Volume 1, Chapter 34: This Little Kitten Is Not So Easy to Deceive

Pian Wenyang remained completely oblivious.

"I’ve sent the digital file to your WeChat. Surely reading a digital copy won't tire your hands out, Mr. Pei?"

Receiving no response, she only heard a faint, mocking chuckle from Pei Yanchuan.

"So, it turns out you don't just want me to be your brother."

"You want me to be your father, too."

Of course, this did not mean Chen Qingzhi had abandoned the Independent Regiment; in truth, he had not let his focus on the regiment’s affairs slip for even a moment.

"Hmph! Who do you think I am? All-powerful? That depends on who I'm standing in front of!" Long Ze, furious at Li Longze’s distrust and contempt, slammed his hand onto the table.

"There, the one fishing," the old man muttered, a lingering trace of anger and resentment in his eyes.

Reporters marveled at this, noting that while Zheng Zhefan was famous for his live streams and writing, who could have guessed he was also so gifted at painting?

No one noticed that when the old lady arrived, she was leaning on a cane, but when she left, she had forgotten it entirely without even realizing it, her vision also far clearer than before. For her, this was a stroke of divine fortune.

When the United States attempted to purchase materials from the extraordinary individuals of other nations, they discovered that any such material would spontaneously decompose the moment it crossed into American territory.

"Zhefan, sit at my table with Pan Lu." Just as Zheng Zhefan and Pan Lu were about to take a seat at the most remote table in the corner, Li Zelin called out to him.

The pushing and shoving were expected, but some people went so far as to throw their arms around Zheng Zhefan’s neck, trying to kiss his lips.

"To merge one's self with the Tao and yet maintain consciousness—I never imagined there was anyone in this world who had advanced this alternative path to immortality to such a degree, fellow Daoist!" another aged voice remarked with a sigh.

Gongsun Zhengqi’s eyes surged with coldness; he slowly pointed the golden spear in his hand toward Liu Feng, his killing intent washing out like a tide.

After all, everyone in the capital knew how arrogant Yan Jing had been back when she relied on her status as the future Crown Princess.

Gu Xing gave a bleak smile and said nothing more. Chi Xin suddenly smoothed her expression and flashed a sweet smile. "If you break your promise today, Guxiao Villa will hunt you to the ends of the earth, never to cease until you are dead." Having said this, she turned and left, just as she always did.

Seeing a blue-eyed, eight-legged spider lunging at a commander of the Qi-Refining stage, Yan Yunfei swung his long sword and struck it down.

But Yang Mengyan had actually taken Yun Shui away as well. This left Leng Yuexin with the distinct feeling that he was nothing more than a lure—a bait specifically designed to trap the culprit.

With things laid out this way, Father Gu had no choice but to agree. Besides, Meng Yu still held the leverage over him, so he had to acquiesce.

At this moment, Bai Ya was listening intently to the movement outside the door; the knocking was the secret signal he had agreed upon with Luo Xiu. Their arrival meant the situation was settled.

Meng Yu stared wide-eyed at that puddle of what looked like a sickly menstrual period, only to see it come to life and take flight.

Meng Yu’s scores were not high enough for top-tier universities. After estimating her results, she listed the schools she might be able to get into and let Yu Shu, who was watching the live broadcast of the mission in the Starry Sky space, choose for herself.

He was, of course, speaking to the guards by his side. As Gu Chen was Song Huai’s rival, he would not be the one to rush forward to seize this piece of evidence; he had to let the Emperor see it with his own eyes, otherwise, he would be suspected of acting out of personal vendetta.

"How annoying..." Li Jiuer cooed playfully. Then, the two engaged in activities unsuitable for children to watch.

Xiang Donglai had sparred with Qin Zhiyong several times. How could Xiang not know that Qin was holding back each time? It was Qin Zhiyong’s way of saving his face.