Volume 1, Chapter 64: Stealing the Token of Love

Before the words had even faded, that colleague already reached out to snatch Su Wanqing’s bag.

Furious at this unprovoked accusation, Su Wanqing found it both absurd and speechless.

Her clothes might have been a bit plain, but could that possibly be a reason to be framed for theft?

At that moment, Su Wanning, who had been sobbing aside, caught sight of the dispute. She immediately wiped away her tears and walked over, her voice choked like crumpled paper:

"Sister Wanqing, have you seen my earrings? They were a gift from Brother Yanchen when we made our relationship official five years ago, and they mean more to me than anything else... If you’ve seen them, could you please tell me?"

That same colleague immediately cut in:

Even though he was wearing an inner robe underneath, Yuan Jinshu couldn't really see anything. However, having been a couple for so long, Yuan Jinshu knew how robust and well-defined Mu Ze's physique truly was.

Just as she was about to turn back and escape in her car, the crowd behind her automatically parted to make a way.

Yet the Marquis of Pingnan remained unconcerned, his expression entirely unchanged. The Crown Prince was the sovereign and he was the subject; could the sovereign ever be wrong? The one who was wrong would always be the subject. Since the Emperor wished to see a reconciliation between him and His Highness the Crown Prince, he would simply comply.

Ah Jiu still had four hundred men left. Fortunately, the enemies they encountered were not the entire Xiongnu force, but presumably just one detachment. Ah Jiu did not know their exact numbers, but they certainly looked more numerous than his own side.

"Slap!" Inside the imperial nunnery, the masked man who had appeared before struck Song Qinghuan across the face. "Who gave you permission to act on your own accord?" His strength was formidable, and a clear handprint instantly rose on Song Qinghuan’s fair, translucent cheek.

"Imperial Brother, the senior officials have already been persuaded to leave, and the matter has been perfectly resolved. Since you are busy with state affairs, your younger brother will take his leave." Ah Jiu smiled ingratiatingly at Emperor Zhaoming and immediately turned to walk away.

In an instant, she felt her body growing lighter, and the black demonic energy enveloping her dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That day, the Du family sent an invitation to the residence, inviting Jiuzhu over as a guest. Jiuzhu jumped three feet high and, grabbing Bi'er, prepared to rush out, only to be stopped at the door by Steward Lu.

However, after waiting for a long time, Song Wanjun still said nothing. Standing two or three steps away, her gaze rested entirely upon her, sizing her up continuously.

The eccentric old man took Yuanbao to the southwest to search for the whereabouts of his wayward disciple. Relying on the residual snake venom left in that person's body, Yuanbao would have a certain level of perception when they got close. The eccentric old man scoured every corner of the poisonous mountains and forests in Yunnan, and even encountered ethnic minorities living in seclusion deep within the mountains.

In an instant, Feng Bufan’s mood was like riding a roller coaster, plunging from the heavens straight down to the abyss.

"What were you thinking? Did you think I was done for? Haha, rest assured, I have a tenacious life and won't die so easily." Feng Bufan gently stroked Liufeng’s hair and smiled.

In Europe, within a certain seaside castle, there was a guard stationed every five steps and a sentry every ten. The defense was so airtight that not even a fly could squeeze through. The wandering servants all possessed a poise and stature uncommon to ordinary people; with servants like these, one could easily imagine the master.

"Will they come?" Chen Zhen gazed up at the blue sky. White clouds drifted leisurely, the sky was exceptionally azure, and in the river not far away, fish were chasing each other—not playing, but engaging in a serious brawl. The malevolent Qi overflowing from the mountains had already affected the water source, breeding violent fish.

The cherry blossoms blooming within the courtyard walls swayed with the night wind, and scattered petals drifted out, falling into the river and before the bridge.

All she wanted now was for this fool to be safely married off out of the Yun estate. That way, wouldn't the Yun estate fall securely into the hands of their second branch?

