Volume 1, Chapter 55: Let Another Male Comrade Invite You?

After getting off work, Shen Qingran packed her things along with Qin Xiangnan and Hao Youqian.

"Where are we going?"

Hao Youqian wiggled his hips with a jaunty air, "Doctor Shen, we are going to a dance hall."

A dance hall?

Shen Qingran's modern brain almost failed to keep up with the rhythm.

Having lived for so long in her past life, she had been to KTVs a few times, but she had genuinely never set foot in a bar—and it wasn't because she was uncool, but simply because she had no time. Back when she was studying medicine, she used to wish she could paste textbooks onto her face even while going to the restroom.

She never expected that coming here would give her a taste of trendiness.

The night in Ning City possessed a charming, lazy ambiance.

The streets were clean and orderly, with vendors' cries rising one after another.

Amidst curling wisps of white smoke, the mundane yet warm hustle and bustle of human life drifted and settled.

Soon, they saw...

The Emperor had detained Shuang'er and the others within the palace, but she cared little about this. In truth, even if they were to genuinely die, she would not shed a single extra tear.

Melodious singing drifted over from afar, emanating from the opposite grove. The song blended with the notes of the flute and zither, merging with the sunset and evening mist, adding an even deeper sense of melancholy.

Just as she was about to step forward, Xia Chan noticed that Fu Weiming, lying on the ground, suddenly moved his sleeve, as if trying to reach for something.

Regardless of Annie Dai's attitude or state when questioning me, I would always choose to answer truthfully. In that fleeting moment of guilt and panic, I finally understood that our bond made her care about me in her heart, and she had remained silent out of fear that I wouldn't believe her; yet I had forgotten that this very same bond also made me care about her in my heart, fearing that I wouldn't answer her honestly.

To be honest, as he blocked the two of them, Boss He's legs were trembling, his hands were shaking, and his heart was pounding wildly against his ribs. However, in order to live up to the trust the Xiao family had placed in them, Boss He put everything on the line, desperately blocking the two of them from getting close to Xiao Qiqi.

"Ruoruo, your uncle really knows martial arts; Sister Annie has seen it." Annie Dai timely acted as a witness. That fight with Li Chenxi had been extremely perilous—something Annie Dai probably couldn't fully capture in words.

He naturally knew that these noble clans in the capital each had their respective alliances and allegiances—some attached to the Wang family, some to the Xie family, and others to Prince Ming, among others.

He didn't mind at all that Chen Yang had already eaten some of it. After Chen Yang handed it over, he even felt a little embarrassed, thinking he might have been too abrupt.

Chen Gang tried to reason with himself, and then instinctively glanced not far away at Wu Li, who was breathing heavily.

"Yes, master," Xiang An nodded and said, "Now I can feel a wisp of primordial energy of heaven and earth circulating within my elixir field, feeling cool and refreshing. Master, am I practicing correctly?" Xiang An asked.

"Despicable fellow!" Fu Dameng roared angrily, his internal energy surging throughout his body. He released an internal energy protective shield to safeguard himself, but this significantly slowed down his fleeing speed.

The sharp fish tail slashed back and forth across the grass like a saber, while its upper body was that of an ugly middle-aged man.

Yet, despite Lei Sheng saying this, the Guang Family Head knew the matter surely wasn't that simple, for there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Earlier, when Jiang Chen broke through to the twenty-fourth level of Qi Refining, Mu Qingxue had been right beside him and had sensed the condition within his body.

The noise at the scene could not possibly grow any louder. Seeing the referee's gesture, Wu Li did not retract his outstretched finger; instead, he raised his arm slightly, pointed toward the auditorium, and spun around in place.

Guangbo waited at the entrance five minutes early, wearing an expression of awe and trepidation upon seeing Ge Ying.

However, there was a sect master of transcendent talent who reached the Earth Immortal realm in merely a few decades.

Ji Wusheng was somewhat puzzled, but upon hearing Gu Aoxue's explanation, his expression also turned solemn.

