Volume 1, Chapter 35: Beg Me

Gu Nianyu was pressed against the wall in a most awkward posture, one arm propping her up while the other covered her mouth, not daring to let out a single sound. Her scenes as the maid were nearing their end; although the production was long, she had few parts left.

"Now, watch my new skill!" A deeper smile curled the corners of Qinxue's mouth as she turned and walked toward a large tree nearby.

The meal was ready, and the table was laid with an appetizing spread of four dishes and one soup: scallion-scented mutton, mandarin-duck pig trotters, stir-fried pork with green peppers, and dried radish omelet. The soup was a tomato and egg drop, with bright red tomatoes and golden eggs floating together, enough to make anyone’s mouth water.

No one wanted to see any more bloodshed, so after some discussion, they chose to compromise, deciding to honestly pay the "human resource fee."

It felt as if she had truly stepped into that bygone era, playing a pure-hearted consort trapped in a web of schemes and frame-ups.

She didn't even offer a greeting. Then again, they were worlds apart; they weren't friends, so why bother being polite?

"Fine," Zhou Xiaoxue released her foot and took two steps back. "Get up and hit this square-faced one." She pointed at the square-faced man. Had Cha Taifei not intervened, the man would have tried to fight her, and Zhou Xiaoxue had seen it all.

"Alright, instructor, I won't disturb your yoga practice anymore. I'm off! Bye!" Regardless of his inner grumbling, he kept a smile on his face as he said goodbye.

Yao Jun had no time to pay attention to what was happening outside; a tectonic shift was occurring within his body.

Undoubtedly, Lin En's decision had left Eve feeling unusually anxious and completely at a loss.

Seeing that Shuo Xiang seemed unwilling to rise until Yang Hao took a bite, he realized that if he didn't eat that mouthful, the reputation he had painstakingly built might vanish instantly.

"There's no need, guest. You’ll be fine just like that. It’s not actually cold inside." The waiter answered with a smile.

After reviewing the annotations of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, Xu Qian gained a more intuitive sense of the difficulty in cultivating the Secrets of the Long Life.

The taxi searched for the location of the Yamaha music store on its own, navigating along the route indicated to reach the destination for Li Linlang.

Arriving at the hotel, Li Zhe saw Theron waiting at the entrance, wearing a silver-gray, low-cut, sleeveless gown. Her shoulders, neck, and arms were completely bare, and paired with her short hair, she was a stunning, sexy beauty.

Li Hong ignored Ming Yue’s words and channeled his spiritual energy into the puppet, where he saw Jiang Wanjian sleeping. Li Hong carefully examined Jiang Wanjian's soul and shook his head to himself.

Had the Miao people not lived in such high mountains and dense forests, the border soldiers, hungry for military merit, would never have tolerated these ragtag rabble running wild there.

A chorus of screams erupted as Cheng Yaojin and his men, previously arrogant and insufferable, were swept away along with their horses by the force of the spear energy.

After this disaster, Chen Ping and the others knew the Maple Leaf Martial Arts Hall could not be saved, but Du Kai offered only comfort, leaving them feeling both touched and heartbroken.

As Duan Siqi and the others descended from the sky, the generals and martial artists blocked the path in front of Duan Siping, their faces filled with nervousness.

"This Profound Fire, you will hand it over today whether you want to or not!" Old Ghost Zhaixin sneered. Black mist billowed from his withered palms, and a violent aura surged around his body.

In her eyes, the butler had always been a steady figure. Even when he lied to Mu Donghai to cover for her, he had never seemed as flustered as he did now.

The dragon’s terrifying vertical pupils were inches away, and the dragon’s breath, expelled from its massive nostrils, tore through Huamo’s clothes like a hurricane.

Ye Qinglong would most likely choose the first option. With his intelligence, he would never choose to fight these people to the death; as long as he gave up the Dragon Blood Stone, he could leave unscathed.

It was another leisurely afternoon, with sunlight pouring through the clouds, dappling the earth in gold.

Moreover, many celebrities wouldn't stay until the end of the film; most left as soon as they finished walking the red carpet. It was hard to tell if they were invited for promotion or just to boost the other side's exposure.

Liu Yan spoke up from the side, as if forcing Zhang Hua to speak, acting as though he couldn't face her otherwise.

How could Cao Cao not be agitated upon hearing this report? Although it was humiliating to destroy his own catapults, as long as they were gone, he could still hold the defense.

"Ranran, you feed Momo first. I'll take Ziyi out for a walk and we'll be back in a while." Before Wen Ran could scold him, Mo Xiumo carried his son and strode out of the hospital room.

Some time later, the cocktail party ended. Outside the venue, the valet had already brought his car around. As he took the keys, he heard a commotion behind him.

"Get lost!" Ye Zhen shouted. With a sharp slap, Fatty Cao was sent flying thirty meters away, his backside crashing into a deep pit, unable to crawl out.

A few seconds later, a gloomy-looking man walked out of the house. It was Li Tong. After a few months, this guy exuded an even more powerful and cold aura.