Chapter 37: Why Be So Angry

Fu Luoning covered his face with his hands to block the incoming kiss. Gu Linzhou’s eyes were filled with fury. "Others can kiss you, but I can't?"

Fu Luoning struggled, his voice cold and detached. "Of course. I find you filthy!"

Gu Linzhou gritted his teeth, attempting to pin Fu Luoning’s hands down. However, his grip slipped, and Fu Luoning freed one hand, landing a solid slap across his face.

"Damn you, you hit me again!" The slap left Gu Linzhou stunned for several seconds; his cheek burned.

What his father truly cared about had always been his mother, and his own birth was merely a tool to bind her to him.

Yan Manman was notorious, and Yang Huaili had naturally heard the rumors. Whenever he went out with friends, they would tease him by constantly bringing up her name in connection with his.

Ju Zhi remembered clearly that it was precisely because Shen Qingjia feared water that they had pushed her into it to torment her.

Many eyes were fixed on Ye Chu, who was dressed in a moon-white brocade qipao, the light from the overhead silk lanterns casting a glow upon her.

However, after he finished reading the information on these individuals, the thoughts in his mind vanished entirely, replaced by a sense of overwhelming surprise, as if he had stumbled upon a treasure.

Suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she raised her hands and touched the cluster of pipa buttons. Her fingertips, delicate as spring bamboo shoots, contrasted beautifully against the red floral knots, vibrant and alluring.

According to the schedule, the first scene after moving to the new set was at 3:30 PM. It was a minor scene requiring only a few personnel.

At the time, the designer had suffered a lapse in judgment and, finding the work at the military factory too dull, enthusiastically built a glass bridge for amusement that could rise and fall with the passage of time.

"Oh, how could I have the heart to eat? Tell me, has my matter been cleared up? Who exactly framed me?" Qin Fengyi insisted on asking.

Sigh, I know this avatar is beautiful—a true femme fatale—but I never expected it to be this disastrous! Even a monk with no earthly desires couldn't resist. Truly... I should try to use a transformation spell in the future; otherwise, it invites too much trouble.

Emperor Chu sat in his imperial carriage in a foul mood. Despite the grand scale of his personal military campaign, he hadn't managed to capture a single intact province of the Great Yong.

Li Jun shook his arms, throwing off the two men. His anger burned like a volcano, teetering on the edge of eruption.

Later, there were images of fire and slaughter, followed by a period of lonely wandering, with shadows of grief and despair clinging to him. It appeared his tribe had suffered some calamity, leaving him as the sole survivor, wandering the world.

There were actually many holy tombs from a hundred thousand years ago, but once discovered, the precious items within had often been eroded by the passage of time. One could only retrieve broken remnants—such as holy artifacts—yet even in their damaged state, their power remained formidable.

The most impressive skill was that a top-tier sketch artist could even draw a portrait of a criminal suspect based solely on oral descriptions.

Meanwhile, the Emperor, whom the generals of Phoenix City longed for, was currently leading the main force of the Great Yong across the entire territory of the Liang State.

Sander wore an innocent look, offering only a smile, giving you time to consider. "We are in no rush. On the World Cup pitch, Ronaldo instigated the referee to send off Rooney, and the two have a grudge. Could there be a new transfer in the works?"

Ma Kun stood with his hands behind his back, his internal energy circulating. The thunderous sword aura continued to brew, emitting sounds like peals of thunder in the air.

Although, to some extent, Ye Ling was worried about him, this concern did not make Lin Yi happy. On the contrary, it made him increasingly irritated.

"To target my prey so blatantly... you might as well just die!" The man at the Golden Core stage sneered, his right hand slowly clenching into a fist. The Third Elder of the Zou family felt a massive force crushing him from all sides. He roared, his holy spiritual energy surging forth, but the pressure only intensified.

Indeed, it would certainly not be inferior to theirs. The jade pendant in Gu Buque's hand was the token of the head of the world's greatest merchant family. By handing it over, he was essentially gifting the entire Fortune God clan. It was the most ruthless way of wooing a woman that Ye Shaoxuan had ever seen, and the highest level of extravagance he had ever witnessed.