Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Emperor of Qian's Choice

"Please have Wang XX go to the general manager's office on the third floor for the interview!" Zhu Yan called out the names of the applicants according to the order on the registration form.

Sure enough, within a quarter of an hour, a silver BMW roared to a stop. A middle-aged man stepped out of the car. He was stout and burly, with a round belly, wearing a black shirt and black trousers, sporting an ultra-short special forces haircut, and wearing sunglasses, looking rather fierce.

"Jinfaguang, my mom said that gold will eventually shine, so my name is Jinfaguang!" Jinfaguang said with a chuckle.

Thinking of this, I grew even more impatient, yearning to rush over immediately and figure out the true identity of this treasure.

"It's fine, Master! I'll find you something even better in the future!" Qin Tianci said very casually, as if finding such a national-treasure-level item was no different from buying Chinese cabbage at a local vegetable market.

Only the sounds of violent roaring echoed through the seawater. Clashes of golden light and colorful clouds burst forth like exploding fireworks, brilliantly multicolored.

Before Duan Yu could finish speaking, the people from the Wuliang Sword Sect and the Dragon Gang looked at him with increasingly unfriendly eyes.

"This is a jade pendant passed down from my ancestors. I'm pawning it here, and I hope the boss can be accommodating." The shopkeeper took the jade pendant and could immediately tell it was extraordinary, but the shop assistant remained unimpressed.

Hot. Zhan Zhao was extremely hot, but there was no help for it. Even if beaten to death, he would never dare wear normal clothes; otherwise, how could he possibly show his face as a person?

Who hadn't owed others something? She owed too much—she owed Chang Yi, she owed Yixiu, she owed Yunluo, she owed Qianjiang, and she still owed Changyuan and her elder sister.

This instantly made Xu Qingli feel a sense of pressure. He had a vague feeling that... Uncle Mu didn't seem to like him very much.

Huarong nodded, and while talking to Yin, he walked toward the front door of the house. When his gaze fell upon the flowers in the garden, his expression shifted slightly, and his steps paused for a fraction of a second.

Rumors flew in every direction. At any rate, the Zu family's reputation in the entire circle was completely ruined, leaving people free to fabricate whatever stories they pleased.

Lin Qianyu was so sleepy that she simply leaned against Jiang Yizhou's shoulder. He put his arm around her, guided her into the back seat of the car, and then drove her home.

"Today's netizens and music fans are very harsh. With a ceremony as important as the Golden Melody Awards, if she lip-syncs, the consequences..." Gong Mengmeng said leisurely.

Beside the Canares Fountain, Lian Yin's head-patting gesture made him reluctant to wash his hair for days. Every time he recalled it, he still felt as if Lian Yin's hand was gently resting on his head.

Glancing sideways at his wife Lisa, who was still fast asleep, he gently lifted the blanket and slowly began to dress.

His long, curled eyelashes were as beautiful as butterfly wings, and his eyes were serene and calm, as if they contained the essence of all creation between heaven and earth—vast, boundless, radiant, and eternally mysterious.

His posture was pristine and ethereal, resembling a deity. As he plucked the strings, notes of zither and flute drifted into the ear, laden with anticipation and yearning for his beloved.

Although his martial prowess was vastly diminished compared to the past, it was recovering day by day and remained far superior to ordinary people.

The commotion they made outside naturally startled the adults inside. Gu Xiaobei and Li Haonan rushed out of the house ahead of the crowd, just in time to see Li Yi carrying Yan Luoxi, whose body was covered in bloody scars, toward a car.

"Thank you, you saved my life." Seeing that the clan leader of the Undead had saved his life, the vampire proved quite adept at flattering.

In Ye Jin's view, this was entirely a case of discarding the root for the branch, yet many cultivators—especially those in the Immortal Realm—frequently acted this way.

"Mistress, Mistress... Never mind, Mistress, just kill him!" Dian Han tightly covered her ears, yet she could not prevent Zixu's voice from piercing through.

"Luoxi, tell Mom, how have you survived all these years?" Xue Liping fondled Yan Luoxi incessantly, as if she couldn't show enough affection—one moment touching her hair, the next pinching her cheek, as though she could never cherish her enough.

He could command the wind and rain; he feared nothing at all. Yet he could hardly admit that what he feared most was himself.

Dong Jian's heart instantly leaped into his throat. Had the very thing he worried about actually happened? His entire body tensed up, and he sprang up and bolted outside.

To be honest, he was also gambling. If the man in black chose to kill the innocent rather than let a single suspect slip through, he would still be unable to escape death today. But as the saying goes, riches and honor are sought through danger. Without taking a few risks, how could one accomplish great things?

Under normal circumstances, if anyone dared to speak to him in such a haughty and arrogant manner, he would certainly ensure they never saw the next day's sun. But right now, let alone spiritual energy, he couldn't even muster normal physical strength, leaving him with no choice but to prioritize self-preservation.

Lin Yan hadn't intended to pay attention, assuming someone was merely performing acrobatics or peddling fraudulent elixirs like the "Herculean Pill," so he simply walked past the side.

Feng Rong listened quite calmly, without debating with Tao Youjing whether this viewpoint was correct or not. He merely pondered for a moment, then stood up and took his leave.

"Very well, convey my decree to the Ministry of Punishments to hold a trial for the criminals at Fahuahui, and immediately escort the dozens of ronin to Fahuahui." The Great Khagan decided to hold the Great Shanghai Trial of Ten Thousand Citizens at Fahuahui, sending nearly a hundred senior officials from the two maritime provinces' Shanghai Prefecture, along with more than a thousand captured ronin, mobilized by an army of tens of thousands.

Mu Qingya nodded toward Danmu Lingyu, took out the phoenix jade pendant from her sleeve, cut her palm, and allowed her fresh blood to drip onto it.

"Qiqi..." Mother Ai cried out the name, then broke down in uncontrollable sobs. It felt as though a fishbone was stuck in her throat, rendering her entirely speechless.

"Your ministers take their leave." Seeing that Empress Tianfei had drawn the bow and had no choice but to release the arrow, Sun Chengzong and Lu Xiangsheng could only acknowledge the order and withdraw from the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ai Jia felt a thorough and utter despair in her body and mind. She crouched down in agony, covering her face and weeping bitterly.

The man in black sprinted all the way along the main road, stopped beside a temple, glanced around cautiously, and gently knocked on the temple door.

I lifted the blanket to cover Wu Qianqian, then lay down beside her, gently pushing her inward to make my sleeping posture look as natural as possible.

"Don't you find it strange that you and your boss commute together every single day? Let me drive you instead." With that, Wen Qiyang grabbed Lin Xinyao's hand and led her outside.

"Anything is fine, as long as it's not Western food." Hearing that the young master was going to take her out to eat, Lin Xinyao immediately sat up straight and nodded happily.

The mission target was a criminal syndicate called Black Scorpion, and the crime lord was Li Haohai, a native-born Filipino.

Yue Menglong had long known that this Senior Sister Ye was inherently competitive and extremely stubborn. Once she made up her mind, no one could talk her out of it, so she immediately flashed frantic signals at Qin Diao, motioning for him to concede defeat and plead for mercy.

"Big brother, are you really planning to run away?" Niu Jianhu hesitated for a long time, stopping himself several times before finally asking the question.