Volume One, Chapter 76: Seeking Shen Chaowu's Forgiveness

Mansion No. 3 commands the finest view in Haicheng.
Its decor leans toward colder tones.
On the gray walls hang bold and vivid paintings, which Shen Hanchuan doesn’t recognize.
He has no knowledge of these works of art.
But he’s heard that Zhou Jingdu is fond of paintings, often appearing at overseas auctions, and whenever he finds something that suits his taste, no matter the price, he will pay dearly for it.
For Zhou Jingdu, no matter how much money is involved, it’s just a string of numbers.
“Why… why are we here?” Luo Liyan forced herself to stay calm, gazing at the empty basketball court.
At the peak of Luo Shengyuan Cliff, Shen Mengyao held Shen Qingxue’s fallen short sword, tears streaming down her face and dripping onto the blade, making a faint metallic sound.
Ling Yitian’s gentle voice came from overhead, and Qin Zheng felt a subtle current pass through her ears.
The monster’s fierce words made me a little nervous; if it decided to use force, I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I’d gotten too carried away. The monster sent out several white threads, wrapping me tightly and lifting me up. I thought it was about to unleash some powerful move, so I hurried to make peace.
Seeing that the Tenglong Legion had dispatched a plain-clad swordsman, the Silver Star Alliance immediately sent out a human magic swordsman.

A few years ago, the Shen Group failed to recognize Qin Zheng’s worth and blacklisted her. This year, after just half a year back in the spotlight, her microblog fans have already surpassed eight million, making her a promising rising star.
The aroma here wafts over to the neighboring house. Looking over at the Qian family’s dinner, it’s just a large pot of thin porridge with two dishes of pickled vegetables. The whole family eats in silence.
As Chinese, they only wish to join a player faction created by Chinese gamers and to battle against players from abroad.
Fortunately… the other party is willing. Otherwise, hmph, the last person who spoke like that has grass three meters tall growing over their grave.
Smoke Green took a deep drag, Eighteen Green drank his tea fiercely, Dragon Green chewed his meat with intensity, and the atmosphere of silent contemplation weighed heavily over everyone.
Tang Wan is like meat in a tiger’s mouth; I want to take her away, but I’m unwilling to harm her life. This is an exceedingly difficult matter.
To the common folk, not just here but throughout the entire old district of Qushuiting Street, poverty reigns, and there’s not a hint of prosperity.
He had waited here two or three days, yet Sun Mingyue and Lu Yurong had not appeared. It was most peculiar.
Coffee wasn’t just bought for the two of them; even though the other actors weren’t part of his company, after such hard work filming, some comfort was necessary.
The two great Ashuras had only left recently; as they grilled some wild game, four more Ashuras appeared across from them, brazenly sizing them up.
“Hoo…” A milky-white vapor spilled from his nostrils. Through forging the silver needles this time, Qin Ke was delighted to find that his once unstable internal energy had become rich and solid; his spiritual consciousness had also greatly advanced.

Li Hanyan was veiled in a thin layer of gauze, making her thoughts impossible to discern—one could only vaguely glimpse scenes from her mind: Du Feng and Chu Li’s faces, and the moments when they taught her martial arts.
“This girl has too much temper. If she were replaced, who knows what trouble she’d stir up!” Su Ru shook her head and sighed.
Thus, with the two choices and the setting of time, it perfectly suppressed Yoon’s instinct to overthink.
In the end, nothing important was said, just suspicions that could never be proven. Wu Yuansi is brilliant and meticulous; how could she ever leave a loophole?
The forged Liaodong armor is truly remarkable; even if not struck by a long weapon, a stray bamboo arrow landing with a clang on the turtle-shell plate armor would bounce off with a resounding hum.
At first, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law got along well, but as time passed, friction and conflict gradually arose.
The Holy Son of the Violet Palace stepped forward, his hand radiating purple energy that dispersed the chaotic currents of spiritual power around, allowing the scene to emerge clearly before everyone’s eyes.