Volume One, Chapter 82: What Should You Call Me From Now On?

Yan Qiuning could no longer refuse; Ninth Brother was right, after all—family is the same no matter whose place they're at. In the presence of the lawyer, she signed her name, and in an instant, she had become the wealthiest woman in all of the capital. Suddenly, she felt a surge of confidence.

Qin Zhan had already signed, waiting for this very day; now everything held legal effect.

Yet she was unaware that, from the moment she arrived, she had already fallen under Xiao Long's "control," swept along by his way of thinking, utterly forgetting her initial purpose for coming. There was no need for it anyway. Was it all just a game? Pretending, cheating—what meaning could there possibly be?

"Let's talk in my office," Wang Zhengxiao said calmly. Gao Dekun immediately followed behind him toward the office.

What should he do? Call the police! The teachers locked the office doors, guarded the windows—Dahua had no way to escape now.

Huang Yueying and Zhang Weili, the chief engineer of the construction company, were both caught off guard, unsure why Li Zhi suddenly began clearing the area again. But Li Zhi's word was law in this domain—no one could defy him.

Such cruelty—over two hundred villagers, not a single survivor. Judging by the wounds and the blood bubbling from their lips, all had had their limbs broken by force, tortured to death. The stench of blood drew the crows, circling above the bodies, occasionally descending to feast.

No longer permitted to speak, Shi Jingtian watched as a rain of arrows tore through the air; he strode forward to stand before Tiansi, whose legs trembled beneath him. Li Siguan stood at his side without hesitation, raising her broadsword to fiercely protect the weakened Tiansi.

He himself did not know what he ought to do. Watching the excited young men nearby, Xiao Long felt that perhaps carefree joy was best—but he had too many responsibilities to bear.

Cheng the Dwarf's eyes darted back and forth; he hadn't expected to run into Xiang Yang in the 'Mythic Network World' today. Last time, Xiang Yang had escaped—who knew where he'd ended up? But now, seeing him here, it proved Xiang Yang hadn't died and was somewhere near the City of the Main God.

Ahead, an open tavern greeted them, its wine banners fluttering, crowds bustling in and out; its grandeur far outstripped the place from before, and on the signboard above the door were carved the words "Wild Goose Pavilion."

"Elder Dingling, is there any way to absorb the energy from these light spheres?" Zhuo Yu asked.

Ling Lingling spoke as she stepped into the shop, and I followed her through the door.

The giant toad, having failed with its first move, opened its mouth and spat a cloud of black mist—deadly poison. Even before it reached us, the air crackled with a sharp, sputtering sound.

Zhuo Yu vanished, and when he reappeared, the Lingxi Sword was already piercing Madame Yan.

"What did you say to my parents? Xia Lan, do you think you can come and go as you please? Is that acceptable? Have you ever considered my feelings?"

As she spoke, I happened to betray her hopes, swallowing the blood in my mouth.

She reflexively squinted, and the roar of an engine sounded near. When she opened her eyes again, a sleek black car had stopped at her side.

"Your Majesty is anxious. Perhaps you’ve forgotten the hour—it is late. The Emperor is preparing to rest," Qi Fu said, troubled.

As she spoke, Wang Jiaci's gaze was somewhat hazy, leaving it unclear whether her words were meant for me or herself.

Gu Yixin extended her left hand to Zhao Minhao, placing it lightly in his large palm, while with her right hand she lifted her skirt and stepped gracefully from the car, smiling.

When he uttered those three words—"I'm sorry"—both Accident and Pie had already withdrawn their weapons, signaling the end of restrictions on his actions.

Thanks to the gank down the bottom lane, a calm situation shifted to a slight advantage, and his teammates showered him with praise.

Prince Ning only remained silent, staring blankly at the eunuch’s actions. Even after the hot tea arrived, he watched for a long while before finally picking up the cup and drinking slowly—the more he drank, the more sorrowful his expression became.

"I do have some skeletons under my command, true—but when did I ever claim to know the language of the undead?" It took me a great effort to break free from his enthusiastic embrace; seeing his lingering intent, I quickly doused him with a cold splash to calm him down.

"Haha! Now I'm shorter than you!" I laughed, dropping into a seat, meeting Dilinger's eyes at level.

She knew she could not stop Hong Yi's decision, but she would never hinder him. Though the journey ahead was fraught with danger, Chan Yinsha believed—she believed Hong Yi could defeat 'Tai' and return safely to her side.

"Then could you explain in more detail?" Hearing there was hope, I grew excited, pulling him close.

As my words fell, the three young Daoists arranging the mirror formation shuddered in unison, their faces showing lingering fear.

Qing Ming was stunned—had he squinted so long that he was hallucinating? Otherwise, how could he discern an ingratiating expression from a cat’s face? He kept his head down, munching on lotus pastries.

After a few words with Lingxing, Taeyeon ignored her, impatiently putting on headphones and starting the drama.

Shanghai Ma Chao, hearing Zhu Jia’s remark, shot him a fierce glare, leaving Zhu Jia baffled.

New Year's Eve, whether ancient or modern, is a day of great significance. On this day, all nobles and officials bring their families to the palace to pay respect to the Emperor and the Empress. In some regions, tributes are also presented to the court.

Ming Long seemed particularly invested in the marriage; these days he was busy arranging, determined to make the simple village wedding as grand as possible.

With palms crossing in a strike, internal force was transformed into a tremendous surge of power; before the waist straightened, the motion flipped upward, strong energy enveloping the hands, barely closing in to deflect the airborne fan blades aimed at his face.

Zhao Guodong arrived at the construction site for breakfast, just about to start mixing cement when Old Liang came over.

Wang Jie watched Lei Ting with worry, his gaze shifting to Master Lei, unsure whether Lei Ting could withstand such a massive energy impact.

Seeing Li Ye's astonished look, Jing Xiang asked in confusion, "Governor Li, did I say something wrong?"