Volume 1, Chapter 63: Madam Has Never Used Your Card All These Years

"Brother Yanchen? Brother Yanchen!"

Su Wanning was still joyfully sharing the fresh experiences of her first day at work when she turned her head and saw the man beside her staring blankly into the distance at the end of the road, his eyes as hollow as if veiled in mist.

She had to remember that she would have no such second chance; once she melted back into the ordinary crowd, death was the only thing awaiting her.

Fortunately, the newly joined Ruyi Plate Soul Master had a constitution strong enough; even with his head bloodied, he didn't pass out. Gritting his teeth, he still managed to unleash a millennium soul skill.

Arrangement software was undeniably convenient and improved work efficiency, but he was far more accustomed to performing anytime with a single guitar in hand.

In particular, the awakening of the Brawler class fulfilled every player's fantasy of obliterating a boss with a single skill.

Though she didn't entirely agree with his words, Yang Yutong felt a lingering sweetness in her heart; after all, this was equivalent to Fang Yuan acknowledging their relationship.

"Where did you get this scan from? Can this thing really show the condition of the Emperor's large intestine with such accuracy?" Lu Chengxuan asked with a furrowed brow.

Taiwan Accumulation Circuit, whose full name is Taiwan Integrated Circuit Manufacturing Company, is the world's first professional integrated circuit manufacturing service enterprise.

That night, Chen Jiangbei told Guan Lingling to sleep on the sofa and rest early, constantly feeling as though she might sneak into his bed in the middle of the night.

There are a total of four duel arenas. Aside from one free training ground, the other three require entry based on PK rankings.

Yet even so, his comprehension of swordsmanship was transcendent and extraordinary. Not to mention being beyond the reach of ordinary people, even Nameless fell short of him. One had to admit that heaven was simply too unfair, too excessive.

A flash of amusement crossed Mu Qingya's eyes as she pointed to a rockery nearby, leading Le Qi a few steps to the side.

Prompted by the Orc's words, the other two panicked Orcs also seemed to notice something. Orcs were naturally bellicose beings; they were not afraid of death, but they refused to die in such an obscure and baffling manner.

The Feng family's network was practically an impenetrable fortress. No matter how much effort he expended, he could find no breakthrough point, and several times he had almost been caught. Yet strangely, under such circumstances, someone had actually guided him out of that network system, averting danger.

Over there, Gu Yangchen paced back and forth in the living room like an angry lion, feeling both apprehensive and irritated. When Gu Yangguang finally emerged, Gu Yangchen glared at him furiously—had this fellow lost his mind?

Just imagine facing an adversary like that. If it were him, he would likely live in constant terror every single day. The man he secretly loved was practically a supreme hero when it came to romance.

"Your Majesty, Empress Dowager, this servant has prepared the pea flour cake," Nanny Sun announced upon her return, carrying a red begonia-patterned tray holding several plates of pastries, specifically pea flour cakes.

Jin Liunian's eyes suddenly grew deep and distant, fixing a steady gaze on the breeze before him as a nameless emotion flashed through the depths of his eyes. Raising his teacup, he lowered his gaze to take a light sip, then narrowed his eyelids slightly, as if pondering something.

"Qingya, what are you doing?" Duanmu Lingyu stared at Mu Qingya with wide eyes, his heart suspended in his throat. Seeing that she paid him no heed, he hurriedly leapt down from his horse, attempting to step forward only to be blocked by the Third Prince's guards.

Fatty Ya glanced around the restaurant, failing to spot the boss, manager, or floor supervisor, and walked toward Ma Yinxia.

After a long while, Nan Zhao felt a cold current flowing beside her. She snapped her eyes open to find Shen Rugu right beside her, his head positioned just above her face.

Liu Feifei first paid the bill, then returned to his suite along with his manager, Sun Qiong.

Lady Qin'er had no opportunity to resist whatsoever. Aunt Yi covered her mouth, and Lady Qin'er let out muffled sobs, as delicate and vulnerable as frail reeds.