Volume One, Chapter 87: The Night Is Still Long

He had drained half of Zhang Yi's life. If that old man found out, he would probably be furious enough to grab a gun and fight him to the death.

She stared blankly at the man before her, realizing as he drew closer that his rugged, handsome features were indeed captivating.

The reputation of the Yu Corporation was nothing to him; what he desired were not its accolades, but the industries under its name.

After the first blunder at Sunset, facing Lin Han, their confidence faltered, and the whole situation became extremely passive.

The advantage of their lineup, coupled with superior teamfight tactics, made SSR's side prevail, and the momentum began to tilt in their favor.

Suddenly, Xing Xizhou, irritated, set down his bowl and chopsticks with a heavy hand and left Jian Nanfeng's home without looking back, leaving the bewildered Jian Nanfeng alone.

But who could have predicted that Xu Yongwei, after landing a punch on Liu Chaoyang's breastplate, would seize the moment before Liu Chaoyang could react, following up with an elbow and then a shoulder bash.

Inside each bottle lay a single round, plump fruit, glowing with a radiant emerald hue—the Blood Dragon Fruit.

In the house, Liu Zhongyi recounted all the hardships Wenzhinyu had suffered over the years to Han Yixian. He hoped Han Yixian would understand his mother's difficulties and not harbor resentment, and that he would be filial to her in the future.

Zhi Qian was far more optimistic than Mo Yu. Though she hadn't spent much time cooking herself, she always felt her skills were commendable, for every time she made something, Mo Yu ate it all. Little did she know, Mo Yu only refrained from exposing her, which inadvertently fostered Zhi Qian's confidence.

After much consideration, Luo Qingyan agreed to let Song Chengyi come to her house to see the child. Lu Mingxuan felt a sense of relief in his heart.

Chilled waves swept through Zhi Qian's heart; she sensed that something uncontrollable was about to happen.

Zhu Jieming had sought her out several times for conversations, ostensibly to offer guidance and concern. But Lan Fei knew it was probably because the scholarship was out of reach, and Zhu Jieming worried she might overthink, so he offered more encouragement.

Ahead, four doors appeared: behind the first was unimaginable wealth; behind the second, formidable techniques; the third concealed powerful contract beasts; the fourth promised a substantial boost in strength.

Luo Qingyan did not explain the details of what happened, for much was difficult to clarify and impossible for Liu Shunkui to understand. She merely told him the outcome, so he could know his grandfather's vengeance had been avenged and find some solace.

She no longer cared about the consequences of provoking this man. Last time had been disastrous, but now, with nothing left, she had nothing to fear. Seeing the opportunity before her, she decided to take the risk.

She carried his child, and he was determined that the child be born safely. But without Yan Yinuo's cooperation, it would be difficult.

Zhu Bi mustered her emotions, brewing them for a long while, before finally squeezing out two tears. She felt this was the best gift she could give Yue Xia before her marriage.

I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him my plan, but then thought better of it; nothing was certain yet, and it all depended on whether my mother, Jiang Hongyu, was willing to cooperate.

Long Yan cared nothing for such matters; its objective had been achieved. Raising its head to gaze at the Heavenly Dragon Soul Mark ahead, it let out a roar, and the soul mark began to surge toward Long Yan.

At that moment, Zhang Liang left a message: he had discovered that the King of Chu, muddled in his old age, held one last beauty contest.

Yet in the system, there were techniques from the Zhongnan Sword Sect and other sword immortals, and he had even bested Sun Bu'er. Why was that?

"You expect someone to save you? No one can save you from my hands!" Long Hao declared, and flames flickered from his palm.

But he certainly did not know that this was never her wish. She was merely trapped in a marriage contract with Yun Han, which bound both her body and her heart.

With a single swing of Long Hao's sword, Qiao Yan's head fell. Even as he died, Qiao Yan's eyes were wide open, unable to believe he had died at Long Hao's hand.

"Although I know selling a month's worth of wine would earn us much more, I value the reputation of our Dragon Phoenix Pure Wine above all!" Liu Tianhao said, still hesitating.

Returning to her room, Xia Qing first bandaged her wounds, then persisted in practicing her sword, fist, and blade techniques a few times before finally sitting cross-legged on her bed.

It was a blatant command to leave. Though everyone wanted to stay and wait for Lu Xia to wake, none dared anger Lu Cang at this time. Lu Xia was Lu Cang's untouchable reverse scale; no one would dare to cross it. Thinking of this, everyone silently lit a row of candles for Yan Shao in their hearts.

After fierce bidding, the Stone Dragon was finally auctioned to the Beast Pavilion for twelve million crystals. Mo Fan, furious and unwilling, stormed out of the auction hall, vanishing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Though Liu Yu knew this teamfight would be tough, he believed that, with these two leading the charge, they could surely take down the enemy's high ground tower.

His battle with Li Tao was earth-shattering and not meant to be discussed with outsiders, but he gained much from it. It was the first time he went all out, nearly losing his life. Li Tao did not fare much better.