Chapter 36: Do You Still Think This Is a Feudal Society?

She just wanted to work quietly.
No, that wasn’t right.
Yan Ningxi carefully sized up Lu Huaisheng from head to toe; there was something about this man’s aura that reminded her of Bo Xingjue.
She took the coffee, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “No, I’ve only been with the company for three months. I wouldn’t dare squeeze in with the seniors. Thank you for the coffee—I like every flavor.”
Lu Huaisheng nodded. “Oh, I see. I thought you might have some issue with me.”
With a crackling sound, a surge of electricity shot from the fingertips, coursing through Gu Shaoqing’s body, causing him to shudder violently. He staggered back several steps before collapsing to the ground, his body convulsing.
Without Turgon to control the tempo, Blair couldn’t leverage his strengths today. So, at the end of the first quarter, the score was tied at 28, marking the first time since the regular season began that the Runners scored fewer than thirty points in the opening quarter.
Looking back at just one year’s life—luxury goods, super mansions, estates, top-tier private jets—these were all his indulgences. Apparently, the Hilton in Paris didn’t meet his standards, so he had to settle for the George V.
Then, the motionless Star Dragon sprang back to life, flipping through the air before lunging toward Zhou Jiu.
At the same time, Chang Haotian, positioned directly in front of Bai Quan, sprinted forward. His fist, accompanied by a howling hurricane, came crashing down like countless giant pile drivers, striking Bai Quan with brutal force.
Ye Feng’s forehead creased with a row of black lines, utterly dismissive. Wasn’t this kind of thing obvious enough that it only took a little thought to figure out?
The basketball traced a beautiful arc and swished through the net. Turgon’s rapid, seamless moves dazzled the eyes, so flashy they tricked the entire audience. When the ball dropped through the hoop, the previously subdued crowd erupted in cheers—this shot was truly unexpected.
Though she knew Gu Shaoqing’s nature well enough to be unfazed by his infidelities outside, deep down she still hoped this man would reform. If only he was willing to turn back, she would forgive him.
At the start of the fourth quarter, the North American Youth team made their first substitution. Their starters had played nearly the entire third quarter with good results, narrowing the fourteen-point deficit. Now entering the final quarter, Gao Ming couldn’t continue to keep his starters on the floor without rest.
By the seventh minute of the fourth quarter, with five minutes remaining in the game, Turgon finally seized a rare opportunity.
Within the black hole, after being struck by the mysterious light of the Heavenly Saint Emperor, the two “fruits” carried by Huo Xu and Huo Wan suddenly glowed. The luminous patterns on their surfaces radiated brightly, and the World Treasures connected to them began sinking slowly, merging directly into the fruit.
A single breath’s time was short, yet for those who had been closely watching He Hao and the Qingmu Divine Farmer’s Cauldron in the Medicine King Valley, this moment was more than enough.
Zhao Zhongjiu tried to continue his deceitful incitement, urging his followers to rescue him. But soldiers rushed forward, clamping their hands over his mouth, silencing him completely.
Liao Shishan shouted, and only then did the soldiers realize—Madam was ill. They hurried swiftly toward Chen Daniu’s residence.
After hearing the entire story told by Guo Ziyu, everyone fell into deep thought, the living room suddenly feeling as lifeless as a tomb.
“Indeed,” Lu Qingyi replied softly. Her clothes slowly slipped off her body. Draped in a thin veil, she stepped onto the wooden stairs. Her jade-like foot touched the top step and gently dipped into the water. Finding the temperature just right, she immersed herself slowly.
Chen Siyun laid Wan’er on the bed, groped in the dark to light the side room lamp, then brought the light to the bedside. She crouched down to examine Wan’er’s expression; thankfully, her complexion was not pale. Chen Siyun reached out again, touching Wan’er’s forehead—it was not hot.