Volume 1, Chapter 23: I, Gu Xinian, Am Robbing You!

If it could be said that he initially rushed into the room to protect Su Wen, then he was playing the "hero saving the beauty." But later, when his blood ran hot and he climbed into her bed, it leaned a bit toward "taking advantage of a precarious situation." Of course, this side of him also added a touch of human warmth, a hint of the reckless abandon appropriate for a man of his age.

During this period, Su Wan arranged for another batch of conventional instruments and equipment, not on the restricted list, to be sent to China. This time, customs did not detain them; after a detailed and rigorous inspection confirmed there were no issues, they were cleared.

Mastery of the Sword Dao is notoriously difficult, and the Imperial Sword Dao within it is even rarer. Throughout history, successful sword cultivators have been few and far between, and those who achieved mastery in the Imperial Sword Dao are even fewer. It was unexpected that Guan Yi would be one of them.

However, the moment the armored vehicle charged toward him, Guan Yi pivoted sharply, pushed off with his toes, and leaped upward, his hand gripping the composite door firmly.

"If she wanted to do something to you, she would have done it long ago; she wouldn't have waited until now," Mo Qianyuan replied, his eyes still fixed intently on the two walking ahead.

"Helen! Helen!" As soon as the car door opened, Yueyue rushed out anxiously, and Helen, who had been waiting in the distance, ran over and pulled her into a hug.

"Why doesn't this system have a convenient search function?" Guan Yi grumbled to himself while scratching his head.

"Captain, since the police chief knows the reason behind this, why did he hide it instead of telling us?" Zhang Jianguo asked, his face full of confusion.

Xia Ruxue called out to Li Shuyu inside because, although she knew Li Shuyu did not harbor much goodwill toward her, she understood it was because of her lingering feelings for Hawkins. She believed that Li Shuyu was not inherently bad and that if they talked it out properly, they could reach an understanding.

Several cosmetic companies had once offered her high prices to be their spokesperson, but Lin Xiaohuan turned them all down. It wasn't about maintaining some high status; she simply didn't want to be too flashy. As long as she could quietly do what she wanted, she didn't want to ask for too much else.

On the night the singing ended and the crowd dispersed, Qian Qiyue walked silently through the streets toward her planned destination, followed by Ye Fan and Ye Li, Gege, Lian Tang and Lian Hu, and Qi Yi and Zhang Chen—the same lineup, the same location. The provocateurs were always the ones who died, while the defenders remained calm and unscathed.

Watching the plane fly toward thirty thousand feet, Cen Kexin felt a profound longing for Han Siyou.

Yes, this giant metal object, which seemed like a stabilizing force, reflected silver light under the illumination of the bright stones. But that was not the focus of the scene; the true focus was the deep blue, suspended object in the center of the cylindrical metal structure, which emitted no light at all.

Holding the blood-red long blade, she leaped into the air, brandishing it until the blood-red radiance exploded and then suddenly vanished. Her swordsmanship had reached a certain realm.

What kind of feeling was it? Dazed, distracted, bewildered. It felt as if her entire head had been pickled in a jar of kimchi by Yue Hong, leaving her muddled and incapable of thought. No matter how wildly An'an called out to her, she couldn't focus her attention.

Li Zixiao frowned. What was wrong with this foreigner? Asking people if they were a couple out of the blue—truly lacking in manners. Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes widened; Zhuge Qianxue had sealed his lips, and she even attempted to slide her tongue into his mouth.

If he didn't dodge, he would definitely be smashed to pieces. Hoping to hold on until they arrived, Shen Gang flew downward.

"Answer. Because Yebusa is here too. Yebusa's popularity will definitely be even higher," Yamai Yuzuru said, expressing her true, deepest desire—that kind of life.

"Arrogant Huns! Let them come!" After the Xiongnu envoy left, a Roman soldier spat at their retreating backs and said with disdain.

Li Qiutang smiled awkwardly. The smoother the wedding preparations went, the more worried she became. How could she not be happy that the person she had loved for so many years was about to become her husband? Yet, the more happy and expectant she was, the less she wanted any variables to arise. She could not allow the things she had waited so many years for to fail.

What was even more exasperating was that in the afternoon, Qian Ai and Charlotte also patronized the maid cafe. They claimed it was to see how Totori worked.

[Kirito] and [Miu] and the others reflexively looked up. Then, they saw a peculiar sight.

"Shut up!" Su Yong's low, sharp voice suddenly rang out in the stifling, tense air.

Lin's parents stared at Lin Xiaoxiao again with their mouths agape, while Su Xing finally sobered up, realizing... it seemed he had said too much?

"Get back! All of you get back! Or I'll kill her!" The man roared at the police outside: "Don't try any tricks on me!" With that, the knife moved an inch closer to Qian Ai's throat.

Jin Qing's face darkened instantly. If others respected her an inch, she would respect them a foot, but if others showed her no respect, they shouldn't expect her to say anything pleasant.

After Yoshinon begged for mercy loudly, Chen Mingtong turned his calm gaze to Yoshino. Yoshino, who hadn't dared to move, timidly said, "...I, I came to visit." She didn't dare mention Yoshinon at all.

Seeing Qiu Ning drifting off to sleep, Leng Xin let her lean against him: "You're very tired, rest a while. I'll wake you when we get home." Watching her close her eyes, he turned his gaze toward the person driving attentively.

Lu Yichen looked at Ye Chuxia and suddenly said this, though he was speaking the simple truth.

Lu Qianqian hurried to the bar the bartender mentioned. Lu Yichen had drunk himself into a stupor and was still sleeping there.