Volume One, Chapter 37: I Love You Too (Grand Finale)

Lin Jie was not the type to do whatever he was told, especially when he was already seething with anger toward Shen Yun.

After accompanying Crescent Moon around the majority of the Regent’s Palace until noon and personally feeding it beef, the creature finally went to sleep contentedly, allowing Yun Yin to leave.

The group in the room exchanged glances, followed by knowing smirks, their eyes gleaming with thinly veiled schadenfreude.

Thinking something had gone wrong, Wei Youming had broken free from Old Liu and run back. In reality, the figure walking over from the stairwell was none other than the ringleader! He walked with hurried steps, his beady eyes sharp and alert.

The atmosphere was already thick with tension; the teachers reminded everyone daily of the countdown to the college entrance exam. Even students who usually disliked studying felt a sense of shame, and thus, Lu Keke was giving it her all.

Nangong Shengsheng widened her eyes, then stepped back a few paces. Gripping her blade with both hands, she swung it down with fierce intensity, but the blow failed to connect, and the sheer force of the impact sent her reeling backward.

The floor lamp beside the bed cast light on her face. Under the warm glow, she looked alert, with no trace of sleepiness; it was clear she had been awake for a long time.

Seeing Chen Nanxuan effortlessly obliterate the experts of the Zhang family and the Miao Sect Leader, the Eight Vajras of Mount Emei swallowed hard, feeling fortunate that they had chosen to submit to him earlier.

Xiao Muxue’s beautiful face turned cold as ice as she reprimanded the situation. To dare attempt extortion against her Xiao family—Hu Jingjing was digging her own grave.

"Wen Muke, you know that everything is fate. Your parents have already been reincarnated, and they are doing well. You don't need to dwell on it so much," Gu Linzhang said, pulling me into an embrace and stroking my back.

By now, Xiao Le had already consoled himself by asking his parents about the whole incident. Indeed, there was no room for argument or discrepancy, but he still found it unbelievable: how could a person be forced to kneel before a dog? Was this not an insulting form of murder?

Jiang Zihuan’s expression was a sight to behold. No matter what major events had occurred in the past, Jiang Zihuan had always remained as calm as an ancient well, but from the moment Mr. Thousand Faces spoke, his expression grew increasingly complex.

"There's someone there!" Ying An vaguely saw a person lying on the ground in the distance, dressed in red and black, and could sense a powerful aura of death emanating from them.

Su Yan, however, was not as tormented; it was not his first time, so he had developed some immunity.

"Three billion? People these days sure can brag. I haven’t even seen what three billion looks like piled together. Fine, I have nothing better to do anyway—tell him to come up," Manager Wu Jianfei said, hanging up the phone.

The three of them didn't hesitate, grabbing three travel bags with excitement. Each filled one, stuffing the colorful wads of cash inside. Jia Xingxing did a quick count—it was definitely over five million! There would be no need to risk breaking into another house now.

"Since that is the case, I won't waste any more of your time. I don't have much left." There were only three days remaining of the month.

Stealing was a much lighter crime than arson; at worst, one would be sold into servitude, but arson was a capital offense. This Luo Jiu was quite clever.

Bai Muxun naturally agreed to everything, acting perfectly obedient, which earned her a bit more of the Old Madam’s trust.

As soon as Old Master Huang finished speaking, he was met with a barrage of varied looks. *Go ahead, keep playing the fool, old man; we didn't see a thing.*

Luo Luo pouted at these words, hanging his head in defeat, his eyes slightly red as he stared at the stag beetle in his hand, as if trying to convey something.

The various factions watching the ceremony were much calmer, their eyes filled with disdain and doubt; they no longer held any hope for Mo Lin.

Zhu Dan was so terrified because he had long heard that Xiao Yinghan was impartial and incorruptible. In the capital, Xiao Yinghan’s fearsome reputation was well-known. While people revered him as a God of War—believing the country was secure as long as he was there—they feared him just as much.

It was a position that countless people dreamed of; how could someone be completely indifferent to the throne?

This so-called plague was largely a man-made choice, and the mastermind behind it would never harm Xiao Zhenjiang, no matter what.

White Pigeon captured her playful and cute expression perfectly, sending it directly to Xu Shuyan without even giving Lin Qianyi a chance to check it.

However, some unscrupulous person had posted the news of her challenge to Song Jianyi’s styling advertisement online, and now, none of the freelance stylists dared to take her orders.

Zhou Xinyun’s every word made it clear she intended to steal the man away from Zhu Muling. With Zhu Muling’s strong-willed personality, how could she possibly concede?

Shang Yu put on a show of defending himself, yet not a single strike of his fire hit Wen Tong.

If one were to purify the impurities before refining the medicinal liquid, achieving a purity of sixty-five percent would be much safer. But simply meeting the standard didn't guarantee advancement; most of them were already third-rank alchemists, so surely many would reach sixty-five percent.

If it were truly possible, what did it matter if it meant being frozen for days, or even for thousands, tens of thousands, or millions of years?

He truly had not expected that an ant at the Golden Immortal level would have a master who was actually a powerhouse far above him.

If it has to be done, do it early. Whoever wins or loses, the result is the same; it resolves the matter, so why go through so much trouble?

Countless times, he had thought that if only he had been able to set aside some of his pride back then, if only he could have seen his own heart more clearly, none of the subsequent events would have happened.

Netizens in the livestream, seeing Lin Fan kneeling on one knee, leaning sideways with one hand against the wall, his clothes stained with paint, couldn't help but be moved.

In this Mirage Dragon Kingdom, the Star General rank was practically the pinnacle. This scene would surely instill deep fear in the hearts of those Star General-level Star Warriors who had previously believed themselves invincible within the borders of the kingdom.