Chapter 35: Entangled
People have always said that it is simply too much for someone to be both drop-dead gorgeous and possess a captivating voice. But today, Shen Zhiyu had to admit that such a beauty who is stunning in both appearance and tone truly exists. Most importantly, this was entirely natural beauty—no makeup whatsoever, save for a simple grooming of the eyebrows. While Li Tingxue’s beauty was only a notch below Shen Zhiyu’s, the intellectual elegance she exuded was enough to bewilder anyone; even Shen Zhiyu found her temperament incredibly magnetic.
Wang Dong did not respond to Lin Feng’s words; he merely offered a faint smile. With a sharp flick of the wheel, his red Ferrari roared and turned toward the mountain road.
"Alright, time to bring out the secret weapon!" Chen Zhizha declared as he tossed a bundle of bamboo strips and several stacks of newspapers onto the ground.
Setting aside the rest, the mere intention and beauty behind such a bowl of soup were enough to leave one in awe.
Could it be that they had suffered no significant losses? Of course! The dwarves had explored this mountain many times, and with their ancestors having visited before, it was no surprise they knew a shortcut to this place.
Along the way, Feng Shitian noticed that the wind blades within the Wind Valley seemed to recognize Feng Youlan, actively parting to let him pass.
Li Donghai raised his foot, intending to kick Lin Feng. However, facing the aggressive strike, Lin Feng remained calm, showing not a hint of panic. Suddenly, Lin Feng reached out his right hand, caught the incoming foot, and shoved it forward with the momentum.
The Japanese Ministry of War assessed that the equipment of the Red Army’s Independent Column was already slightly superior to that of the Japanese Imperial Army, and their combat capability was on par. Given their deep-seated hostility toward Japan, the Ministry concluded that to conquer China, they must possess a force capable of countering the Independent Column and annihilating it before it could grow any stronger.
The dissatisfaction and estrangement she once felt toward Jun Yufeng gradually faded. Especially after the appearance of Chang Xiangyu, she developed an inexplicable sense of sympathy and empathy for him.
Because Jun Yucheng was born a prince, he was no ordinary man. The fact that his brother loved her had once made Zichu feel helpless. Yet, seeing Jun Yufeng now surrounded by beauties and luxury, she felt a pang of regret for the long-departed Shangguan Wanyin.
Behind its smile, there was a clear, deep sense of mockery directed at Heng Yanlin.
I gave him a few instructions and then left with my bag on my back. In truth, after I married in my previous life, my mother never allowed me to see my brother again, nor would she let me speak with him in private.
Gu Qingcheng—seen by outsiders as an aloof, inviolable immortal, and by wealthy second-generation heirs as an incredibly formidable figure—was so humble in her love when faced with Liu Dong.
Mu Yuncheng shoved Ye Feiyu aside, pointed a finger at him, and roared, "Ye Feiyu, you bastard!" His exceptionally clear, masculine voice drew exclamations of shock from the audience below.
If they weren't on Chu family territory, he could think of a hundred ways to kill Chu Qi without leaving a trace that could be traced back to him.
He suddenly recalled that his tracking abilities seemed ineffective against the person before him, and he was ultimately forced to rely on technological means.
The number of necromancers—reviled by all—was already small, and high-level ones were even rarer. The person before them was someone the bandaged man recognized from his memories.
Immediately after, Heng Yanlin took a deep breath, and the crimson glow upon his body flared once more.
She could not bear to see Mu Yuncheng caught between his vows and the judgment of the world, suffering under the torment of faith and righteousness. That was why she spoke those words to Lu Xiao, hoping that she, too, would make a sacrifice for Mu Yuncheng, so that his youthful reputation would not be tarnished by malicious gossip.
It was a false alarm; it seemed there was no further danger. The group finished their remaining noodles, and Meijiao fed the meat from her bowl to Niuniu, who ate it obediently without a sound.