Volume One, Chapter 74: A Divorce After One Year Is Best for Everyone

Old Mrs. Huo stood up and pointed her cane at them. “Marriage is a serious matter—do you think you can marry whoever you please?”

“I don’t believe a word you say. We’ve raced down the mountain in the dead of night and I’ve never seen you so exhausted. Now you claim you’re tired? Impossible. You must be hiding something from me,” Chu Shuyue said firmly, fixing her gaze on her.

Li Hao thought that this was only his second official match; how could he have any tactical analysis? He could only play it by ear. Just then, he recalled Zhang Yu’s style of play and instinctively began to climb the stairs, making his way to the corridor.

The simplest way to confirm if everyone was matched in the same game instance was to check whether the first system-announced death was the same for all. As soon as Tian Fei saw the name “Night Duke” in the announcement, he immediately knew he was matched with Ning Pei.

It was true that the Plumed Serpent God’s solar authority had been enhanced, but this was not solely due to progress in the new pantheon. To a large extent, it was because the Origin Realm under Yuan Qingwei’s command was continuously supplying power to this game world.

If anyone ever suspected Yuan Qingwei, he could simply produce the Three-Treasure Jade Scepter and sever much of the connection between the Pure Yang Ruler and himself.

For the Seven Disasters, whether it was the guilds under the other fifteen professional teams or those striving to reach the pro league, everyone was a competitor.

Helpless, she could only buy an instant meal from the vending machine and sit in the cafeteria to eat.

He Meijing was completely powerless against his relentless pursuit and simply let him be. Besides, the children were grown now; she couldn’t really divorce him—even though, in fact, they were never actually married. Never mind, best not to dwell on it.

If memory served, the last turn was just ahead—her final chance to overturn the race. Su Yiqiu saw Wu Cang’s car begin to tilt.

The housewarming banquet ended amid laughter and conversation. In the end, Bai Cunqing and Rong Yue had to lean against the wall for support as they walked back.

Even if she didn’t use the Ghost Hunter’s tool herself, selling it to someone else was still an excellent decision.

Xiao Nanlin was dressed in a mage’s outfit she found familiar—similar to what he wore at the convention, yet with noticeable differences.

The Hundred Ghosts Festival was the grandest event for the Underworld as it changed over to the Great Inferno. To welcome its arrival, virtually every company and organization in the Underworld gave their employees time off in advance. Along both banks of the Meng River, all manner of ghosts from the Underworld gathered to watch.

The ceiling was low and the lighting dim; the corners of the walls were streaked with large patches of damp. This was the top floor—if it rained, the furniture would surely suffer. Qi Chenghao looked around, his heart sinking. How could anyone live in such a place?

In the hollow eye sockets of Skeleton Ghost Li Si, two flames shrank violently, a chilling sensation shooting from his back to his skull. In front of him, Skeleton Ghost Li San suddenly leapt up, seized him by the shoulders, and screamed hysterically.

As soon as she got in the car, Pei Tongtong pressed Qi Chenghao beneath her. He struggled at first, but whether because her strength was too great or for some other reason, he soon gave up, letting her have her way.

No matter how strong or skilled you are, without teammates, you’ll always fight alone—and in the end, you’ll be defeated.

As for whether Su Fei was holding back, Odin couldn’t believe anyone he could crush with a flick of his wrist could possibly hide something from him.

Just then, a sudden gunshot rang out, startling Tony Stark on the sofa so much that he dove to the floor, spilling rich golden liquor everywhere.

“All right, the Emperor’s will is not for us to guess. Let’s begin. Forge this treasure into the boy’s body,” the prince commanded.

Help for emergencies, not for poverty; support the just, not the family. The old captain had brought his son all this way for treatment—of course, they would help however they could.

“Fine. Tomorrow I’ll have Dad take the day off,” Gu Yu patted her back, holding her close. His warm, broad hand soothed her tangled emotions.

“Tomorrow we’ll go to the town hospital,” Gu Yu said, not looking particularly happy. Instead, he kept his brows knitted, twisting a lock of her soft hair between his fingers, holding her for a long time before gently laying her on the bed.

The waitstaff, flustered, hurried to gather people and together managed to lift Lu Siyu into the car.

Huo Lin looked at Gu Lian’s stunningly beautiful face and felt as if a feather brushed lightly through his heart—an unbearable itch.

After investing one and a half million, Yuan Ni was left with only a few thousand Hong Kong dollars—not nearly enough to make a difference.

Master Li, the doctors at the medical hall, and I will all make time to train you.

Why is the path to stardom so difficult? Clearly, he was the winner, so why did Pianpian enter with Ning Zhiyuan and not him? Xu Hao couldn’t make sense of it.

He fixed his gaze on Liu Dawei, who himself was awash in a mixture of emotions.

In her previous life, Qiao Man never managed to climb onto Mo Yancheng’s bed. Instead, she and Ye Sheng conspired together, using her to bring Mo Yancheng to a tragic end.

Zhu Xu realized that Ruan’s intention was to burn the Great Yu Imperial City to the ground—better to perish with honor than live in disgrace. Though they served different masters, the thought of the tens of thousands of commoners in the capital filled his eyes with involuntary pity, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

No matter the occasion, such people always appear—waiting for you to make a fool of yourself. Once you achieve something, they look at you with envy and jealousy.

The next morning, Zhou Bingran, rising early, saw many disciples from the Eight Extremes Sect and the Gate of Rebirth waiting downstairs at the hotel. The bus arranged by Lin Guangming was already parked outside, ready to take everyone on their way.

All important matters were relayed through Huang Ming to the owner of Stormcloud Tower. Few within the tower had ever seen the master in person.

She hadn’t committed some terrible crime—why, then, did he interfere so much after she became pregnant?

Zhou Bingran and Liu Zhuo casually grabbed a waiter to ask which private room Pan Long was in, only to learn that Pan Long had booked out the entire restaurant and was currently entertaining guests in the top-floor Imperial Suite.