Volume 1, Chapter 142: The Passing of the Orphanage Director

The night sky, like a heavy black silk cloth, tightly enshrouded the entire world.
In the bedroom, the silence was broken only by the even breathing of Li Ruochu and Feng Yizhou.
However, this tranquility did not last long, as Li Ruochu was once again mercilessly entangled by nightmares.
Yet, being similarly regarded as a new elite in the business world, compared to the nouveau riche boss from before, this Boss Liu gave off a vastly inferior impression.
Seeming to find the word "carnival" uttered by the youth utterly laughable, those felons who could still speak burst into hearty laughter, while behind them, the dead zealots who had severed their own tongues emitted a horrifying, bellows-like wheezing sound.
The pristine, magnificent wedding gown made Yao Ling look even more stunning and radiant, its impeccably tailored cut perfectly showcasing her S-shaped curves.
The young man swiftly maneuvered the excavator, turning it around and bringing the massive iron hook down heavily against the stone pillar.
Immediately afterward, the temperature plummeted drastically, turning bone-chillingly cold. His expression twisted in agony as his sharp fangs involuntarily protruded.
What she wanted was freedom; he remembered all too clearly that she desired a life consisting of a single room, an acre of land, and devotion to one person—a life he honestly lacked the confidence to provide.
After finishing the recording of the variety show, she had thought she would have a chance to go on a solo date with Qin Muyan. Yet from the recording set to the group dinner, she hadn't been able to exchange a single private word with him. Whether it was her imagination or not, she constantly felt as though Qin Muyan was deliberately avoiding her.
It wasn't that she couldn't afford to spend the money, but rather that she felt spending millions within a game simply wasn't worth it.
"Father, let us return to Linsu as soon as possible." She understood that both the First Prince and the Crown Prince's factions were racking their brains to approach her father, because the vast wealth of the Duntmu family would serve as the ultimate guarantee for their factional struggle.
With a wild sweep of his blade, forty or fifty men were sent wailing and crying to their parents, collapsing helplessly to the ground. At that moment, a second and third wave of Green Gang members swarmed out from every corner.
"Brother Haoxuan, why don't you head back first? It's rather embarrassing to keep you waiting like this." Su Yuanyuan felt that seizing this moment to display her virtue and gentleness presented an excellent opportunity.
Yet the drawbacks of a natal magical treasure were glaringly obvious: if the artifact sustained damage, the master would suffer as well. It was far less effortless and simple than ascending in cultivation to become a supreme cultivator; ideally, slowly nurturing a dharma treasure was the safest choice.
The Mysterious Divination Staff was a blunt weapon, and swinging it naturally lacked the flexibility and versatility of dual-handed swords. Consequently, through clash after clash, sword qi pierced through the staff's shadow to slash across his body, leaving behind trail after trail of wounds.
Without another word, the three of them took action. Those three men indeed possessed mediocre combat skills; in less than three seconds, they were subdued by the Blood-Slaying brothers and dragged into the ward where Tushan was located.
Indeed, having stayed within the enclosed space of the ruins for so long, that dreary, lifeless existence was truly not something an ordinary person could endure.
His most prominent trait was that he did not fear death. Though his cultivation level wasn't particularly formidable, he was someone willing to risk his life. Yet everyone knew he wasn't reckless or ignorant of his own limitations—against someone like Sun Youfan, for instance, even if you exerted every ounce of strength, victory was impossible, so he would never pick a fight with such a person.
Resuming their journey for another half-month, traveling and stopping along the way, Gu Xi posted a bounty in every city they reached, with the content identical to the previous ones.
"Young Master! If it is convenient, please return to the villa once. I have already tracked down the person who wants to assassinate you." Piaoxiang's voice rang out; though calm, it no longer carried its former icy, emotionless detachment.
Su Jinyu's gaze gradually pulled back. He had no intention of remaining a bystander any longer. His boots crunched against the snow as he walked toward Nan Huaixin.