Volume One, Chapter 22: Shen Ruzhi, How Dare You Hit My Son

Resentment welled up in her heart as she slowly raised the two white feather fans in her hands. Her sleeves fluttered, her figure danced ethereally like an immortal, slender wrists turning gracefully, her soft movements forming a mesmerizing dance—she became a living masterpiece upon the crimson-leafed ridge. Even if a special forces unit were to appear before him, they would stand no chance; he would slaughter them single-handedly. Ordinary weapons had long lost their meaning for him.

Mo Zili kept silent, simply turning to gaze once more at the torrential rain outside, his face taking on a faint pallor.

That night, the drunken Wind-Fox King stormed into Zhaohe’s palace. Without a word, he slapped her across the face and cursed her as a harbinger of ruin. Zhaohe merely held her cheek and watched him quietly, her eyes dull and lifeless.

The three of them did not linger. Chen Tianyi had someone find a discreet place for them to settle down for the time being.

Shen Yin and I sat in the living room. She lit a cigarette, smoking skillfully, taking several drags without ashing once.

At that moment, a black sedan pulled up in front of her. Watching the figure step out of the car, Situ Yan couldn’t help but sneer.

“Sis, I know that Zhaoqinhan’s trouble this time has dragged everyone down with him. I really don’t know what to say. I can only apologize on his behalf,” I said.

Mo Zili froze for a moment, suddenly realizing how nonsensical his previous words had been. This child was so innocent, perhaps she couldn’t even tell what it meant to like someone, let alone contemplate marriage; no wonder she was prone to wild imaginings.

“So, have you fallen in love with me again?” he asked urgently, desperate to find something in my gaze.

On the surface, however, Xuanming’s treatment of Jinse seemed unchanged—if anything, he was even kinder to her than before. Yet for some reason, every time he saw Jinse, Xuanming was reminded of that night not long ago when he’d rescued her, and of the words the Crown Prince had spoken to persuade him to keep Jinse at his side.

Wang Xiu’s mouth twitched a couple of times. In fact, he’d seen what had just happened—if Liao Xiong had fought more cautiously, he wouldn’t have died.

“Interesting, very interesting!” Without even turning his head, Badak sensed three powerful auras giving chase. One seven-star dragon wasn’t enough to bully, but four—barely manageable, but better than just one.

Junichiro Takagi picked himself up from the ground, shaking his head, still dazed from the blast. Hissing in pain, he looked at his palm—the grenade had torn it nearly off, hanging by just a shred of flesh, the whole hand blackened by the explosion.

The shattered ground rumbled as though rocked by an earthquake, with chasms several meters wide splitting open and massive boulders crashing down.

To this day, Fu Xiaoren still hadn’t figured out how his tax collectors had managed to offend Li Ye. Watching his men lose their heads in utter confusion, Fu Xiaoren felt a deep terror.

“Guodong, how did you find them?” Gouwa had restrained himself all along, but his curiosity finally burst forth.

“All right, stay sharp and wait for my command!” Gao Jiancheng shouted, focusing all his attention on Takagi.

While grumbling, Nungxue kept glancing sidelong at the person beside her, anxiety and worry gnawing at her heart.

“…And what if I don’t want to!” Nungxue shot him a glare, then turned away, teeth clenched in frustration.

Shen Yunshe wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, his expression gentle. “Jing’er, the battlefield is ruthless. When the time comes, don’t wander off, all right?” he instructed, worry plain in his voice.

As for Ye Ling, though her skills had improved significantly, she still struggled to compete in the global server’s peak tournament.

The sky was a flawless blue without a single cloud. Overhead, the sun blazed mercilessly. There was no wind; the willows lining the palace road seemed sickly, their leaves coated in dust, curling on the branches, the twigs utterly still.

“Then let’s go have a look,” Polly said, relieved, knowing her father never acted without reason.

Li Changqing helped Pan Yuting settle into her seat. The world might conceal darkness, but he didn’t want Pan Yuting to see it.

This was exactly what Hu Pinzhi wanted to hear. To cheer someone on is to be a friend—it’s better than running into a brick wall. Zhang Xu’s health was poor, so Hu Pinzhi didn’t linger and soon took his leave.

The organizers of the agricultural exhibition had booked rooms for each participating unit in the eco-park. Li Changqing rested in his room for a while after arriving, waiting for the afternoon tea appraisal session to begin.

“Junior Brother, you don’t know about the Magi and Mystics?” Zhang Zhongkui exclaimed as if discovering a new world. Given Li Changqing’s cultivation, it seemed impossible that he wouldn’t know of them.

After several days in the apartment on Caledonia Road, the elderly man—just past seventy—couldn’t even go out for a stroll, let alone to the supermarket, hampered by the language barrier. Only when Amy wasn’t at work would she accompany him for walks through London’s city streets and along the banks of the Thames.

The explorer Ezreal’s power with Manamune and Trinity Force was terrifying, and combined with Taliyah’s massive damage, SSG had no chance of facing RNG head-on in the mid-game.

“Of course not,” Shu Wan arched an eyebrow. She’d previously tolerated this Shenchang because they lived in the same palace and she saw no need for constant hostility. But now they’d gone too far—she certainly wouldn’t continue to endure it.

She could accept being alone, but once her identity was exposed, Yun Yunzhong and Wancheng would be unable to bear the wrath of the president’s classmate.

Seeing the endless stream of traffic on the highway and no sign of trouble, Zhou Qing’s taut nerves finally eased, his spiritual sense gradually withdrawing.

The scarred man felt a sudden heat rise in him at the sight of Brigitte’s expression, hurriedly turning away from this dangerously alluring woman.

“By the way, the two of you should leave and not interfere with our VIP’s shopping experience,” the clerk said, face changing instantly after ushering Zhao Tiedan inside.

Jiang Meili had never defied Sheng Qingrong’s wishes. Now, with Sheng Qingrong asking, she could only answer “honestly.”

Seeing Qin Feng’s gentle expression left Yan Qiu even more puzzled; she waved her hand in front of his face.

Without thinking, he took off his cotton shirt, now soaked through, and draped it over his head as he ventured upstairs.