Volume 1, Chapter 26: Song Huaichuan: Want a bite?

"So, you're the new educated youth? You look quite young, but child, why is your face covered in pockmarks?"

Su Yinwan, whose face was covered in mosquito bites, replied, "..."

Catching a glimpse of Shen Zhiyi pursing her lips to suppress a laugh out of the corner of her eye, she felt even more incensed.

Gritting her teeth, she replied, "Grandma, these aren't pockmarks. I was just bitten by mosquitoes."

"Are you joking?" Upon hearing this, the Ghost Princess, whose snow-white, celestial-like beauty had been serene, instantly turned grim. At this moment, she was truly angry.

The young man in white slowly scanned the group following Brother Cheng; everyone his gaze touched could not help but shudder.

Wen Xueyan wore a white evening gown, a hairpin tucked into her hair, and light makeup. Her shoulders were half-exposed, her skin as white as snow.

"Pah, pah, pah! Don't be a harbinger of doom here. First, I don't like men. Second, just look at his belly full of blubber—it’s nauseating. Even if I were to fancy a pig, I wouldn't fancy him," Zhao Zilong retorted indignantly.

He Xi stopped, and Min Lan, caught off guard, nearly stumbled from the sudden halt. He Xi turned back to look at Xu Jianlong.

Chu Xinghan acted as if he had heard nothing, remaining rooted to the spot. The gaze behind his mask showed no flicker of emotion, like an ancient puppet, incapable of feeling even the slightest ripple of sentiment.

"..." He Xi felt like crying. He had struggled with all his might, only to make things worse, pushing the situation to a delicate, hair-trigger impasse. This was not what he had intended.

This old monster, who had been alive since the dawn of the Post-Heaven stage, possessed terrifying cultivation accumulated over the long river of time.

To have all his casinos raided—could it be that his brothers hadn't even managed to sound a warning?

In Nancheng, although Xu Wu wasn't particularly famous, who would dare provoke him, given his ties to Bai Haijun?

Huo Siyan had asked him to help take some photos, but since he hadn't prepared a camera and had no opportunity, it seemed he would have to break his promise.

The principal frowned, feeling a headache coming on. This Zhang Ruofeng was just too much... Last week he had fired a football coach, and this week he had actually managed to put the star teacher Niu Dezhi in an impossible position.

The man faltered slightly, a flash of hesitation crossing his face. It was only for an instant, yet Ye Yaotiao caught it. He was one of Brother Long's men and had always felt that Brother Long's death was suspicious, suspecting that someone from their own side had done it. Lacking evidence, he was now even more troubled by Ye Yaotiao's provocation.

"He is older than you, so his chances of awakening should be higher. I really don't know what the Elder is thinking," Lan Linfeng remarked, feeling quite strange.

"You—shut up!" Her age was her sore spot. It was precisely because she was two years older than Ye Feng that she lacked the courage to compete with Liu Wanruo.

I hurriedly dismantled the barrier, turned the doorknob, and opened the door that had been obstructing my view. The moment it swung open, I was enveloped in a gentle embrace.

Of course, she wouldn't believe that Qiu Zhihao would guarantee her safety. In the hotel's surveillance footage, she had seen with her own eyes Qiu Zhihao handing the room key card to President Wang.

Liu Kui was furious. "Get lost!" A palm seal formed in an instant and slammed toward Wang Jie, who stood blocking his path. Wang Jie did not dodge or retreat; he threw a punch with a silver-black fist crackling with electric arcs. The cyan palm seal was shattered into pieces, dissipating into specks of light.

Suddenly, a low, secret message from Bai Rushuang reached Wang Jie's ears, making him freeze. A brilliant gleam flashed in his eyes, and he grinned, his stark white teeth appearing particularly menacing.

"You've actually been stalking me?" Luo Mengyao's eyes shot sparks of rage as she interrogated him, emphasizing every word.

As if remembering something, Ailiya posed a question. John finally snapped out of it, and then he saw it.