Volume One, Chapter 66: Meddling in the Ex-Wife’s Business!

In the evening, Nan Zhiyu, barely containing her excitement, grabbed Li Ruochu’s arm and pulled her into the room. As soon as they entered, Nan Zhiyu’s eyes sparkled with gossip. “Chu Chu, what do you think of the two men outside?”

“They’re both elite businessmen, blessed by the heavens, the pride of humanity, simply exceptional!” The corners of Li Ruochu’s lips curled up in a teasing smile.

Nan Zhiyu, upon hearing this, flashed a look of mock annoyance and, without hesitation, gently tapped Li Ruochu’s forehead, the gesture full of affection. “Who asked you that? I mean, between Chu Yanzhen and Feng Yizhou, which one do you…”

Under the combined assault of Ma Jiao and Zhao Zishen, the two corpse kings slowed their pursuit, though they remained untouched and unharmed.

Ye Luo spoke calmly, his gaze utterly fearless, coldly directed at Hua Tianba.

“If you fall, you’ll never get back up in this lifetime. The sixth level is extremely dangerous, so unless you’re at the Martial Emperor realm, students aren’t allowed in,” the envoy’s voice resounded.

Vicot laughed. He let go of Belle’s hand, reached beneath his chin, and with a tug, tore off his hideous face to reveal the handsome visage of a young man beneath.

“Thank you, Mr. Jia, for your care along the way. If something comes up, I’ll surely trouble you!” Yang Yu bowed in gratitude.

A savage gleam flickered in Chu Ling’s eyes. His entire being radiated a terrifying divine brilliance, as if transformed into a demonic form. Boundless, indescribable power surged within him, supporting heaven and earth, as he once again clashed heavily with the demon elephant’s foot.

Because his understanding and control of the Divine Machine Hall and Tower of Reverence were practically nonexistent, Yang Yu’s words were a timely reminder. The power he wielded was too scant, and what he needed to do was gain as much influence as possible.

Ye Luo cast his gaze at the Bloodkill Seven, huddled together, but his eyes lingered on the crimson spot among them.

Everyone wondered if Long Teng had been too arrogant in the Spirit Medicine Hall, irritating Elder Yin Xuan, so that Elder Yin Xuan was unwilling to use his sect’s contribution points to exchange for the rare gold ore for Long Teng.

After parking at Xiangshan, I went straight up the mountain to that spot overlooking half of Beijing. I put down the convenience bag and shouted out over the city bathed in sunset.

“I told you I didn’t sleep a wink last night,” Xia Xue replied earnestly, though her sleepy look showed she was reluctant to talk.

“It’s obviously their fault. If everyone flatters such bullies, won’t the cloth shop be in chaos?” Xia Ye said passionately, but her words tugged at her injured cheek, making her grimace in pain.

The group made their way silently toward the Li family’s courtyard, and upon arrival, the atmosphere grew even more subdued.

Mei Jue passed through a flower hall and entered a private room at the back. Opening the door, she was greeted by swirling smoke.

Yuntu, who preferred to act in darkness, donned a black coat and slipped out of his hiding place like a phantom.

Duan Rubi beamed and waved off the pastries, stepping forward to wipe the sweat from Xiao Yan’s brow with her handkerchief. “Your Highness has always been exceptionally gifted, truly remarkable.” Xiao Yan raised his eyes slightly, catching the gentle affection in Duan Rubi’s gaze. He felt a faint resistance within, deeply disliking her look at that moment.

After mumbling to herself, Cao Wanrong shook her head, refusing to dwell on her troubles, and walked into the main hall.

Inside the grand hall, amber wine, jade goblets, golden cups, and emerald platters were displayed. The food was picture-perfect, the wine flowed like springs, the ancient zither hummed, and the bells chimed. Flowers hung around the hall like inverted bells, with white calyxes shining translucent like porcelain, their petals tipped with a ring of pale purple, as if painted or naturally formed.

From the bottom of my heart, I admit I am an undeniable loser—no hobbies, no pursuits, no dreams, no ambition—drifting through dull days.

“Even if I’m ugly, it doesn’t matter! I won’t give up! I am a princess of this country! I… I will save this land!” Vivi, her neck clenched, spoke painfully but with determination.

To cover for myself, I said it was late and urged Zhang Xiaoyue to hurry to her room and sleep.

As soon as I got into bed, my hand brushed against something soft and cool beside me. The room was too dark to see anything, so I kept feeling around. As I groped in the darkness, a voice sounded.

Thinking back, it seems the so-called Miaojiang lost both the lady and the troops this time. The golden snake gu used to control Mu Chen ended up submitting to him instead.

After death comes the saw punishment in hell. The clothes are stripped, the body tied in a spread-eagle position to four stakes, and sawed from the groin to the head. The wound heals, and the process repeats—over and over.

“Big brother, how can you say that? What if I brag too much and then can’t handle his family’s tricky situation?” I looked helplessly at Jiang Shuai, shook my head, and decided to stay grounded and cautious.

There was also an introduction to the frog—Yokozuna—the one who tried to compete in strength with the water train but ended up causing trouble for its operators.

As night fell, we sat at the doorway enjoying the cool breeze when suddenly, a business van barreled toward us, making us hurriedly step back.

Beneath the secret passage, Mu Chen had nowhere left to run, with a stone door glowing blue blocking his way.

Wang Tianyi, knowing me well, immediately pressed his hand against Zhang Hao’s chest. Zhou Yueyu was about to scream, but I quickly covered her mouth.

When Wu Fan reappeared, he was already ten thousand miles from the Northern Cold Immortal Palace. The ancient teleportation array covered hundreds of millions of miles in less than an hour; if it had been a common star transmission array, it would have taken at least half a month.

Mo Siran didn’t want to discuss the matter any further. For Mo Anran to become a top-tier celebrity was simply unattainable. Today’s attitude from Yan Chen said it all.

Let the child be a child! For now, Sun Ce had lived two lifetimes and still wasn’t really an adult.

Visiting the film crew naturally required gifts, but they had already been handed to Zeng Jia. Zhou Bai hadn’t planned to buy flowers, just brought some fruit baskets and candies, but under Yuan Xuan’s strong insistence, he eventually bought flowers.

Many of the privileged young men who hadn’t heard the news beforehand widened their eyes in disbelief, looking as if they had struck gold.

Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared at the ceiling of the quiet room, and a surge of golden energy instantly enveloped Sun Wushou.

Of course, it’s not that the organizers were inattentive. Before major awards, they always showed review clips of previous winners’ acceptance speeches. For Best Actor, the footage of past recipients’ speeches was displayed on the screen, those familiar faces evoking fond memories of the Golden Horse Awards among the filmmakers present.

Coincidentally, Su Yanyan was watching the commotion nearby. Earlier, there had been too many people for her to get close, but now Dong Dongdong pulled her over, giving her the perfect opportunity to shine.