Chapter 53: Eldest Brother's Name is in the Textbooks

Yu Danxue said with a beaming smile, "Little Sheng, what do you need my help with?"

Yu Zhisheng scratched his face, feeling rather embarrassed after all, "Little Great-Aunt, it's like this."

"Knowing my parents and my eldest brother inside and out, the moment I go back this time, they are definitely going to skin me alive."

"So, could you please protect me a little bit, Little Great-Aunt?"

Yu Danxue did not understand, "Why would Zheng and the others want to beat you up? You haven't done anything wrong, Little Sheng."

He had thought back then that Qiao Nuo had abandoned him on purpose; he hated Qiao Nuo, refused to give her a pleasant look, and always spoke to her with cold words and the utmost sarcasm.

Watching Murong Ruo covering her face, Mo Rong found it exceptionally comical and inexplicably delightful, a smile naturally curling the corners of his lips.

The elder was decisive and swift in action; once a decision was made, he never slacked off. Li Fan had not expected to be press-ganged into service the moment he met him, but he did not refuse either, boarding the plane under the elder's arrangements.

This Chen Fusheng was the son of the Northeast King. How could such a figure possibly address Li Fan as his boss?

Anyone capable of cooperating with Boss Lin and being documented by him was naturally no ordinary person.

"Everyone, please quiet down and remain calm. Your items are all right here anyway; why don't you listen first to what the mobile phone in my hand has to say?"

Li Dakang had given strict instructions that before his return, Li Fan's true identity must not be exposed, so he did not dare to reveal it either.

How could she not want to win it back? But Lu Zhengzheng protected Qiao Nuo so fiercely; if she were to fight Qiao Nuo again, it would do no good either to herself or to the Du family. So, what else could she possibly do?

"A Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon is only worth around two million. If I can't afford the bill later, your hotel is entirely welcome to call the police and impound my car," Li Fan said indifferently.

Under the dampening and blurring veil of the white mist, the crimson glow of the rising sun seemed even more intense, dyeing the sky, the trees, and the lush greenery across the mountains red. He shouted aloud, and what answered him was a crystal-clear echo.

Ximen Chuixue stared at him for a long time before lowering his head to gaze at the sword on the table, and suddenly, he drew his blade.

Upon hearing this, the photographer immediately hurried back inside to put on his clothes. Having traveled frequently to Tibet and Xinjiang, he knew how severe altitude sickness could be—it could sometimes be fatal—so he hastily threw on his layers and ran toward Shi Qing's room.

She had never noticed before that the original owner's phone actually had such a number saved in the contacts.

Yet Jun Changsheng still harbored no excessive doubts and, accompanied by the Snow Goddess Li Xiaoxia, arrived outside the Hall of Inheritance.

Qian Cheng was also deeply shocked. He had previously heard about the general model of the Merit Ranking, but hearing Ting Yuting describe the specifics made him find it somewhat incredible. They actually wanted to turn the Merit Ranking into something that updated in real-time, which immediately brought to mind the advent of communication jades and a series of instant messaging concepts.

"Since the gift has been accepted, how could I refuse?" Ye Chen glanced at the Lanxuan seal on the Nirvana card and said with a faint smile.

Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. Feeling this aura approaching gradually, he estimated its rough strength in his heart, suddenly summoned the Blood Demon Blade from the system space into his hand, and quietly waited.

Once the doctor had completely departed, Zhou Dongren's gaze fixed upon Shi Qing with an undisguisable, brilliant light. He pulled his hand out from under the covers, clearly taking the doctor's words to heart—he wanted a massage.

Apart from the very first sword strike, Qian Cheng had never managed to land a hit on that remnant will of the Rifting Sky Demon Sage. In the end, risking everything and relying on the extraordinary strength of his spiritual consciousness and intent, he barely managed to endure for a few breaths before being violently blasted away, a sensation of his spiritual consciousness scattering washing over him.

Zhou Yang had agreed with Yun Ta to hold a martial arts duel after three days. Naturally, Qingfeng's death could not be let known to him. Zhou Yang traversed the forest, gathered a large amount of timber, stacked it into a tall pyre, placed the corpse inside, and prepared to destroy all traces of the body.

This sudden development caught the entire court of ministers off guard. There were those who agreed, and naturally those who opposed; however, this time Ji Xi's attitude was exceptionally resolute, and his wording was quite stern.