Volume 1, Chapter 58: The Argument

Shen Qingran and Qin Xiangnan went to the house, only to find that no one was home.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know the landlord wasn't home. Now that you know the place, you can come by yourself tomorrow."

Shen Qingran didn't mind at all. "Dr. Qin, I should be the one apologizing for troubling you."

"Well, in that case, I'll just take the bus by myself."

Qin Xiangnan wanted to offer to drive her back, but he hesitated for a moment. In the end, he didn't chase after her.

As dusk fell, she managed to catch the bus. Just as the vehicle started moving, a loud shout came from behind.

"Driver, driver, wait for me!"

Today's bus driver was very kind and brought the vehicle to a halt. Shen Qingran watched as someone came running like a large hound...

The royalties were tied to the click-through rates. A post with over two hundred thousand views was worth five hundred yuan, followed by fifteen hundred, one hundred thousand, and fifty thousand in descending order, with even the lowest tier guaranteeing at least a three-digit sum.

He paid no attention to what had just happened; right now, he cared far more about Leng Youyue's physical condition.

Once locked down by the Death Mark, as long as the caster and the shadow's shurikens didn't miss, the target would not survive, even with healing spells.

At that moment, however, Miao Fengyun broke free from Lu Zihan's grip and pressed her legs tightly together, blocking Liang Yubo's view completely.

A core player from the LDL might not necessarily be qualified to play in the Super League, and a disabled solo-queue king who had spent two years playing with mediocre European players only held a Grandmaster rank on the Chinese server.

She bowed slightly to the crowd, then turned and walked away like a walking corpse, unwilling to have any further interaction with them.

The referee's thoughts drifted far away as the person who haunted his dreams appeared right before his eyes.

Right now, he was like a starving wolf, frantically gathering the dark gold jade scattered all around.

Tang Lin was currently at the fourth layer of the Qi Refining realm. Once he broke through to the fifth layer, it would be equivalent to the level of an ultimate martial artist. The power of the Golden Spirit Sword and the Buddhist Dharma lamp would surge dramatically, and he would even be able to execute the fifth form of the Desolate Sword Technique.

During their previous sparring sessions, the five-man Saber hero composition was usually at a disadvantage. After all, the Crimson Sparrow had never had the chance to enter the Super League, and the experience accumulated in the LDL had many shortcomings.

Enhanced by magic, the range of this giant crossbow reached several thousand meters, capable of striking creatures even a nautical mile away.

Suddenly, a pale-faced man with blood at the corner of his mouth staggered through the front door. He lunged toward the counter, leaning heavily against it with half his body, and slammed two primordial stones onto the wooden surface.

Fang Yi naturally knew that this fellow was one of the four frauds, so he certainly didn't give him a pleasant expression.

At that very moment, he thought of Uncle Fu, a man a few years older than him who had often helped him out. However, because she looked down on Uncle Fu for being a servant—and suspected he might have been sent by others to keep an eye on him—she had never treated him well.

Sanluzi was sent flying instantly by the heavy slap from the burly man, crashing to the ground and releasing his grip on the man's thigh. Moments later, the right side of Sanluzi's face visibly swelled up and grew higher.

Or perhaps he was gay, which would explain why he didn't care about approaching the opposite sex while already in a relationship.

The spiritual energy in the air dissipated once more, but this time, the attempt succeeded. All the spiritual energy poured into the talisman, and the air returned to its usual calmness.

Gordoni watched the stealthy descendant of the purple dragon, who was completely exposed under the True Sight spell, meeting its slightly appraising gaze as it remained invisible.

The opponent didn't need accurate information; suspicion alone was enough. Once doubt was planted, Lin Mo would have to face a relentless series of investigations.

Meng Ming stepped closer and saw cold sweat pouring down the man's face, droplets the size of beans streaming down continuously. It looked as though he was in excruciating pain.

"Some truly repulsive people." Annie looked coldly at the group before her, speaking with resolute conviction.

At this point, Lian Po must have been on his way! Following the arrival of spring, the military standoff between Qin and Zhao would officially begin, ushering in a two-year war of attrition until neither state could sustain the losses, leading straight to the decisive Battle of Changping.

As the saying goes, a gentleman can be deceived by what is proper. Cao Qiudao was close enough to being a gentleman of the sword. Since this duel was strictly about swordsmanship, Cao Qiudao would never resort to any tricks outside of swordsmanship—a realization Zhao Kuo had just arrived at.

Although they couldn't see through Yang Tianfan's cultivation level, these people refused to believe that anyone in this realm could possess such a terrifying level of power, assuming that Bai Xue could easily deal with him on her own.

Still, this was for the better. If he couldn't squeeze out a single interesting reaction even after ten attempts, how could they add any joy to the concubine struggles in the main household of the Mo Mansion?

"Alright, didn't I say not to bring this up again?" Ye Xun said helplessly, casually picking up the jade butterfly hairpin from the box and gently twirling it.

The district bosses had already confirmed that the chosen candidate was this man named Cheng Zhen. However, out of habit, they still consulted Luo Qi for his opinion.

The terrifying nature of the Underworld Palace seemed far more complex than it appeared. Although this was merely Luo Qi's intuition, it felt intensely real.

"Chang'an, Huo Chang'an! Come back!" Xiao An's body swayed violently. The iron-fisted empress dowager, who had always lived a life of pampered luxury, spoke with a hoarse voice, her elaborate hair disheveled and her eyes red-rimmed.

Half an incense stick of time later, several maidservants entered the room to convey an imperial decree from Consort Ai, bearing gifts for the new bride. However, upon witnessing the scene inside the room, everyone gasped in shock and bolted out in terror.

One must know that when the Emperor of Qian grew angry, it was like a taut bowstring that could snap at the slightest misstep.

Left Fei grabbed Meng Meng and abruptly turned toward the door, looking as fiercely aggressive as someone about to start a brawl.

Mu Linshu was panic-stricken; this was a disaster. Even Yi Menglin had misunderstood, let alone Yu Jinshu. No wonder she had spoken to him that way earlier—was it really because of this Hu Feier?

"So that's why you were stealing food from the cafeteria!" Xu Zhangfeng was stunned. He had previously wondered why Ma Yan didn't look fat yet had such a massive appetite.

A spearmen unit with such crude equipment was fragile, but when a thousand spearmen with such crude equipment formed a battle array, they became formidable. So formidable that they could crush everything in front of them and tear apart all opposition.