Volume 1, Chapter 33: Gu Lan Beats His Wife in the Street

"Then why should I help you?" Jiang Heng crossed his arms, looking at her with utter disdain.
"I, I..." Han Jingyue was suddenly at a loss for words.
It was true; why would he ever want to help her?
She had nothing now, and having already been married off, she possessed no charms to speak of.
She bit her lip, her mind racing as she calculated how she might move him.
I pressed my lips into a smile. After returning to Xiyang Palace and changing into a plain, simple dress, I took Jinping and followed Consort Ming out of the palace to Qingxin Temple.
Come to think of it, the leader's early acting career was indeed quite miserable. The company he signed with wasn't great, yet the leader was a man of immense spirit who refused to be left behind. His diligence and hard work became legendary in the entertainment industry; after all, if he wanted to compete with Chen Kun, he would be left in the dust in a heartbeat if he didn't push himself.
However, the production team was delighted. They had originally intended to use the veteran internet-famous singer to humble Lin Ye, the new internet star, just to stir up some entertainment value.
"Yes, Lord Luo Yi," Feifei said respectfully. Having always served Feis, she naturally knew that the man before her was a genius on the same level as her young master. Feis had also warned her to remain humble toward Luo Yi at all times.
"What made him decide to become a director himself? Didn't he always hire other directors for his previous films?" Wang Zhongjun felt a complex swirl of emotions; it would be a lie to say he didn't regret missing out on Zhou Bai.
The soldiers knew exactly what kind of weapon a rocket launcher was. It was not only a powerful tool for infantry to combat armored vehicles, but also an extremely dangerous piece of equipment for the user themselves.
"I want one million spirit stones!" Wu Fan opened his mouth wide, expecting Wen Changsen to refuse, but to his surprise, Wen Changsen agreed immediately. This left Wu Fan feeling somewhat stunned—it seems your Haoran Sect is quite wealthy after all; I should have asked for more.
Mei Ziyan was furious and was about to retaliate when Mu Cheng handed a cup of tea to her lips, the fragrance of the tea refreshing and inviting.
After a night of rest, Sun Fei felt refreshed and in high spirits. After washing up, he slapped his forehead—being broke really made everything difficult. Fortunately, the five dollars he had yesterday were still there, enough for a simple breakfast.
"I, I want to go home!" Reona was startled. Not long ago, she had been clamoring for Sun Fei to put her down, but now she was clinging to his back, refusing to budge.
Without any warning or posturing, the distance of over twenty meters seemed to vanish, the sudden burst of speed from the two giving the impression that they had defied both distance and space.
But do not forget, every tombstone in the Wucheng Cemetery bore only the words "Wucheng Night Watchman." There were no names, no dates of birth or death—it was impossible to trace them.
Watching Zhao Qian’s stuttering performance, even the mantis sitting opposite him couldn't help but curl the corner of its mouth.
Turning back with impatience, Liu Ba looked at the Flowered Leopard behind him with a look of utter disgust.
Mu Yi did not wait for the city gates to open. He silently scaled the wall and entered the city, making his way to the inn where he had previously stayed, only to find it long since abandoned. Even the courtyard he had occupied was now inhabited by others; there was no sign of Mo Ruyan or Dalu anywhere.
To have a major leading military training—surely no other school enjoyed such treatment, but it was almost always accompanied by inhuman levels of torture.
"These malevolent ghosts must be under someone's control. In other words, this incident is a warning... or a threat directed at me?" A thoughtful expression appeared on Su Cheng's face. It seemed someone did not want him to cooperate with Ye Shenwei.
Zhao Qian didn't mind, so he tried to unclench his tightly gripped fists. However, the fists only struggled slightly, wanting to pull away, refusing to open willingly.