Chapter Seven: Waiting for Your Return in the Northern Township

Lu Qi was even more baffled. "Why should I know who he is?"

His classmate looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Xu Chengjun is the hottest young writer and poet this year. You really need to catch up, Comrade Lu Qi."

Lu Qi frowned slightly, yet he still made a mental note of the name "Xu Chengjun."

But what kind of nonsense is a writer singing? Could he even sing well?

At that moment, Xu Chengjun was being helplessly dragged away by those two brutes, Lin Yimin and Zhou Haibo.

I turned my back, unwilling to pay Li Yi any mind. It wasn't just him; even I couldn't bear to look at myself. I had long since passed the age where a man's words were treated as gospel. Even if he truly didn't mind, I would not become a stain on someone else's reputation based on how others might perceive it.

At the main entrance of the Global Group, the second young master of the Global family had ink splashed on him. Such an event was a once-in-a-century occurrence, and a crowd immediately gathered around.

Commanding this super-warship was equivalent to wielding infinite power. A familiar sensation welled up in Qin Ming’s heart; he felt as if he had returned to the days when he steered warships through the cosmos to do battle, and a burning desire for conflict instantly ignited within his chest.

I sat on the ground and began to examine the mass of material. I squeezed it with my hand; every time I did, the object would deform, but no matter how I pressed it, it would never break apart.

"I’ve already spoken to Meizi on the phone. If Mother-in-law asks, she will help us keep the secret." Su Yiqing took a deep breath, then changed the subject.

Leng Lingyun said nothing, merely nodding at him. Only then did Qi Yue realize that Leng Lingyun, standing before him, had intercepted the power of the ten-thousand-fold thunderbolt with just one hand.

The male ghost frowned at Wen Jiaren’s efficient, almost crude actions, but ultimately held his tongue. After retrieving the items, the three of them worked together to reseal the golden coffin before following the black iron chains back beneath the skylight.

This blade of space was condensed entirely from the power of the Heavenly Eye and the force of space itself. It did not look very long, appearing more like a short sword.

If only I had told Lady Quan sooner that my wedding might be postponed for a while, she wouldn't have collapsed from exhaustion now.

But after a moment, I felt no pain. I slowly opened my eyes to see a pair of strong hands gripping Old Man Li’s. As my gaze shifted upward, I saw that the person holding him was Uncle Ying. He had just taken Li Yi to the airport—how had he returned so quickly?

Before he could finish his sentence, the door to the room was pushed open, and Old Medicine Pot walked out with red, swollen eyes.

Ever since the child arrived, the villa’s curtains had all been replaced with dark-colored ones that blocked out the sunlight.

I then remembered: even if Liu Pojun had really been drunk and kissed the wrong person, how could Lu Xudong have failed to push him away?

After several rounds, the Wu Luo Beast had gained no advantage; it began to charge blindly and frantically, as if it had lost its mind.

At a certain moment, golden energy surged wildly from Yun Xuan’s fist. In an instant, a golden fist imprint as massive as an elephant had condensed into shape.

Looking at his brow, which remained furrowed even in sleep, I felt an inexplicable softening in my heart. Any trace of anger had vanished, replaced entirely by heartache.

"He seems to have quite an aura." The opponent was approaching aggressively. Long Ci sent the secretly coded information to Black Nine before sitting down opposite the head dealer. Not wanting to cause trouble did not mean he was afraid of it, but before starting a fight, he had to be fully prepared.

As she spoke, she took a piece of paper out of her bag and held it out to Gu Dongjue. Gu Dongjue did not take it, merely studying her with a probing gaze.

With a loud "clack," the hard rifle butt smashed a massive hole in the corpse's head. The entire forehead caved in, leaving the corpse's face even more hideous and twisted, like that of a demon.