Volume One, Chapter 33: Xie Liwei Is No Spring Chicken—Why Is He Still Flirting with Young Girls?

Song Yaozhu raised a delicate eyebrow. With such a great temptation dangled before Song Wenyue, she was bound to take the bait. She could almost predict what these young girls were planning, so to avoid having to clean up after Song the Fourth, she grabbed Xie Liwei and slipped away quickly.

Song Wenyue had intended to drag Song Yaozhu along, but while she hesitated, Song Yaozhu had already bolted.

As she left, she said with thoughtful courtesy to the young woman nearby, "My sister rarely ventures out; please take good care of her. I am going to see the little princess."

Who wanted this woman's care!

Before Song Wenyue could react, she was whisked away toward the horse track.

"Shall we go home?" Song Yaozhu asked Xie Liwei in a low voice as she pulled him along.

In the 23rd century, the wealthy no longer played with cruise ships; they had switched to starships—massive vessels capable of flying directly into space, traveling to lunar amusement parks for space walks, and circling the Earth.

With that, the four of them lost their appetites. After eating a few bites, they prepared to pack up and return to the academy. Just then, a scream rang out from upstairs, followed by the sound of many footsteps rushing back and forth.

Death! Xing Qianhuang’s six-path fists descended like meteorites, smashing toward Ye Fei's head. Had it been an ordinary Immortal Emperor, this blow would likely have shattered them instantly.

"Pathogens? What kind of pathogens? Can you determine their origin? Could it be the Zerg..." Nangong Yexuan asked, looking uncertain.

Yan Mojue and Father Qiao sat facing each other in silence. Neither spoke, yet their gazes never wavered from one another, as if they were locked in a secret contest of wills.

"Protector Fang, what is the result? Is the Sword Sect willing to hand over the Sun-Piercing Arrow?" Wan Guinian asked.

"Lin Lake? Come to think of it, quite a few incidents have occurred at Lin Lake over the years. But in the past, it was always adults or children who went swimming and drowned. It’s not like this year—I don’t know what’s going on with these children. It’s the middle of winter; they couldn't possibly have gone for a swim," Yun Mu said with a grave expression.

"This seat is mine. Why should I give it to you?" Li Yue said coldly.

Nangong Yexuan snapped out of his contemplation and looked at Li Yue with complex eyes. He took the jade tray from her hands and said nothing, quietly eating his roasted meat. For a time, the atmosphere remained hushed.

However, such technical maneuvers were undoubtedly less of a threat to Qin Feng. With only a moment’s focus, he discerned the trajectories of the two blood-energy serpents.

Emperor Yuancheng swept everything off the table, his chest heaving with rage. His usually calm face was clouded with storm, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Magistrate Yang was a man of simple habits. He was not the type to require thirty-some elaborate dishes to prove his status as a governor, and he found these farm-style dishes quite palatable. The beef, in particular, was exceptionally tender, savory, and fragrant—it didn't taste like the meat of an old, slaughtered cow, but rather like that of a robust, healthy ox.

"Go and see for yourself, and you'll know." Ye Miao laughed to herself. Now they knew fear; she hadn't seen them panic when they were bullying Ye Miao back then—though, to be fair, Ye Miao hadn't been a good child at that time either.

The servant’s face turned pale, recalling how Wei Kejin had been blocked by the officers the moment he tried to go out earlier.

Many people at the company knew she was participating in a designer competition, so the phone calls were likely asking for the specific time of the broadcast so they could watch it on television.

Although the Prefectural Yamen held a high status and did not need to rely on the gentry like the County Yamen did, these people were full of admiration for him. If he offered them some feedback, they would surely serve him even more diligently in the future.

Zhang Jialiang turned the car around, and a few minutes later, they entered the gates of the Yingying Hotel. Although Ren Yingying was based in Huishan to develop business there, Zhang Jialiang could spend freely without settling the bill thanks to the red VIP card in his hand.

After a fishing trip with Li Guangping's family, the rapport between Zhang Jialiang and Li Guangping became even more seamless. This made Zhang Jialiang realize the importance of working methods; combining an iron-fisted approach with a gentle touch sometimes yielded better results.

A rough map appeared in Gu Jinxue's mind. The southeast of the Bishui Realm—wasn't that where the second-tier noble families were located?

"If we weren't invited to compete, then why give us the invitations?" Old Jing’s voice trembled slightly.

After all, Scathach had originally condensed her avatar specifically for me and Artoria, coming to Camelot to help us. If any trouble arose because of that, I would surely feel guilty for the rest of my life.

In an instant, everyone around stood collectively stunned, their expressions frozen as they looked at Xiao Dongtian, feeling waves of shock in their hearts.

On the twenty-second day of the competition, Yang Fan finally buckled under the pressure, collapsing onto his bed after writing only four thousand words.

For the poisoned, this was actually a good thing. Although their internal cultivation would need to be rebuilt, their realm of mastery remained intact.

A long while later, the doors of the Chonghua Palace suddenly swung open, and Zheng Chonghua stepped out, looking radiant.

The so-called creation of a large-scale IP meant that he would invest in turning the stories from Yang Fan's studio into animations and web dramas.

Imagining such a rich drama in her head, Diana felt as though her face might burn a hole right through the bedsheets.

He remained silent, guessing that she must have something to say—the kind of thing he feared most.

At this moment, Fatty Ning did not yet know that Qi Yishan was only pretending to be a "comrade" to get close to Hua Wencong, though he might have already guessed, which is why he was teasing him on purpose. It looked as if Qi Yishan was losing his patience and was on the verge of spilling the secret.

As the spinning force circulated through his body, Lu Yu forcefully expelled the sword-qi of true essence from within, along with the stagnant blood. As for the faint spark of lightning on his opponent's blade, it was swallowed whole by his lightning bloodline the moment it entered his body.

Because from this day forward, he would create his own legend. Though the path would be difficult, he was destined to rule the earth.

Xiao Moran was in charge of intelligence work—national intelligence work—and he had full authority to command various government agencies to follow his orders. For matters like this, he only needed to issue a command claiming he was pursuing a high-profile criminal, and the subordinates would comply with everything.

Although they still had Elder Li Mingquan, Song Zhanxing did not want to reach the point of mutual destruction. Therefore, he could only hope that Huo Qingyun would leave of his own accord.