Volume 1, Chapter 53: Affection +1

Zhang Wenxuan held Wu Qing's hand as the two walked briskly, hurrying away from the antique market area.

True to her reputation, the beautiful matron indeed lived up to the title. Her palm was exceptionally delicate, and her skin retained the youthful radiance of a girl in her prime, completely devoid of any rough texture. Holding the hand of such a beauty, Zhang Wenxuan was almost reluctant to let go by the time they walked out of the antique market.

"Stop here, this should be far enough!" Wu Qing panted slightly.

Zhang Wenxuan had pulled her along forcefully all the way out, almost leaving her gasping for breath. Along with Wu Qing's rapid breathing, her full breasts rose and fell continuously, and the stunning curve made it hard for Zhang Wenxuan to look away.

She truly was a mature woman...

Without a doubt, this mysterious entity of ever-changing methods was far from being a match for him.

"And what else?" Seeing her relent, Yun Xiangrong hurriedly pressed on, looking up to ask. Although her mother had told her not to actively approach Feng Youyou and her stepmother, she figured that just sitting together for a meal shouldn't count as getting close, right?

"I've already thought this through. As long as you find Asano or whatever his name is, everything will be easy to handle. Of course, I want to make a move tomorrow, and this brother of mine will be leaving in the next couple of days, so I need his help," Eagle said, glancing at Li Xin.

"Alright!" He ran into the room happily, returning a moment later with a data cable and a portable charger.

Yet once the urge to help him took root, the sound of his hurried breathing and the way he called her name like a dream-like murmur made her anxious. Recklessly, she wrapped both arms around his head, lifting it slightly, and then wedged her kneeling knees right in.

Qi Tian took the elevator to the twenty-third floor. As soon as he stepped out, the three large characters "Seven Bears" came into view.

Bai Daping had been in the ready-made garment business for the better part of his life and was quick to catch a hint. The moment he heard Ah Jiu's words, he deemed it a brilliant idea. He immediately asked Ah Jiu to stay, darted upstairs in a flash, and a moment later dashed back down just as quickly, followed by a man in a lotus-colored robe.

He gave Hua Hua a deep look, his dark green eyes surging with a complex emotion that Zhu Huahua could not comprehend.

More than a hundred cloaked figures lowered their heads in unison to receive the order. With a flicker of their figures, they transformed into countless phantoms and vanished into the woods.

Zhen Shaoxiang laughed unceremoniously—out of all these days, today was his happiest. Oh my god, was this outfit supposed to be serious?

Teacher Chen advised me not to care too much, as long as it didn't cross the bottom line, which only made me feel even more unbalanced.

"I'm going out to clear my head." Ke Junqiao wore a expressionless face; she couldn't be bothered to dawdle with the man. She shifted gears, turned the steering wheel, and detoured to the side.

Su Wang's eyes overflowed not with tears, but with a bellyful of unexpressed emotions. By now, Lao Liu was beyond self-control, sobbing out loud. The more Su Wang wiped her tears, the more they fell. Every time he told her "don't cry," she only wept louder.

Ke Junqiao's bellyful of anger vanished like smoke into thin air because of that smile. So this man actually looked this handsome when he truly smiled.

Ballet was different, however. It placed a much higher demand on the music because ballet was elegant and quiet, which made the dance music all the more crucial.

From beginning to end, he had still chosen not to believe her. That incident with the spilled tea was the same, and this time falling into the water was no different; he suspected she had orchestrated it all.

In the past, when he was not around, he hadn't seen her go looking to Xuanyuan Wuheng; now that he was back, she still found reasons, big or small, to seek that man out. How could he manage to turn a blind eye and not mind?

Mingxuan paused while closing the car door: Why is Qiao Ye, this scheming dog, back? I haven't even managed to tear down that pillar yet.

What the hell kind of ghost is this? I haven't seen Xiang Yunzhe in years, and now he suddenly pops out and hugs me?

"We are about to return to the Golden Crow Thunder Flame Valley!" Yun Che shouted lowly. The Golden Crow Thunder Flame Valley ahead was coming closer and closer into view. With a twist of his body, the surrounding scorching heatwaves were rudely shoved aside, and then he plummeted downward from the sky. When he landed, his feet were already touching the ground of the Golden Crow Thunder Flame Valley.

You give a beggar a piece of dough, and the beggar starts eyeing your clothes; you give him clothes, and he sets his sights on your house.

Scenes like this were something Chaye Ying'er had witnessed far too many times. Even divine emperors would display complete infatuation in front of her. Ever since she was merely in her teens, all men in the world had appeared to her as nothing more than lowly, inferior creatures.

Mentioning Chi Wuyao at this moment clearly had something to do with the abyss. Yun Che furrowed his brow in thought for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "You might as well spell it out directly." The figures of the two had already broken away from the Blue Pole Star, hurtling toward the distant Primordial Divine Realm.

Though Qin Baiyi spoke quite casually, Su Chang'an and Hongluan, who had already witnessed the horrors of the void, knew that Qin Baiyi's journey through the void could hardly be described as easy; it could even be called fraught with extreme peril.

Zhou Hao's advantage lay in his lack of refined martial arts techniques, yet he possessed an immense variety of moves. If this particular skill failed, he had others, possessing an endless array of hidden trump cards.

"Heh, as everyone can see, it is indeed somewhat better than Helian's son. I graciously accept Helian's praise," Su Xiangnan said with a chuckle.

Lingzhi drank a few gulps of the neck-blood greedily, then snapped back to her senses. Seeing that it was Lingzhi's fresh blood, she clamped her mouth shut instantly and refused to drink another drop.

They lingered no longer, bowing humbly to Jianmu before immediately pursuing Houyi and the others to evacuate rapidly.

As time wore on, the only one still sitting near Ran Min was Wang Hong. At that moment, Wang Hong was lowering his head, tuning his zither, entirely unaware—or perhaps indifferent—to the bloodthirsty ruffian clumsily brandishing weapons right beside him.

Following that, before Wang Bo could wait for Zhuge Qing'er's reply, He Ranran spoke up regarding the relationship between Zhuge Qing'er and He Qingfan.

Just at that very moment, Jiang Chengce even harbored the thought of taking responsibility for Zhang Mengxi. This impulse, so intense it was almost irresistible, surprised even Jiang Chengce himself.

Those two specters suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, their bodies trembling incessantly as if trying with every ounce of their strength not to fall.

The mysterious man's residence had been arranged by Xuanyuan Wudao in a courtyard hotel separated from the Zhiyuan Hall dormitory building by only a single street—a place specially used for receiving school guests. The man's room was assigned to the top floor, where legend had it that every room was even equipped with a battle-qi cultivation chamber.