Volume One, Chapter 31: Ning'er Weeps—Brother Nine, I Want You to Return

Yan Shu looked at her, crying and apologizing, holding his hand like a child without a home. His heart was moved, yet he dared not truly believe her. In all his past experiences, this younger sister had been unruly and difficult; every time she lowered her head, it was to plot against him. It was truly hard for him to trust her again.

No matter what, she was his own sister, and he couldn’t really blame her coldly for her faults.

“Stop crying, I’m not angry with you,” he said, instructing Xiao Li nearby to bring some tissues.

She was in her twenties, yet crying like a child.

Yan Qiuning stared at her brother, tears shimmering in her eyes. “Brother, I really regret it now. All the things I did to you before...”

Coincidentally, the snacks that Ninth Lord had prepared suited her taste perfectly, and she ate all the way to the airport, feeling full and satisfied. As long as she didn’t suffer from morning sickness, it wouldn’t be wasted.

The scene just now was far too dangerous; had she not held on, the fall from such a height would have been disastrous. This time, it was the leader of the Black Panther organization in action—its third-in-command. He had no special mission or task, only came out for hunting and leisure.

Zhou An was straightforward and meticulous by nature. He couldn’t disobey Huangfu Yixuan’s orders, so he strode over, grabbed him, and dragged him out of the courtyard.

“Do you find this amusing?” Chu Xizhi raised a sharp eyebrow, his gloomy gaze turning to Chen Mubai.

Nan Minghui immediately sensed that Yun Yiqing’s words referred not only to the chess pieces on the board, but also to those in reality.

Zhao Minglang could understand Su Xuetong’s feelings. There were indeed many obstacles between them; her worries were entirely reasonable. But he had already decided on her—after so much hesitation and inner conflict, he finally understood, and would not let go again.

The senior brother behind him struggled to hold back his laughter, his body beginning to twitch. In the end, afraid his junior would see his face, he simply turned around to face away.

If not for Ah Lai’s slap earlier, Yellow Hair might have stubbornly challenged Chen Feng to a fight. With so many people in the wellness center watching, he couldn’t afford to lose face.

When it comes to deduction, I trust Bibi the most. But now that he’s gone mad, can his choices be relied upon?

Sun Wukong had been refined in Taishang Laojun’s Eight Trigrams Furnace for forty-nine days. The system showed 134 days remaining.

“No, you’re wrong. I’m not standing up for this old man!” the man said coldly, his eyes devoid of all emotion, as if made of ice.

Apart from that, the Sword Hero noticed that among the bedrooms, except for those occupied by the steward and maidservants, there were no other beds at all.

He could foresee France’s D Plan, cutting off the coalition’s support; he could predict Britain’s generator plan, and preemptively bomb and sabotage Dunkirk.

“You’re the one who got taken by the master! Your whole family got taken by the master!” Pigsy roared at the white-haired pig, crying even harder.

“Studying martial arts? Interesting. What’s so interesting about it?” As he watched Qiu Ya depart, Lian Yun City fell into quiet thought.

Feng Lin always had a keen intuition; the man before him was definitely not simple, perhaps destined to be of great help in the future.

This inner pill was something only monsters who reached a certain pinnacle in cultivation could form. Liu Changsheng had never expected that when this unruly creature acted up, there would be such an inner pill inside its body. Shocked, he hurriedly chanted incantations to resist the red light and heart-capturing technique the pill unleashed.

“No, I never doubted Red Boy would betray me,” Qi Tianshou replied calmly.

“My methods are beyond your imagination. You are no longer able to fight; go and keep Wu Gang and Zhong Yong company,” Wang Hao laughed, flicking his hand. Without giving Ma Xingkong a chance to speak, he sent him flying to the Taiyin Star of the Celestial Court.

“President Liu, you know what I want is not an agency, but a strong partnership. I can guarantee we only require partial equity and will not interfere with your company’s development.”

Li Zhichen’s face remained calm as he slashed diagonally with his sword. In a flash, the third pawn suddenly bent backward, his face turning ashen. His right hand, gripping the sword, trembled violently, while his left wrist had already fallen to the ground.