulan tried desperately to dissuade Liu Zibo, he insisted on holding the ceremony. Afterward, Yulan and Liu Long would truly become like sisters.