Volume 1, Chapter 58: Massaging Li Binglan

I don't know how much time had passed, but when he regained consciousness, the sky outside had already turned completely dark.

"You're finally awake. You've slept the entire afternoon!" Li Binglan's voice reached his ears.

Zhang Wenzheng let out a yawn and got up from the bed, rubbing his already empty stomach.

"Sister Binglan, let's go get something to eat!"

"Alright, I'm getting hungry too!"

Li Binglan nodded. "There's a restaurant right next to this hotel, and the chef there is quite skilled!"

The two of them changed their clothes and went out for dinner. They didn't return until they were fully satisfied, by which time it was already eleven o'clock at night.

Having just woken up, Zhang Wenzheng was full of spirit...

"Uh... What is this..." Looking at the black smoke and dust gradually settling below, Yue Ye's eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly.

When Nalan Qingyu returned to her room, she found that Huangfu Minghan was still completely naked, leaning against the headboard to rest, though he had covered his most private parts with a thin silk quilt.

Lifting Dongling up and placing her on the bed, Dongling froze for a moment, looking at Huang Beiyue with a strange expression.

At this moment, Tingmo turned a blind eye to the two of them, scooped up the person in his arms, and flashed into the wide-open stone door of the hot spring pool, his figure instantly disappearing into the swirling mist.

The scene before her overlapped with her memories. Qifang violently shook off Chongying's hand and immediately rushed down.

Originally, he had intended to drive himself, but his head was throbbing with a splitting pain, swelling in intense waves. His ears felt as if they had been deafened by the recent impact, ringing with an incessant, buzzing sound... The sounds of the outside world were becoming increasingly indistinct, requiring immense effort just to catch what the bodyguard was saying.

Speaking of money, Huangfu Minghan recalled that Nalan Qingyu had once sold him to a brothel, and for five million at that.

The leader was handsome and tall, wearing a neat gray warrior's robe with a large dark green wooden bow slung across his back. His hair and eye colors were identical to Ziyong's, a pure, vibrant green.

At his command, the blood elves finally snapped back to their senses. They hurriedly descended from mid-air and scattered to search the surrounding area.

Huang Beiyue gave a faint smile, one hand gripping the black jade tightly as she channeled every ounce of her meager vital energy within her body into it.

Whether the man before her was friend or foe remained unknown; Liu Tingting was hardly naive enough to think he had simply happened to pass by and saved her on a whim!

Since the master had spoken of going, the others had even less reason to refuse. Whether in past lives or other realms, curiosity was a universal human flaw.

The more Lu Ling thought about it, the more furious he felt toward himself. The pain was on An Ruo's body, and how he wished he could share it. His expression carried a heavy solemnity as he tried to take a deep, shaky breath. It was all his fault—this was already the third time, and that was more than enough.

A drop of over three meters appeared ahead, the rushing waters plunging downward with a thunderous roar.

Guangdong is experiencing a typhoon today, and the wind outside is howling fiercely. Although the typhoon hasn't hit my area directly, its impact is still quite noticeable. Days without water and electricity are not pleasant to get through, so it's best to sleep early.

Agreeing to her request would infuriate oneself to death. Refusing her would first infuriate her to death before finishing oneself off.

"Does it still hurt?" Xiao Yuyin held a boiled egg in one hand and an ice pack in the other, looking at Hongxiu's swollen, red right cheek with eyes full of deep tenderness and heartache.

Ye Yun looked at the faint blush on Cui Siyu's earlobes and smiled. Over the years, having lost his family and arriving at the Prince Jing Manor at the age of ten, it was Ah Heng who had taken care of him. Everything he had was given to him by Ah Heng, and no one understood how much suffering Nalan Heng had endured over the years better than he did.

Listening to Yuan Biyao's introduction, Li Yunmu focused his gaze for a closer look. Indeed, just as she had described, the growth distribution of the leaves on the entire branch was extremely regular, divided into a total of fifteen overall tiers, with each of the first ten tiers genuinely bearing only ten world leaves.

Lost in her deep fantasies, Mai Zi completely failed to notice the undisguised mockery in the eyes of the man beside her.

Li Jing and the others were inspecting the newly killed Wokou slaves. Their expressions in death varied greatly: some looked peaceful and calm, even bearing smiles on their faces, while others appeared ferocious and terrifying with distorted features. Li Ji was too scared to step forward, hiding far behind Zhao Zhi.

Shi Lei cast a blank look at Li Xinpeng. This seemingly sixteen- or seventeen-year-old big kid really left him both amused and exasperated. He had thought of himself as quite a handful, but he never expected to run into someone even more unreasonable today.

Li Xiaoyi generously handed over the ring of storage. Watching Nastic slip it onto his finger and try every possible method without managing to conjure anything, he amusingly pressed his finger against the ring in Nastic's hand. Immediately, a slender arrow with archaic patterns materialized from Nastic's hand, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

Seeing their centurion captured by the enemy general right at the start of the battle, the Xiongnu soldiers lost the greater part of their fighting spirit on the spot, and many already harbored thoughts of fleeing.

"The two of you can split these two counties between yourselves. Remember strictly not to harass the people. Should you violate military discipline, don't blame me for showing no mercy." Ju Shou said with a dark face, giving the two a stern warning.

When the golden light in Jiang Hen's hand transformed into a transparent holy sword, Yang Xue was so startled that her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"They have spirit cores inside their bodies! Shatter them, and you can kill them!" Wang Xinhuan shouted in reminder. Such details were mentioned in various ancient texts and were hardly a secret.

The old man looked at these young Confucian scholars with a satisfied nod, a satisfaction mingled with expectation, much like an aged farmer gazing at the thriving crops in his field.

Stunned by Tang Feng's words, the elderly man turned his head and found Tang Yun looking at him with an innocent and aggrieved expression. Feeling his scalp tingle slightly, the old man quickly turned back, wearing an expression as if he had seen nothing at all.

"Why don't you go wait in the main hall? Describe the person you're waiting for to me, and if he arrives, I'll let him know you're inside," the security guard kindly offered.

Qiao Ru'an smiled faintly, ending her conversation with the two of them as she took her son's hand and continued forward.

"Mother, when Guizhuer gets married, I will provide money, but ten or eight taels of silver is out of the question." Qin Yan directly rejected his mother, Mrs. Qian.

Gan Ning, Ling Tong, and a few others were not particularly sensitive to this news, feeling instead bewildered by the intense excitement of Zhu Huan and the others.

Bo Qichen lowered his dark eyes, his slender fingers picking up the phone beside him to open Weibo directly. He knew that Yanyanyan never used Weibo. Even if she browsed occasionally, she used his account and had no account of her own.

Before she could turn around, she felt herself lifted into the air. Before she could react, Huo Jingchen had already pulled her onto the sofa, lowering his head to capture her lips in a kiss.

She raised her head and involuntarily looked toward Yan Shiyun, only to find that he was gazing at her as well, his deeply carved facial features framed by a cold, unyielding, and utterly serene gaze.

Lin Zian rolled her eyes in helpless resignation. Knowing she couldn't avoid it, she planted a dragonfly-touch-the-water peck lightly on his cheek. Brief though the contact was, her face still instantly blazed with heat.

The pig's large intestine in Shen Wan's hands had not yet been cleaned; it had just been excised from the belly of the wild boar delivered by Sun Daha's assistant from Fuyun Restaurant.