Volume One, Chapter 53: The Sky-High Contract! Chu Yunfei Signs Through Tears!

Although spoken in two different languages, the meaning conveyed was identical. Four gleaming scimitars halted abruptly right in front of the man. The hand reaching out toward Baizhu froze mid-air, momentarily forgotten, and failed to pull back.

Mother Zhang did not come up, but Jian Mingxuan did. Having overheard some things he should not have heard at the stairwell, he was deeply worried about Jian Yijun, who looked thoroughly unwell.

Hearing this, Tian Xin could not help feeling a twinge of suspicion. Could Su Chen have colluded with Yu Xiubai behind the scenes, coming here purposely to brainwash her?

Yet how could that possibly be? The formidable reputation of the Luzhou Army was forged through the actual combat experience of these veteran soldiers. If replaced by raw recruits, they would not even need to face bloodshed on the battlefield; merely witnessing the formation would cause them to soil themselves in terror.

Jian Yijun sat upon the low coffee table, right in front of him, locking eyes with him to deny him any chance of evasion.

During that period, I was working on a human portrait and intended to find a nude model. Since I had little contact with the outside world, I had no idea whom to approach, but my father said he would arrange everything.

Seeing Tian Xin bolster her own confidence in such a manner, a faint, subtle smile appeared on Yu Xiubai's lips as he glanced toward Xiang Zetian.

Madam Ma and Elder Ai sat upon the heated brick kang. From their perspective, Ai Qiaoqiao appeared utterly terrified; in reality, however, Ai Qiaoqiao was merely struggling to keep her head down because she found Lady Zhong's wretched appearance so comical that she could hardly suppress her laughter.

As Lu Wu helped smooth down Du Ruo's hair, he noticed her tears flowing even more profusely, prompting him to pull her into a tighter embrace.

Mu Zhijun had made numerous preparations in advance for this matter. She had no idea how the old matriarch had found out about it, but she was certain that asking such a question directly to her face was by no means well-intentioned.

During the journey, Lei Xiu asked Ye Lan what kind of place this actually was. Ye Lan merely replied that once he arrived, he would naturally understand.

He worried that the Yong army might conquer Tianjinwei and advance beneath the walls of Beijing, yet he remained utterly helpless against Beijing itself. As long as Jiajing could pacify the populace and hold out stubbornly with all his might, awaiting the arrival of loyal reinforcement armies from all directions, Zhu Houhuang would ultimately have no choice left but to retreat.

Beneath that lay the actual outer shell, its surface as smooth as polished marble. One could easily imagine such a vehicle crushing its way across a battlefield without a single drop of blood adhering to it.

Facing a master of the Martial Ancestor realm, Situ Xuan dared not be the least bit careless; a single misstep could lead to a total and irretrievable defeat.

"I am still a college university student, and classes start the day after tomorrow! What on earth is your intention in trying to lure me out to go traveling?!" Lin Yichen interrogated.

Just as Tantai Mingyue was penning a secret letter to Zhou Guangji, Lu Mu, who had been traveling for hours, finally reached the banks of the Wushui River. Seeing that Zheng Bi and the craftsmen had completed the construction of the linked wooden boats, Lu Mu immediately gave the order to cross the river overnight.

"Return?" Alan asked, looking somewhat puzzled. "To the Winslow family? Or the orphanage where she used to stay?" He had no idea. Yet since this was her turf, surely no unexpected mishaps would occur.

"Who is it?!" Sensing something amiss, Yang Jie roared angrily, a terrifying aura of heavenly tribulation surging forth and hurtling toward Yuan Chen's concealed hiding spot.

The cultivation technique known as the Sacred Demonic Scripture caused Huo Zigen's dietary and digestive capacities to surpass those of ordinary people by countless folds.

Liang Ji had spent the previous evening drinking and making merry with his favorite fourth concubine, becoming so hopelessly intoxicated that he had no recollection of how he even made it to bed.

Upon hearing this, Miao Santian was overwhelmed with anxiety, hatred, and dread. She was anxious about why Shangguan Feilong had been injured, she hated him for leaving, and she shuddered at the thought of the scene that had transpired.

The neon lights blanketing the mountains adorned the night view of Weicheng with enchanting charm. Nana clamored once more to tour Weicheng, dragging Xi right up to the olive trees outside the Parthenon.

This time, the colossal claws of the black dragon grabbed Lambert squarely in the palm of its hand, and it was on the verge of snapping Lambert's head off.

Beholding Lan Youming vomiting, the strange beast known as an Ao took a few steps forward, glaring menacingly at him while the small horns upon its head quivered slightly, ready to pounce at any second.

"Return to your regiment's headquarters to rest first, and come back tonight. There are some matters I need to entrust to you," Liaofan said after finishing his warm water, feeling vastly more energetic.

"Dad went out to look for her, but it seems he hasn't been able to find anything. He goes out searching every single day, yet there's still not a single clue." Xuelei buried her entire body within Lan Youming's embrace, not even daring to look at Lan Pingling, knowing full well that Lan Pingling's expression at this moment must be exceptionally grim.

Yet Lan Youming no longer had the luxury of dwelling on such chaotic matters; his mind was currently as tangled as a mess of hemp. Since fate had bestowed power upon him, why did it withhold any substantive strength?

Lan Youming felt utterly lost; in his dreams, he was intensely violent, harboring an overwhelming urge to kill—to slaughter countless people.

Aier abruptly raised his leg and stepped out of the river. Even as his foot left the water, he could still faintly sense a lingering force pulling at him, trying to drag him along with the current. Yet in his sober state, that force posed no real threat to Aier.

He knew that Fourth Grandpa was angry because he was reluctant to disturb Suining, while the other grandpas remained fixated on the affair of the Hanging Ridge.

With an air of natural authority and imposing dignity, the man was unmistakably the resident of Courtyard Number A whom Boss Liu had mentioned—Guan Jiaren.

"I... as for the major events of marriage, I am in no hurry whatsoever." Xie Rushi's face flushed abruptly, looking profoundly guilty.

Within the realm of Ya'an, the Shen family was a prominent and distinguished clan with a reputable name. Thanks to the medicinal herbs produced at Hanging Ridge, they had accumulated considerable wealth. Yet the members of the Shen family remained content with simplicity, adhered strictly to medical ethics, and cared little for money. At the age of fifteen, members of the Shen family would begin diagnosing patients at the apothecary, sustained by the apothecary's provisions, leaving them with practically no concept of monetary wealth.

"Poor our Ah Yuan, putting a cast on your foot was clearly done out of concern for you, yet now you've been turned into an unreasonable, tyrannical CEO." Ivan clutched his chest in feigned heartache, fully embodying the spirit of a dramatic actor.

Together? But I am so foolish! Han Lianyi furrowed her brow in distress; she could not even manage the most basic tasks, let alone harbor any aspirations of learning new things.

Irritated by his sharp tongue, Han Lianyi felt a sudden urge to strike him again, but seeing him scamper away, she could not be bothered to give chase. Lowering her gaze to the white rose, a blissful smile blossomed across her face.

Furthermore, there remained a deeply perplexing issue: it was already four o'clock in the damn morning.