Volume One, Chapter 127: A Shotgun Wedding?

Zheng Yi was on duty. The coffee shop owner had left his newly purchased iPhone on the counter and suspected a customer had swiped it. He had brought a rookie officer over to check the surveillance footage, never expecting to run into the three of them, so he thought he would stop by to say hello.

Instead, he ended up hearing Zhou Zhihang talk about having a little one on the way.

Jian Shuyan, like a startled ostrich, lifted the hem of Zhou Zhihang’s overcoat and buried her head inside.

Having broken the seal once before, Long Tian felt fully confident for the second attempt. Lightning flickered beneath his feet as he pushed his Thunder Shadow Steps to their peak, waiting only for the Phantom Killing Finger to shatter the barrier.

"Yes, thank you, Doctor!" Upon hearing that his brother Leng Yi was out of danger, Shangguan Mengdong finally let out a sigh of relief.

Twenty-eight soldiers stood there, not in military uniforms or camouflage. They were embarking on a cross-border mission; should they fall, they would remain unsung heroes. Yet, they marched with firm, heroic strides, walking toward the waiting helicopters without a moment’s hesitation.

Seeing my persistence, the instructor smiled and said, "Since this is your first offense for letting the soup get cold, I won't hold it against you, but let this be the last time." He delivered the final words with a resonant, metallic firmness.

But the problem now was, as the saying goes, "Once you enter the gates of a noble house, the depth is like the sea." While the Hao mansion might not compare to such high status, it was likely close enough, wasn't it?

She had long heard that the pastries at Wangyue Tower were a specialty of Taihe County. Unfortunately, she had always been too poor, unable to afford even a few plates of snacks with her daily earnings, so she had never tasted them until today.

Gu Yun likely assumed that her traveling alongside Hao Ling these past few days had fostered some affection between them, and she mistook his polite, gentle tone for genuine interest. And so, here she was, bringing him soup late at night.

"I say, Brother Leng Yi, I'm still single. Do you really have to rub it in like that?" Shangguan Mengdong rolled his eyes helplessly. They were being lovey-dovey in public right in front of him—it was simply detestable.

The moment he broke through that layer of innocence, his heart surged like a tidal wave! There was no longer any reason to doubt her identity.

At the time, although the Lotus family owned vast lands and mountains, they had a large household to feed, and the family was not particularly wealthy.

"What exactly did the prophecy say? Did your master mention if it was auspicious or ominous?" Old Master Yang asked anxiously.

In the second month after Zhang Liang became the Evil Emperor, the Turks invaded. With the help of the defense maps, Kou Zhong and Li Shimin joined forces and successfully repelled the Turkic army.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, smoke signals rose in all directions, and the military banners fluttered precariously in the gale—a portent of the storm to come.

Xing'er always felt that Boss Long’s explanation was a bit far-fetched; one could tell from his expression that he was still hiding something from her.

Bai Mu felt helpless. He ruffled his hair in frustration; the once dashing and elegant young gentleman was now in complete disarray.

"Taxi" and the friends he brought along were criminal police, and they immediately began their investigation. Suddenly, caution tape was pulled up around the area. After comforting Zhu Kongque, Tang Long stood up and entered the scene to investigate.

"Bang!" The heavy furnace lid was blown off. A pungent, rich fragrance rushed into the air, and a blinding white light radiated from the pill, looking like a silver moon resting inside the black furnace.

These words were carved deep into their souls, like a brand that could never be washed away or forgotten.

"Hum!" The invisible restrictions in the surroundings swept all the blood mist and gore in the air toward the old man. As he opened his mouth and inhaled, he swallowed it all, a look of wanton malice flashing through his blood-red eyes.

"What kind of logic is that? Shouldn't a fortune teller be accurate?" Xu Maogong countered. Steward Wang grew even more confused.

This did not even include the annual costs for maintenance, heating, and electricity, which were ridiculously high; hundreds of thousands of euros a year was nothing out of the ordinary.

Actually, Xiao Peng’s words were superfluous, as many people had already run to the distance, phones in hand, to report the situation.