The large black horse snorted twice and pushed its way forward, excitedly stretching out its large mouth to bite at the ground. The she-wolf's fur instantly bristled, and she let out a low whimper, using her already scarred and battered body to block the large black horse.

Immersed in such an environment, Ruan Shisan even faintly smelled an entirely nonexistent yet overwhelmingly dense bloody stench—terrifying and deeply eerie.

The battle grew increasingly fierce and savage, and the battlefield constantly expanded. Both of them moved toward the sky, shifting the combat to the high heavens where there was ample room to maneuver.

This made it blatantly clear that he had no intention of giving up this black-money chain, nor would he allow the self-preservation-seeking Xia family to stay out of it.

Facing the approaching hulking brute, Guyu did not dare to be careless. Without knowing the opponent's true strength, he chose stillness to counter motion this time. Facing an opponent stronger than himself, Guyu could not afford the slightest flaw, so neither of them moved, fearing that exposing a vulnerability would result in being slain by the other.

"In that case, let's do something." With those words, Jing Moxian gently laid Qian Ruoruo down onto the bed, his slender fingers gracefully undoing Qian Ruoruo's buttons one by one.

In the military cafeteria, it was completely empty. Before each person sat a large bowl of steaming egg noodle and vegetable soup, a bowl of American frozen peas stir-fried with corn kernels, and a plate of canned luncheon meat.

Wang Kun took out a cigarette, wedged it between his fingers, and motioned for Li慧 to find some matches. Wang Peng waved his hand to stop Li Hui, pulled a lighter directly from his pocket to light Wang Kun's cigarette, and then took out his own to light it as well.

He no longer wanted to be a mere chess piece. Yet this chessboard was also the universe itself; how could he escape this realm? The only way was to shatter it and establish a new order. To achieve this required immense power—that was the domain of true deities.

When I opened my eyes, I was still soundly lying on that sofa in that room within the underground facility, which belonged to me.

Compared to the awkward and clumsy fall when coming down, Li Nan was quite fortunate this time. The strap did not snap, and he climbed back up steadily.

"It's just that his postoperative recovery has been rather poor, and he lacked some necessary medications at the time. Now, most of Liu Ziming's skin has become infected, and he is at high risk of losing his life!" Li Nan's expression grew gloomy once again.

Brother Hai hurriedly scrambled up from the ground, then reversed his grip on a stone, keeping it hidden from others.

After the morning meeting, just as I was thinking of sneaking home to sleep, Pan Lin called, saying someone wanted to see me.

The robbers on the main street instantly fell into chaos, hastily rushing back to their homes to gather the grain they had just taken, and then hurriedly running back to return it to Qin Moyu.

"That remains unclear, but the Demon God Palace should open on schedule after one hundred thousand years." The two immortals were still discussing the Demon God Palace.

Those three diamond-shaped magical treasures churned with rolling black Qi, firmly suppressing the Bone City. The battle around them was the fiercest; each diamond-shaped artifact was guarded by twenty or thirty Netherworld puppets, while before them, numerous bizarre, fire-clad beasts launched frenzied attacks.

Deng Qingquan and Ji Feng laughed heartily, and even Qu Xing, who was usually reticent, wore a smile.

"Could it really be that fellow surnamed Qin, or the work of the Dedao Martial Arts Hall?" Yue Zhenxiong was now filled with fury.

Chen Cailing helped pack clothing and other daily necessities, and within a moment, several backpacks were stuffed to the brim.

The Dao talisman instantly burned to ashes, and the "Five Ghosts of Burial Love" appeared by my side. The strength of the five ghosts now differed vastly from how they had been initially.

"How do you know that thing is real?" Ye Shuiyue took the divine fruit handed to her by Qin Moyu, her gaze toward Chen Yan filled with doubt. Was this man truly Elder Yeyuan's disciple? With so many treasures, let alone Yeyuan, even the clan leader and the grand elders might not possess them, let alone hand them over to her so generously.