Chapter 91: A Person So Beautiful They Shine
Qian Lai jumped off the back seat of Hua Cheng’s bicycle and ran toward the research institute.
“Brother Cheng, thank you for bringing me here. I’ll head upstairs now.”
“Hey, wait a minute!” Hua Cheng parked his bicycle and chased after her for a couple of steps, asking, “At noon, let me take you to the cafeteria at the Medical University for lunch. The food there is much better than ours at Xin University.”
“And take this with you.”
It was a kraft paper bag tied with a thin string.
A scorching, pungent smell wafted out. The man sliced the Fire Phoenix in two with a single stroke, but it did not fall apart; the blood-red long blade instantly melted away, leaving only the hilt.
Lan Mengjun smiled gently and tilted her head up toward the sky where the shadows of swords were most dense. Her face revealed countless wriggling black lines, like maggots, which frightened the sword shadows into wavering and trembling.
In this era, Guan Yu’s reputation is far inferior to what it was in his historical heyday; yet this battle nearly caused his fame to soar overnight.
If it had been someone else surrounded by this immense army, there would have been only two choices: those without integrity would kneel and beg for mercy; those with integrity would simply take a sword to their own throat. Who would consider anything else, let alone attempt to break through the encirclement like these two madmen?
Jun Mo reached out and gently stroked Ruo’er’s head, inhaling the subtle fragrance from her hair. He paused for a moment, suddenly realizing the hidden meaning in her words.
If Zhou Yu knew that among the reinforcements there was only Gao Shun and no strategists to assist him, he would undoubtedly slap his thigh and hurry to have his previously conceived plans put into action.
Li Hui said, “Since all people under heaven are equal, I hope the Flying Dragon Society can lend me a hand. If the day comes when our wishes are fulfilled, it would not have been in vain for Lord Liu and the generations of your Flying Dragon Society leaders to struggle so tirelessly.”
“Naonao doesn’t know, but Naonao really likes Daddy and Mommy and doesn’t want to be without them,” Naonao said, resting his head.
Li Hui kicked open a household door, not caring whether anyone was inside, and threw Zhou Tai and Mi Fang in first. He and Gan Ning hurriedly closed the door.
She refused him. Though she did not say it outright, it was clear—she rejected him. Her life now was so good, so happy; every day was exactly what she wanted, and she no longer wished to be disturbed.
Hearing this, Chen Yue said nothing more. In her heart, she hoped Xi Mubai would do something, instead of always carrying such heavy thoughts.
Thinking of what Fan Yao had told him, he hadn’t slept well for days. This feeling made Xia Yunsheng deeply uncomfortable.
The moment the news reached him, Yu Yinghao, a cancer patient, danced and waved his arms like a delighted child.
Below the square building was a vast room, roughly estimated at about a hundred square meters. When the three of us turned on our flashlights and walked inside—
“I’m full, how about you?” Dai Guozi patted his stomach, clearly agreeing with Gu Changming’s suggestion: it was time to go home.
“Sister, stop crying; your makeup will smudge,” Yi Qianqian said hurriedly, seeing the tears welling in Su Annuan’s eyes.
Those who survived the ordeal all celebrated exuberantly with shouts. Lin Xiaoxue was so excited she rushed over and hugged me tightly, tears streaming from her eyes.
“Qianqian, do you truly feel nothing for Mo Lengyu?” Su Annuan could sense Yi Qianqian’s resistance toward Mo Lengyu.
Su Jin glanced coldly at Yu Zihan, looked past her to the gloomy Zhao Yong and his group behind, ignored Yu Zihan’s provocation, and signaled Qi Fangfang and Xiang Yijie to finish their meal quickly.
Every word between the two was deliberate and precise, each hoping to extract the information they needed from the other, until the conversation halted at three hundred million dollars.