Chapter 50: Canceling the Date

Countless people adored Sheng Zhiyi; she had always been the one pursued. Taking the initiative to chase a man like this was an absolute first in her life.
They always said that a woman chasing a man was separated by merely a veil, but she felt that between her and Shen Yichi lay a vast river.
Shen Yihuan had told her: To pursue an aloof and ascetic man like my older brother, you have to be utterly fearless. You must unleash boundless passion paired with relentless persistence.
Right...
Furthermore, Chen Qingdi had offended him so deeply back then, and behind the scenes had even given his nephew Zhou Qizhao a severe beating. If he didn't seek some relief from Global Entertainment for this lingering resentment, he would simply be doing a disservice to his position as the Vice President of the Film and Television Guild.
Zhang Liao's cavalry finally began their charge, launching a sneak attack. To maximize their lethality, they formed neat columns of three, commencing their favored, proficient, and effortless death-dealing trample.
"This... Hmph!" Letting out a muffled grunt, Tong Jiayan suddenly caught sight of an ice-blue gaze sweeping across him through the dense layers of crowds. After shuddering for no apparent reason, Tong Jiayan saw Hulohan—the very person who had saved his life that fateful night—escorting a young man of about his own age across the courtyard.
"We should trust President Zhang, shouldn't we?" Young as Tan Jun was, his mind was quite nimble.
Before Lin Yi could speak, the sounds of fists and palms clashing amidst angry shouts echoed from the bamboo grove. Granny Cen was seen fighting retreating battles alongside a pair of conjoined freaks—none other than those two comic reliefs, Bai Laoqi and Bai Laojiu.
He glanced at the wall! What met his eyes through hundreds of checkpoints was the steadily approaching silhouette of powered armor.
Later, she published a novel online and thus joined the grand army of writers. Although she never achieved massive fame, it took her three years to transition from initially supplementing her household income to living a comfortable life.
Lü Bu's face turned ashen as he urged the entire army on the northern shore. He knew this was the result of burning gunpowder. The soldiers on that warship were basically finished; surviving an explosion of that magnitude was a near-impossibility.
That was because he had previously acquired a wolf-shaped puppet within the Forbidden Puppet Grounds, whose damaged eyeball had severely plummeted its combat capability. Once fully repaired, it would be able to unleash its complete strength.
Wei Zhongxian? A milestone figure in the eunuch industry and the ultimate benchmark for practitioners of castration. Though he lacked anything below the belt, his biography remained extraordinarily colorful. As the mighty Nine-Thousand-Year-Old, he was perhaps the only eunuch to ever attain the status of wearing python robes and jade belts.
Stepping out of Mu Sanduo's house and returning to the township government, Smith didn't say a word before pulling out the contract for Wang Ling'er to review.
Mei Shuisheng had already attained the advanced stage of the Sky-Flying Realm, so carrying Du Xuening through the air via flight was naturally effortless for him. She stared fixedly at the Qiu father and son, a wave of warmth surging within her heart.
Along the entire journey, Liu Ziyan tried repeatedly to strike up a conversation with Meng Ziyue. Unfortunately, Meng Ziyue never gave her the chance, maintaining a cold, silent expression the whole way. With their destination now in sight, Liu Ziyan finally mustered her courage and spoke.
When Miao Huanshan had previously completely relaxed his mental defenses to let Xu Shutong use mental resonance to observe the gene-ability chains within his body, two synapses were discovered on Miao Huanshan's quicksand-art gene-ability chain—which were essentially two related gene base points that had been mildly developed.
Yet what kind of place was the Xiao family? How could they ever allow anyone to run amok? Fighting the Xiao family basically never led to a good ending, so it was better to forget it. This matter must not reach Lin Jiu's ears.
As Zhang Yijun and Li Shangyin stepped out of Prime Minister Niu's mansion, delicate snowflakes had begun to drift across Chang'an. Zhang Yijun dusted the fine snow from his saddle, swung gracefully onto his horse, and tightly wrapped the collar of his robe.
"Let's go, what are you spacing out for?" Jiang Yuanqiao was always singing the same tune as Han Sanjiang.
At this moment, however, Hu Xishi immediately hurried to Jiang Li's side, wrapped her arms around his, and flashed a deeply joyous expression.