Volume One, Chapter 42: Found Her Records

“Gu Xingnian! May I ask if your marriage with President Fu is a contractual one?”
“Are you deliberately hiring internet trolls to smear Jiang Kexin?”
“Miss Gu, do you and President Fu have any real marital relationship?”
“Miss Gu, please answer!”

The questions grew sharper and sharper, the microphone almost pressed against her face.
The crowd thickened, forming a dense, dark mass.

“Sorry, these questions, you should ask President Fu.”
She replied coldly, then pushed her way through the crowd, preparing to break free from the encirclement.

Suddenly, a few agitated people burst out from the crowd’s edge; judging by their appearance, they seemed to be Jiang Kexin’s fans.

“It’s this shameless woman! She’s hurt our Xin Xin time and again!”

On his fist, faint white marks appeared with each blow. The heavy impact caused him no harm, as if his hand was harder than steel.

Strickland felt uneasy, but the enemy was orderly crossing the river and stepping into the territory he was defending. The rapid change in the battle no longer allowed him to hesitate or doubt.

“Dead Alai, stinky Alai, and he still hasn’t called me!” Xia Yun’er angrily sat atop a life-sized fluffy white bear toy, complaining.

Earlier, he had glanced over several raw stones worth millions in the store. Except for one that might contain jade, the others were ordinary low-grade pieces, one even with no chance of producing jade.

“Five cars have gone out in total; I’m checking their information and locations now,” the logistics staff hurriedly reported.

The dagger could only be used against the silver beast, not to harm the little girl, but the girl’s attacks were the fiercest, employing a do-or-die strategy.

“Brother-in-law, I—I don’t want to take the car!” Seeing Su Chen about to stop a taxi again, Lin Shuang’er shook her head like a rattle.

Here, good things were scarce; mostly, because of the many people gathered, all the good items had been taken by those who arrived earlier.

---

Hearing Zhou Tong mention the ancient well startled me, recalling the places Su Qingqing took me to—all inhabited by monsters. Could the creature beneath this ancient well be connected to the Black Fiend Sect?

Huang Yize, hearing this question, involuntarily clenched Yun Bilu’s hand tightly, as if he would never let go.

“So you know... that plane is going to crash?” Feng Jingshan’s evidence was somewhat shaky.

Qiao Lian gave Shi Nianyao a satisfied look. Seeing Su Meimei glance over, she quickly turned off her phone and put it behind her.

“I have a headache, second sister-in-law, I’m counting on you now.” Tong Jiashi dared not go; although curious about how the Gualajia clan would handle Yu Chenglong, she lacked the courage to follow.

“Hey,” Ping Ling responded, swiftly stuffing the bedding under the bed, already wearing a cotton jacket as she left.

Li Zhiqing swallowed the words she almost blurted out. Among Kangxi’s many princes, only the fourth was valuable, with a passionate romantic life and often snatching brothers’ wives—a perennial champion in love affairs.

Nobody cared what Ling Zun’s true form was; they could transform into human shape and act like ordinary people.

In truth, she hadn’t fallen asleep before because she was bored after her brother closed his eyes and went to sleep; she forced herself to sleep.

He thought that after he left without saying goodbye, Xia Li would lose contact and abort the child.

Stepping through the Gate of Ten Thousand Realms and seeing the chaotic apartment, Yongzheng felt a surge of excitement, as if a new chapter of life had begun.

As the van left, Wang Yibo slapped the face of the second leader of the Reverse Scale, whose phone fell heavily onto his now-swollen face and slid to his hand.

While Vivian was touring the manor with Jiang Ren, a luxurious carriage sped toward Rose Manor, closely followed by dozens of guards on foot.

Teresa genuinely wanted to help Mu Qingfeng and hoped he would join Destiny to resist collapse.

The commander of the guard at Xue Men Pass, Cheng Maocai, the eunuch supervisor of local military affairs, Tan Qizhi, and an ancient general who had built relationships here for decades.

After all, the three-colored aura was fundamental strength, while the fruit’s ability, comparatively, did not significantly enhance power.

Moreover, the lieutenant general had a duty to keep an eye on the Seven Warlords, preventing them from stirring trouble.

It was like a person who sleeps breathing steadily suddenly began to breathe rapidly, gasping for air.

Sirze found some red lanterns and paper cuttings and instructed Yan Xixi to paste them on the door.

---

Jiang Qiao knew what he intended to do. Chu Sui must be furious, and Sheng Zhan naturally wanted to check it out.

Their gaze fell on the projection from the projector, showing a full-body photo of Jiang Ren, with dense information listed beside it.

At that moment, three elderly men suddenly emerged from the three holes. They were withered, all dressed in black, their wrinkled faces expressionless.

A look of surprise flashed across Magpie’s face, then she swept her long sleeves; the knives hidden in her belt flew swiftly toward Jing Ye.

No doubt, although the Thunderfire Fiend Realm was dangerous, it greatly aided cultivators’ comprehension of the laws.

Shi Jingtian, regardless of whether anyone was behind him, charged through the archers’ formation, scattering them just as the semicircle in front from right to left had collapsed.

If he disliked anything, it was that person’s excessive honesty. People who told the truth often were unpopular—that was a lesson learned on the day his country fell. He, too, liked honesty, so no one in Jin Kingdom liked him; Xu Xuan preferred doing practical things, thus he also had few admirers.

Unexpectedly, ahead in a wide canyon, Jing Ye stopped abruptly, then slowly turned to her with a stern expression: “Don’t look, there’s no one else.”

“Senior Brother! What do you mean by never having a chance again?” Tian Ci, sensing a hidden meaning, hurriedly asked.

The Fengdu Xiao family was like the Qin family of Gray Clothes Alley; every generation’s head served as the underworld’s guardian. The Qin family guarded the Heavenly Gate, the Xiao family defended the Ghost Gate Pass.

The young man was about the same age as you, full of vigor and righteousness, handsome and tall, but by then, he was also heavily wounded.

The newcomer was also an elder. In Xu Jiangnan’s eyes, he was much better-looking than Ling Liang—at least not as withered and aged, with a rougher, more robust voice. He carried a long item wrapped in gray cloth on his back, which, if not a gun, was likely a fierce weapon like a spear or halberd.

Mao Mao’s words suddenly made Lin Di feel unbearably heartbroken. No matter how wealthy she was, no matter how mischievous Mao Mao became, Mao Mao was still the same Mao Mao.

Under these circumstances, no one would dare or want to cause trouble; there was simply no need to complicate things.

He also became, since detailed statistics began, the only player to score 50 points while also securing at least 10 rebounds, 5 assists, 5 blocks, and 5 steals.