Volume One, Chapter 44: The Day You Find Out Is the Day You’ll Know

"Hum!" Mo Lingcheng let out a cold snort and got up to leave the room.

Mo Lingcheng felt that sometimes Shen Qingqing was so smart it annoyed him, and other times so foolish it drove him to exasperation.

If he had any feelings for Ning Xin, would Shen Qingqing even be in the picture?

By twilight, Mo Lingcheng's guest arrived, who was Meng Jiangbao.

Accompanying Meng Jiangbao were Qin Fangni and a five-star chef.

Just look at this assistant; her work was full of foresight and executed to perfection. No matter how high a monthly salary she was paid, she more than deserved it.

And it was just as she had thought to herself earlier, because that long street was, when all was said and done, a bit too far from the direction of her home.

Facing Fizz—a Fizz with a 2-0 lead—a Syndra without "Winds of Weal," energy discharge, and Flash was entirely reduced to a super minion.

In the center of that roaring storm, a tall figure clad in silver battle armor was swept forward, embraced by the fierce winds. The ground whipped up violent gales; sand, stones, and vegetation were swept high into the air, torn into fragments by wind blades.

Its claws grazed across Fang Hao's chest. Sharp though those claws undoubtedly were, upon touching Fang Hao's skin, they felt like a dull blade, unable to even break his surface, leaving only a deep red mark.

As for the "freestyle creation type," it provided specific words, scenes, or even a simple story outline, giving contestants an extra thirty minutes to craft their scripts.

His son making friends with Zhang Kuang meant he would receive a helping hand in the future. Moreover, he wasn't the type to just donate money and vanish.

However, quite a few coffin boards were piled inside this cave, and the bonfire burning by the edge of the pool seemed to be fueled by this very wood.

Meanwhile, Bei Lingtian and Li Luo guarded the Mirror of the World, silently watching Mu Di's every move in Xuantie Town.

After pausing for a moment without hearing an answer from Xiao Huge, Fei Ni could not help but widen her eyes and turn to glare at him. But the word "Xiao" remained trapped in her mouth before she could utter it, choked back by his tightly furrowed brows and solemn expression.

This time, with a flash of her figure, she was no longer in her original spot. The very instant her opponent attacked, she had shifted behind him. With just a gentle nudge of strength against his back, she sent him stumbling forward to bite the dust.

The same ointment worked wonderfully for Minglan, while being slightly less effective for others, though still reasonably decent. The bone-deep wounds were horrifying to behold, and the Dowager Princess could not bear to see her son suffer.

The three masters nodded in unison. While they expressed their stances, the several wives remained silent; according to tradition, a wife follows her husband, and their opinions did not matter.

Leng Xiaoxiao looked at Shangguan Po, seeing the care and worry in his eyes. She was content. This time was different from the last; even if she were to die, she would have no regrets.

However, for that Primordial Spirit True Immortal, it was merely the equivalent of retreating into the mountains for seclusion, refining a magic treasure, and taking a trip to visit a friend.

The Weibo handle of this sugar-delivering "heretical faction member" was ordinary, and the account itself was equally ordinary—the kind of account casually fished out from the vast sea of users, so commonplace it was not worth mentioning.

"Nuanuan, I've never asked you this before—do you have a boyfriend?" Before Sinuannian could finish her thoughts, Simo's voice rang out once again.

At this moment, the entire city was in an uproar. Everyone emerged from their rooms, eager to find out what on earth had happened.

The maidservants and old hags of Hancui Pavilion had been taken away by Wang Zhiquan when he left the Duke of Wu's estate, while these night-watchmen had been sent over by Old Master Wu shortly afterward, under the pretext that there were certain matters Wang Zhiquan ought to be made aware of.

Ordinary ghosts were at least capable of dealing with an ordinary person, causing them physical pain and discomfort.

"As long as Haotian lives, you will never be able to be with me. Knowing what you are doing, how could I not understand?" Guyue Li roared angrily at Yin Su.