Chapter 60: Has It Been Delivered?

At worst, she could take advantage of this moment to slip away unnoticed. As long as Shen Liangyan left Qingcheng, everything else would be easier to handle.

Shen Liangyan still remembered she was, after all, his mistress. Before departing, he left her another sum of money and asked, “Did you go see the house I left you last time?”

Xu Yu, dressing with her back to him, paused slightly. “Not yet.”

Whenever she spoke of him, her tone was icy cold, her expression frosted like snow. It seemed that even the blazing sunlight could not penetrate her heart.

How many hidden facets remained behind this devil’s mask—no one could say.

A chill wind swept through, piercing to the core. The fire of desire that once lingered in his heart was completely extinguished by gusts of cold wind and waves of melancholy.

He suddenly found himself nostalgic for life in the special zones—intense training, the battlefield; so long as one’s skills were sharp, there was nothing to fear.

Ye Qingcheng grew lost in thought, uncertain how she would face the future or what path her life would take next.

“Maybe so,” Ye Qingcheng propped her chin on her hand and gazed quietly ahead. Moonlight scattered across the lake, casting a brilliant sheen.

“What do you mean?” Li Chen couldn’t read the actions of the bearded uncle. Why had he suddenly changed sides, as though they now shared a common topic?

Very good—this was the result he wanted. In comparison, the manufacturer choosing him and NK as spokespeople for this summer’s launch was undoubtedly hoping for such rumors.

Zong Yang stopped and fixed his gaze. The creature before him was a brocade-clad, rotund meatball, with a fat head, large ears, and thick arms crossed over its chest, seated atop a curved giant sword as wide as an arm and sinuous as a serpent’s tongue.

“Wuxin, I beg you, please let me go, won’t you?” As Luo Qingyue watched Jun Wuxie fall, the strength drained from her body. Though she was stronger than Ruo Wuxin, at that moment, she was utterly powerless.

After a long quarrel that led nowhere, tempers subsided. Everyone felt something was missing. Upon closer thought, they realized Yue Qianchou was absent. Despite commanding a strong force, Yue Qianchou had not moved his troops in this great battle, infuriating everyone and earning their unanimous censure.

If the royal family hosted the event, even the slightest mistake would be amplified endlessly, making all their efforts thankless.

“Oh, Hongyang, you’ve gotten so tanned,” Shu Man touched Chu Hongyang’s arm, speaking with tender concern.

The U.S. Department of Commerce turned a blind eye to this phenomenon. They had done what was required, and no one could fault them. To ask them to destroy the livelihood of American importers was utterly impossible.

Everyone gasped, barely able to believe their ears. That man had actually made a Nirvana-tier expert slap himself and apologize?

This was not a matter of status or attitude, but something that arose naturally as Sean’s abilities improved.

Though Young Master Gu was difficult to serve, it was still better than being left in the palace to endure punishment. Li Zhuorong led his people, continuing to follow Gu’s tracks. What had Gu been looking at just now? The maple woods? Gu did not seem to be a man fond of refined pleasures.

After the initial assault, the enemy made no further concentrated attacks intending to obliterate their target. The relentless, uninterrupted assault was meant to wear down Jun Moxiao, much like Ye Xiu’s command of Zhan Loulan and the others to kill Sun Xiang—it was the same tactic.

Fortunately, Gu Tianze had stopped bothering her. Lately, what she needed most was sleep. To conceal the dark circles in the morning, she had applied a generous amount of powder.

At that moment, the illustrious movie king was utterly ignored. He quietly consoled himself: perhaps his disguise was so convincing today that his presence had faded into near invisibility?