Volume 1, Chapter 53: We Just Want to Live

Yan Jin drove in the direction Cen Mo had left, only to find the surroundings becoming increasingly desolate. After searching in a circle and returning, an uncanny feeling grew stronger within him. In the vast sea of people, he suddenly had no idea where to look for Cen Mo.

Who would have imagined that someone with Xu Hexi's playboy demeanor could cook, and cook so well? It was truly impressive.

Time drifted on endlessly. The domestic helpers had already tidied up the living room, yet Cheng Chen remained seated on the sofa.

Catherine's words acted like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing Alan's enthusiasm from head to toe. Alan snapped back to reality, looking at Nie Qianqian with an expression that showed he desperately wanted to go over but lacked the courage.

Xu Hexi's body gave a slight shudder. He looked at Nie Qianqian with deep apprehension in his heart—could it be that she had already found out something? Had she recovered her memories? Impossible. If she had recovered her memories, she wouldn't be acting so affectionate toward him. Yet if she hadn't, why would she say such a thing?

Su Bocheng sat inside the carriage, casting occasional glances toward Su Longyu and Zi Jiuhan. They had originally claimed they were heading to the Cheng family courtyard for a reunion dinner, but then Zi Jiuhan had casually remarked, "We aren't outsiders, let's all go together," and unceremoniously boarded the carriage.

As Liu Ying replied to He Chenxi, she unscrewed the lid of the thermos flask. The moment the cap was opened, the rich fragrance of rice permeated the hospital room. He Chenxi was reminded of the days when she used to go home to cook porridge for Mu Chixiu; smelling the rice aroma really made it easy to associate it with home.

The man wearing the ugly mask ignored him, keeping the pistol pointed at his head without lowering it, completely unconcerned about how heartbroken Qiao En was over Old Jim's death... He just coldly continued to urge him downstairs until both of them were seated inside the car.

"Who—who wants to arrest Chen Yidao?" Cao Bai demanded. Anyone daring to arrest Chen Yidao was completely lawless! Chen Yidao was his backer, after all! If anything happened to Chen Yidao, his position as mayor might become unstable.

"Senior Brother, if he cannot even handle a single perilous region, how can he talk about taking over my Dan Bao Sect? It would be far better to simply let him die there," Dan Lingzi said with a smile.

It had to be said that a man at work was always at his most endearing, while a successful man was forever the most charming. A man should always place his career above all else.

Meanwhile, shortly before the end of the workday, Ji Shangnan made arrangements for the upcoming engagement banquet. Following that, he hurried off to the tender embrace of Pei Yayi.

"This is utter nonsense! Who on earth are you? Why are you wronging this old man in such a manner?" Deng Chang flicked his sleeve, reducing the white paper in his hand to powder as he angrily rebuked them.

"You want the Ice Divine Art? Just kill me then," Jiang Yuan replied with a smile, his expression filled not just with anger, but even more so with fearless resolve.

Looking up at the Re河-bound fighter jets soaring across the sky, Ichiro Nambu initially gazed upward with absolute confidence. The fighters didn't even circle around before flying straight ahead, closely followed by two terribly awkward-looking transport planes.

Stationed in Nanjing to oversee operations, Zhang Xuelihua had to rely entirely on telegrams to direct and deploy all efforts concerning Rehe. For instance, this time the first batch of one hundred and eighty fighter jets from the Soviet volunteer air force aiding China was scheduled to pass through Chengde in Rehe, heading toward Jinan and Xuzhou to participate in the Nanjing war zone.

Upon truly entering this exquisite chess game, Liu Yunfei marveled at the unfolding events. He began to realize that this place must be a dungeon instance. From the outside, it looked like a completely ordinary chessboard; aside from being as massive as a football field, it had no particularly striking features.

With this thought in mind, Li Hexian hardened his heart and directly plunged his divine sense deep into the statue, determined to figure out what was causing this transformation.

He was like a lost child wandering a boundless desert where directions existed everywhere, yet not a single path belonged to him. He felt bewildered and disoriented; the internal anxiety and torment suffocating his soul made him feel stifled and driving him to the brink of madness.

The man's movements had long since woken the other imperial consorts. The men sat up one by one, only to find their empresses in the middle of making a swift escape.

Just as Hongyan's delicate, slender fingers were about to brush against Situ Qianchen's face, they were suddenly intercepted by another hand.

Giving Zhuge Changfeng a subtle, secret look, he raised his own guard as well. It seemed today's acquisition of firearms was not going to proceed smoothly.

Hearing this figure, Liu Feng was still quite astonished. Having dispatched both mysterious experts and such a large number of armed men, it appeared that the Zu寇 Mountain faction was planning to pull off something major this time.

Amidst the surging vital energy, the Black Cloud Swordsman instantly sensed a formidable crisis bearing down upon him. His body moved like a swift swallow, wind scattering the clouds as a flash of black sword light streaked past, desperately attempting to dodge the encircling web of Zhuo Tian's blade.

Although he hadn't placed high hopes on any of his subordinate Chinese or large restaurants making it into the Michelin Guide, he didn't believe there was zero hope either.

"You guys... you guys..." They were actually showing affection right in front of him! Yin Dannan instantly felt a surge of frustration swelling in his chest. What was so great about Yu Pianpian anyway? She was flat-chested, childish, and had a terrible temper. Yet this Fuyun Nuan was still making eyes at her.

Liu Feng was well aware of Liu Yulian's carefree and boisterous personality, which meant he could say anything to her without any reservations. Even if she got angry, she would still be grinning at him the very next day.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiyu felt a slight pang in her heart. Ever since Xing Luo had left, she had no idea how he had grown up abroad, nor how many brushes with death he had experienced. Now that Xing Luo brought it up, her own curiosity was piqued, and she nodded slightly.

"I will make you satisfied." Crimson pupils stared fixedly at Mu Tianchen, a scarlet tongue licking across the lips. Seeing Yang Lei's expression, Mu Tianchen's heart suddenly constricted. For some reason, the current Yang Lei gave him a deeply unsettling sense of foreboding.

The character I wrote on the door? That was written with my own blood to prevent anyone who shouldn't enter the room from coming in.