Chapter 35: The Most Beautiful Scenery

Chi Yu felt a tightness in her chest; she hadn't expected Shen Yanzhi’s intuition to be so sharp.

Just one simple question from her, and he had already sensed that something was amiss.

However, Chi Yu didn't panic. Her mind raced as she played dumb. "Huh? Am I paying that much attention to her? I hadn't even noticed until you mentioned it."

"Your friends have brought up matters related to her several times, I keep seeing her short videos on TikTok, and you’ve even run into her by chance twice..."

The members of the Fast Mercenary Group all unleashed long-range skills, attacking Chu Jingyao. What surprised me, however, was that the swordsmen of the Fast Mercenary Group all possessed sword aura skills. Though, I had plenty of those myself.

Zheng Fei did not think as far ahead as Zheng Jinshan. Bound by the pressure from Zheng Jinshan, he apologized to Pei Donglai, yes, but that did not mean he feared him in his heart as he had before he knew the truth. On the contrary, he still harbored a sense of contempt for Pei Donglai.

While others were on break, Zhou Bai began preparing for his role. