Volume 1, Chapter 59: Xu Xingyuan Has Arrived

Ji Shu did not expect to see Lu Jinchuan here.

Clad in a red and black ski suit that made him look even more unrestrained and flamboyant, he was undoubtedly the most striking flash of red against the vast expanse of white.

At that moment, a blue figure dashed swiftly down the opposite slope. Ji Chuanze turned sideways on his snowboard and glided onto a flat area not far away.

He walked toward them holding his snowboard with one hand, pausing involuntarily when he saw the person standing in front of Ji Shu.

By the time Dong Jiayi rushed to the capital yamen with her retinue of servants to lodge a complaint, the bright moon was already high in the sky. Shunzi, who had been by Han Zhenhan's side, had now had all his wounds treated, bound up so tightly that he looked just like a mummy.

However, the color of this plate armor was exceptionally hideous, to the extent that the temporary captain for this operation stubbornly refused to wear it no matter what. Who else could possibly have such a fiery temper, quarreling with Han Zhenhan and refusing to wear the equipment before heading out on a dangerous mission?

Lin Jiajia raised her head in a panic. Fu Shijin's dark eyes were as unfathomable as a deep pool; his gaze carried a luminous quality, pulling at one's soul like a vortex and drawing people in helplessly. Lin Jiajia bit her lower lip unconsciously.

This was not merely a simple change in cultivation level, but rather a profound sense of fulfillment and inner strength gained after digesting countless martial arts manuals.

Moreover, the imperial family had somehow been forced to take the blame, drawing the furious wrath of the Nine Great Sects and the Five Great Demonic Sects. Faced with such a situation, the royal family had no way to deny it even if they wanted to.

Clearly, we had broken up, but hearing this superficial fact spoken by someone else still made my heart ache as if it were being carved open by a knife.

Therefore, every time his father got out of prison and quarreled with him, blaming him for driving his mother to her death, he felt more heartbroken than anyone else, all right?

Although Mu Zhijun had said a great deal about Wen Youheng, Jian Yijun always had a lingering suspicion that Wen Youheng was not the mastermind behind the scenes. When Mu Zhijun spoke of Wen Youheng's methods, his tone was one of appreciation, much like an elder praising a junior for doing well in school, completely devoid of the difficulty of someone currently entangled in the situation.

"If you don't tell me about Lele, I will definitely not help you. If you are willing to tell me about Lele, I might consider helping to play matchmaker for the two of you." I refused to close off all possibilities; if Jiang Yang could not settle down, I certainly could not lead her blindly into a pit of fire.

The area outside the elevator was also pitch black, but apart from Yan Ruyi, the three of us did not need time to adapt to the dark to make out our surroundings. At a glance, we could tell it was an underground parking garage. Countless vehicle silhouettes loomed in the gloomy shadows, and the overhead work lights had all been extinguished.

Qi Yueting uttered the word "good" three times in succession, striking the ground with the silver staff in his hand. In an instant, multiple fireballs materialized behind Qi Yueting and surged toward Yun Yueyuan.

"Meals need to be nutritious. The braised pork made this time isn't too fatty, so eat a bit more. Dad is planning to pickle some sour radishes these next few days so we can have them with congee in the morning for convenience." Ji Changgeng rarely did such things, so tomorrow would be his first attempt.

Every time she looked at these clothes, this man would knit his brows with a look of utter disgust.

Duandu Dezhong's dream was pitch black, followed immediately by a suffocating shortage of breath. She reached out and grabbed wildly in the air, only to find that her body could not move as she fell straight down.

An expert of the Sovereign Emperor's caliber could actually tumble down from the top of a restaurant? What kind of international joke was that?

"It's nothing." Yun Xin felt a little embarrassed, afflicted with the awkwardness of being caught red-handed while peeking, and quickly turned to walk toward the cashier counter inside.

Wielding this identity to "throw one's weight around" and slap faces everywhere was actually quite useful, allowing her to navigate the overt and covert attacks from her stepmother and stepsister with ease.

Although she had entered a contractual marriage with Sikong Jue, she certainly did not expect the Sikong family to actually welcome an orphan like her through their doors.

With the greenhouse built, Lin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief; at the very least, these crops wouldn't all freeze to death this winter.

Mo Fu had already figured out a countermeasure. If she could not defeat this person, she would retreat with the child into her own spatial dimension and hide for a while. No matter what, preserving their lives was of the utmost importance.