Volume 1, Chapter 50: Did he... truly feel nothing for Su Wanqing?

Xie Yancheng’s words fell like an imperial decree. The moment he finished speaking, Su Guoxing immediately halted in his tracks. Fortunately, Su Wanqing had kept a certain distance from him; otherwise, they might have collided.

She did not look back. Xie Yancheng hadn’t even mentioned any names, so who could know whom he was addressing or why.

“Are you talking about the matter that wasn’t settled yesterday? I’ll go with you,” Xie Yancheng said. Standing at an imposing height of 1.85 meters, he caught up with just a few strides and walked alongside Su Wanqing.

His gesture not only startled Su Wanqing but also left Su Guoxing, Su Wanning, and Luo Qian stunned. A chill ran down Su Guoxing’s spine—he had been involved in that contract. In the past, Dong Shuqian always took the initiative while he passively avoided confrontation; this time, he wanted to be as brave as Dong Shuqian.

Fang La rode a silver-maned white horse to the frontlines to oversee the battle personally. From afar, he saw Zhao Gou also arriving in person, and so he stepped forward. At this moment, he knew there was no room for retreat. Previously, he had left Crown Prince Fang Tianding behind in Hangzhou, leading to his death on the battlefield. This time, he was determined not to falter.

Before, he had been stuck in a mental rut, convinced that evading ground crushing was the only way to defeat the boss.

But now, the key wasn’t whether his wish could be fulfilled but a matter of timing. After all, the spread of a game takes time; it cannot propagate as quickly as the flu.

Many players were grinding materials behind him, looking at the man ahead grinning foolishly and then reluctantly averting their gaze.

According to Tang Chen’s estimation, neither of these two could face three slaves at once without risking their lives.

“No, don’t cry. There will be a chance; I will come back to take you away,” Tang Feng said tightly embracing them.

Wolf Ear hadn’t woken yet. Looking at the time, he cursed inwardly—the plane to Asahi had already departed. Delayed by those people, if he wanted to get to Asahi, he’d have to fly to some nearby developed country first and transfer flights. Otherwise, there was no chance of boarding a plane today.

They all knew Qin Feixue had successfully ascended to the Spiritual Blood realm by relying on the peak sixth-grade spirit beast, the Ice Finch’s, essence.

“If there’s no traffic, around 11 p.m. tonight,” Zhao Xuan coughed awkwardly again. He found his skin thickening; what once embarrassed him now sounded natural.

What was that guy hesitating about? Considering the backgrounds of his other three lovers, it was obvious even without thinking too hard.

Seeing such a breathtakingly delicate figure in person, even those familiar with statuesque beauty couldn’t help but admire. It seemed she was on par with Xiao Ruoting.

The Eternal Furnace continuously drew power from the void, converting it to endless propulsion for the spacecraft. Ripples of space surged as the ship sliced directly into the antimatter void interface, accelerating relentlessly at the limit, using the dimensional difference between the antimatter void and the material realm to achieve warp travel far exceeding light speed.

Li Lizhen was shy and spoke little, but when she lowered her head and smiled, an innocent charm shone through.

Everyone sensed that the rebranded “Asia Television,” a Hong Kong media outlet, harbored grander ambitions and a more aggressive spirit than before.

For example, in early 21st-century China, the music album market was only worth a few hundred million yuan, and even the biggest stars rarely sold over a million copies of a single album.

In the world of the Investiture of the Gods, the origin of the war stemmed from the leaders like Hongjun actively resolving catastrophe, unraveling the causes of boundless destruction, and redefining the heavenly order to their advantage.

“Absolutely! I will survive!” Gu Diao summoned every ounce of his magic to resist the power of the words cast by You.

The busiest country was undoubtedly China, and the most bustling place was the headquarters of the Interstellar Judge Organization. There, all official members worked with great excitement; being part of the organization was the pride of their lives.

Afraid to meet his gaze and risk being seen through, she feigned weakness and leaned toward him.

“Lover’s Slope! It’s said—” Shuai Ting peeked around and then edged closer to Song Yi, gossiping as if he were a schoolmate.

As for when he would break through to Yangshen, Pei Junlin was not worried at all. Only one thin veil remained; breaking through was merely a matter of time.

While Qing Qiu struggled with how to explain everything to Yu Hanxin without causing misunderstanding, Di Lige led her straight to Mingge Courtyard.

If the third personality hadn’t activated the Silver-level sub-personality, activating the Deadshot sub-personality would still be a gratifying gain for Raymond.

Why not seize this opportunity to let everyone go in and pick something? Perhaps they’d find a handy treasure.

As for Di Lige’s words, they were not unheard by others; perhaps to them, none of that mattered as much as Di Lige himself.

“I was taken in by my master at birth and have been here ten full years.” Speaking of this, Bai Shu’s bright face instantly dimmed, a faint sorrow lingering in her eyes.

“Still?!” Before she could react to the meaning of that “still,” the handsome face that had once captivated her was already close at hand. His deep starry eyes glittered like a night sky ablaze with stars.

Yet Juechen had always wanted to try this new spiritual water but lacked the ability to claim first place, which was the source of his disappointment.

Zhou Zhou respected Jiang Ling’s choice. In this editor-author pair, Jiang Ling was more straightforward, while Zhou Zhou was more like water, a senior who accommodated Jiang Ling’s sharp edges.

With innate deficiencies and depleted kidney qi, he could not endure the slightest fright or shock, especially during the fragile first three months of pregnancy. Yet he caused Dong Ru to suffer repeated provocations these days, ultimately overwhelming her body and mind, endangering the fetus.

Sure enough, Zheng Zhuyi’s mother was not angry upon learning of her actions. Spending money to satisfy oneself was normal; spending it on a favored author was no different from buying preferred clothes, jewelry, or hair ornaments.

Until they reached a large gate, Qu Ning saw with her own eyes the 360-degree camera above scrutinizing her, or perhaps, judging her.

Lin Yang held his phone in a brief daze. Although he had long planned to divorce, since she was in a vegetative state, the court would never grant it if he filed.