Volume 1, Chapter 60: If You Don't Act Now, Your Wife Will Run Off With Someone Else

Shao Zhenzhen heartily agreed with that point.

Leo was a child with an old soul, and heaven only knew whose genes he had inherited. At such a tender age, he had a honeyed tongue, capable of sweet-talking Ms. Wenxin even better than she could.

With that, Lin Man turned and returned to her mysterious dimension, swiftly retrieving a high-tech pill known as the "Memory Pill."

After the man was carried into the bedchamber, Imperial Physician Liu took his pulse and examined his wounds. Looking at the injuries covering his entire body, he saw that several arrow wounds had yet to heal and were already bleeding through once more.

Pei Yi'an bid a lingering and reluctant farewell to Shen Qingyan, making her promise to miss him; he told her that whenever she had free time, she must call him, and he would be thinking of her as well.

It was her own failure to face reality—how could that pack of wolves ever willingly let their family go and break free from the old mansion's control? She had been far too naive and careless.

"To put it simply, I don't want to be with you anymore. Let's break up." Lu Yao stated this decision to Shang Shixu with absolute decisiveness.

It had taken me only twenty minutes to rush back from the city; therefore, by the time Jiang Dahai called me, Jiang Yao had already stopped breathing.

The sand shield that had stood between Minato and Karura lost all support and plummeted to the ground.

Helpless, they pleaded with many people, but those individuals either snatched away their food the moment they saw them approach or brandished weapons and fiercely drove the mother and son away.

Upon hearing the proposal to elevate that idiot to the rank of secondary consort, Lu Linchu's hand trembled so violently that the teacup in his hand almost dropped to the floor.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of shadowy foliage, and after a moment of hesitation, he cautiously headed in the direction of the sound.

Chen Xi hurried over, and once inside the car, she promptly apologized for keeping him waiting for so long.

Yet, who was this man by her side? Hadn't Du Qixuan always protected her like a precious treasure? How could he possibly allow her to be with another man?

Looking down at his own aroused desire, Han Yiqian could not help but wear a bitter smile. For three years, not only had he waited in agony, but his body had also endured an exhausting wait.

The call ended. Xiao Yan yanked off his headset and tossed it onto the adjacent seat, but at that exact moment, the phone rang again—it was a call from Yan Qingluo.

Although one was a fox and the other a lotus, both were treasures nurtured by heaven and earth. To outsiders, one's squeaks and the other's rustling branches would be utterly incomprehensible, yet to them, each could understand the other's meaning for the most part.

Wenxin truly had not expected that after he finished saying those words, they would still provoke such a treatment.

Although Ye Xingchen had just forcefully withstood a blow from the Black-Feathered Dark Eagle—his physical body having reached the strength of twelve tripods—he still sucked in a sharp breath of pain. He also kept a clear head: while this feathered beast was formidable, its intelligence and combat experience were undoubtedly fatal flaws.

The sound of crashing waves echoed in his ears, and an endless expanse of azure ocean filled his vision. Looking down, he saw that the ground beneath his feet was made entirely of glass, with layer upon layer of waves rolling beneath it.

As it turned out, Sun Yat-sen was constrained in Japan and temporarily unable to return to China. After negotiating with the Japanese authorities several times with no result, even someone as fierce as him realized the situation was ominous. Returning to his residence to calm the agitation in his heart, he began to reflect on the gains and losses of recent times, especially the Nationalist Party's failures in the country, which deeply pierced his heart.

"Yun'er, what's wrong with you?" Nangong Yi lifted Nangong Yun, resting her against his chest, and pressed a palm against her back. The chill of his true qi instantly alleviated Nangong Yun's pain.

"Very well, I will be going to work in Daming City, and I plan to arrange for you to go there first as the Director of the Public Security Bureau," Zhang Jialiang said.

Having committed countless evils throughout his life, he naturally possessed a high degree of vigilance. Usually, he would tuck a knife into his waistband and conceal a firelock in his trouser leg. At that moment, taking advantage of the moment Yun Laohu turned around, he actually fired the gun.