Volume 1, Chapter 43: The Truth Behind the Marriage of Lin Qiao and Qin Tianlang

After all, she had received ten million from Cheng Ru last time.
That money had brought tangible and substantial help to the orphanage.
Lin Qiao naturally had to give her this face.
The call connected, and Cheng Ru's arrogance remained unchanged as before.
"Lin Qiao, I want to buy those palm-leaf woven crafts again."
"There are none left, and there won't be any in the future."
Recalling her right hand, a flash of sorrow crossed Lin Qiao's eyes.
The receptionist had evidently sensed the unusual atmosphere between the two. For a moment, she felt uncertain and panicked, afraid she had misjudged the situation and blocked some prominent figure.
After all, people with short-sighted vision, no matter how talented, would never be heavily relied upon or nurtured by the powers behind them.
The thunderclouds dissipated, and the five-clawed golden dragon let out a dying roar before collapsing powerlessly to the ground. Seeing the demise of the five-clawed golden dragon, the heart-pounding Zheng Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief and dismissed the "404 attack" he had been holding in his hand, hesitating to unleash.
Shaoyang broke into a sweat. Thinking of the terrifying nature of the ghost face earlier, he found it completely impossible to connect that image with the "spineless weakling" Shaoyang had just mentioned.
Just like Wang Zhenzhen's family home, which had central heating provided by the county during the winter, requiring only a fixed monthly fee. Therefore, the indoor temperature of their house was quite high, around twenty-something degrees Celsius, making it very warm.
The police station naturally favored the forestry farm side. Even if they wanted to side with those hoodlums, they needed to have the qualification to make such a decision.
"Damn it! Brothers, let's fight to the death." Originally, they thought these people would fight the giant cockroach to the death, but unexpectedly, all of them rushed straight toward the room. Obviously, they intended to grab whatever they could at the very last moment before dying, in case items wouldn't drop upon death.
"I see. Is that why so few people are able to break through to the Spirit Fusion Realm?" Feng Yuan frowned slightly, a trace of solemnity appearing in her eyes.
Having already forged the eight cauldrons, everyone was naturally familiar with the process. Coupled with Li Gang's mediation and command, and the various skilled craftsmen performing their respective duties, countless gold and iron materials were gradually poured in, and soon, a massive cauldron began to take shape.
Her father had told her that the deadly evil ghost was a "Yaksha." It fed on human blood and killed people to strip their skin. On that night, it had also wanted the lives of her and Xuanyi.
Liu Wei also looked at him for a moment without speaking, then patted his shoulder with his other hand and left.
After bustling about for more than ten minutes, a pleasant class-ending bell rang, and shortly after, several teachers walked into the office one after another.
Watching the show that night turned out to be far less interesting than anticipated. Old stutterer and Bloodsucker didn't care much anyway; they had just come along to join the excitement and watch the fun.
However, the terror of the crowd had not yet ended. In the void, a roaring sound suddenly emerged—a sound that instilled fear once again.
People who sit in offices for a long time more or less have the experience of being trapped in an elevator. Experiencing it a few more times breeds claustrophobia, and the trembling look they wore every time they rode the elevator made Qian Qiyue sneer with disdain. Being trapped for a while wasn't going to kill anyone, nor would the elevator plummet suddenly; worrying about it was far worse than trying to save oneself.
What kind of person could dream a million years in a single slumber? The person on the ground was none other than Yang Chen. At this moment, he muttered dazedly, "A dream of a million years."
He stood up, walked out of the coffee shop, and wandered aimlessly down the street, somehow finding himself in the back alley. So be it; since he was here, he would go take a look, even if it was just for a cup of coffee, even if it was just to catch a glimpse. Suddenly, he felt like a stray dog; without her, everything was completely silent.
After a thorough inspection, they found nothing suspicious, which left them both puzzled and deeply shocked. Could it be that the enemy's strength far exceeded theirs?
What's wrong? Fan Hun still didn't understand. "I went chasing that bad seed who kicked my head! But that guy can really run, darting from one street to another, weaving through alley after alley. Damn it, I didn't catch him. I chased him all the way to Bajing Terrace on South Street, a stone's throw away from Misty Rain Alley. I just couldn't catch him. I really have to hand it to this guy."