Volume 1, Chapter 62: He was very angry and ran away

"Fu Beichen, we have already signed the papers. Get out."
She turned her head away slightly again; in truth, she cared deeply about this matter.
"Even if we signed them, as long as I refuse to let go, you are still mine."

In the end, she had no choice but to go back to her room to fetch her swimsuit. Since she usually favored a sexy style, her swimsuit was naturally a bikini. However, when she dragged her feet back to the indoor pool, she felt immensely awkward, wrapping a bath towel around her shoulders and stubbornly refusing to take it off.

She was neither blind nor foolish. She could easily distinguish between truth and falsehood in Mu Yun's stubborn and intense gaze. It was precisely because she could not detect the slightest trace of teasing or joking in those icy eyes of his that she felt an even stronger urge to escape.

Five years had passed, yet he was still the same man. Not only had he not mellowed in the slightest, but he had also grown even more unruly.

Earlier, Master Zhaoyang had been so absolute when he said there was no hope, yet now he had changed his tune, claiming there was a fifty percent chance of success. What could have made him suddenly change his mind? Surely it couldn't have been because of that fight she had picked with him. Suspicion stirred in Chen Nian's heart, and she immediately sensed that something fishy was going on. Could it be a deliberate plot to harm Feng Junyang?

"Yes..." Hearing Tsunade speak, they felt a wave of relief and hurried away, thankful that the other party was not an enemy.

"Hehe, you're still too green to play me!" Ren Kun sat in the car, crossing his legs as he said triumphantly.

Youyou sobbed, trying to push Tang Hanfeng away, but his strength was simply too overwhelming to resist. She had no choice but to submit to his kiss, allowing him to deepen it again and again.

"Tell me, what games are you and Jun Luoyu playing at?" Disregarding Rose's attempt to evade, Liuguang cut straight to the chase and asked.

"Hello everyone, I am Yang Shimin. From now on, we are colleagues. If you need anything, please come to me. I will do everything in my power to help," Yang Shimin said with her head lowered as she was led into the workspace by the personnel department.

As Luo Xuan closed his eyes, the Eye of Guanhong between his brows slowly opened. Rui Canji and Huai Ziyou had betrayed Guangqingtian, and by now, the entire Nine Realms had issued a warrant for their arrest. As Luo Xuan opened his Guanhong Eye, he also encountered the investigative gazes of many other Divine Heaven Great Illuminations along the way, realizing that all the gods of the heavens were tracking the fugitives' whereabouts.

The outcome was without suspense; although the process had a few twists and turns, Meng Xuanlang ultimately secured victory.

With a soft click, Trask pressed a red button. The eyes of towering, streamlined robots lit up, flames erupted from their soles, and they shot out of the base.

Yet now, something that Iron Kid considered utterly impossible was unfolding right before his eyes.

"Thank you, Brother Feng!" Wang Hao did not say any superfluous words. Such was his personality; once he acknowledged Lü Feng as a brother, he kept it deeply in his heart and would never stand on ceremony with him.

More than a dozen people rose up to make trouble, while the majority remained as cold-eyed bystanders, watching the commotion as if it were a joke.

On this day, upon hearing the news that Meng Chang and his entourage were to be escorted northward by the Song army, tens of thousands of citizens from both inside and outside the city spontaneously gathered, risking their lives to bid Meng Chang farewell.

His right hand, which had been tightly gripping the blade, swiftly released its hold. Like lightning, his figure surged toward the three individuals who had previously been blasted away. Pressing his thumb and middle finger together in mid-air, he snapped his fingers crisply, and instantly, the dry space was permeated with the thick scent of viscous blood.

Li Yan's expression remained calm and collected, while a gleam of joy flashed deep within his eyes. Maintaining his current speed, under the impetus of a talent twelve times that of his peers, his continuous use of the late-Grandmaster movement technique and the Storm-God Legs unexpectedly showed faint signs of improvement. Though infinitesimal and subtle—merely a sliver—he could still vaguely perceive it.