"It's fine, go ahead and cry. You'll feel a bit better after letting it out. In the future, you still have little sister Su Xi'er, Uncle Su Zimo, and Auntie Mei, you know," Mei Bixue looked at the other person's stubborn yet fragile appearance, sighed, and said with heartache.

Yet heaven still felt his blows were not heavy enough; within the massive family, the sole heir, Long Tianwei, turned out to be an irredeemable good-for-nothing.

"Although I don't know what you were thinking, your suspicion has been cleared, and you may leave now," Officer Lin said with a smile. Though the affair had fizzled out at the end, the overall conclusion was acceptable.

"I must look terribly ugly right now, right?" Terry said with a hollow gaze and a trace of self-mockery.

The chair he sat on had a backrest, feeling heavy and sturdy, crafted from an unknown variety of wood. Stroking the armrests on both sides, they were not smooth; one of the armrests was only half-there, while the other had been cleanly severed in the middle without shattering apart.

Among relatives, comparison was an inevitable reality, whether one acknowledged it or not. As the old saying goes: "Even if you are poor in a bustling market, no one knows you; if you are rich in the deep mountains, you have distant relatives." This was an eternal truth. In an instant, Zheng Ji's uncles and aunts showered him with praise, making Li Xuemei's face beam with joy.

Hu Li saying this wasn't intended to mock Li Nan, but rather to retain the advantage of the counter-pick. This counter-pick wasn't about moving slowly, but about responding afterward, allowing him to target the opponent's chosen profession.

True Immortal Zhaoxian's eyes were like lightning, and with a sudden, thunderous shout, ripples rolled across the void before him. Those wandering sword incantations and sword threads were swept up by the waves like floating aquatic creatures.

And right as Bota was about to place his dagger against Ying Si's neck, the situation suddenly changed. Misty Fog, Ember Fire, and Ice Heart seemed to have dropped straight out of the sky, and three half-step Saint-rank experts, even stronger than him, surrounded him almost instantly.

Filled with profound confusion, he tried to recall, but his mind remained a blank slate. Deciding not to dwell on it further, he began to examine the dark-colored paper in his hand. The page was utterly ordinary, devoid of any discernible marvelous traits.

"A visit? This old man doesn't have that kind of idle time." The elder known as Tiemu Qingzheng was also sizing up Sima Changfeng continuously, wondering why he had appeared here.

"Did you open the connecting gate and fight in the living world precisely for those symbols?" Yae Rei asked.

At the same time, garrison troops needed to be stationed along these walls. Wang Hou intended to have the heroic spirit troops take turns garrisoning the place when the time came.

"What, are you looking for a fight?" Faced with Weber's movement, the warriors hurriedly stopped him. Meanwhile, Wang Hou cast a casual glance at Weber and said offhandedly.

Having suffered a covert blow, I grew cautious, thinking I should first figure out what kind of place this was before doing anything else.

"Take this stick from your old man!" The giant ape leaped into the air, wielding the stone cudgel and bringing it down relentlessly in a crushing blow directly at the Thunder Flame Python.

"It's fine, she probably can't hear anything outside right now." Mu Fengye pretended to tidy up the coffee table while stuffing the envelope away.

After clearing out all living creatures within a radius of one hundred kilometers, this massive army began constructing various defensive fortifications.

Once the fatty and the ghost put away their guns, the standoff ended. Afterward, everyone worked together to handle Shirley's dismembered remains right where she fell. Since the ground was solid rock and it was impossible to lay her to rest in the earth, they built a simple grave using fragmented stones.

Lady Zhurong made a feint with her left hand, causing Zhang Yi to dodge hastily in a panic. Unexpectedly dodging into empty air, the fourth flying dart arrived, piercing precisely into Zhang Yi's left wrist. Seeing that Zhang Yi had taken the bait, Lady Zhurong wheeled around to resume the fight. With only one hand holding his spear, how could Zhang Yi possibly resist? He was promptly captured alive by Lady Zhurong once more.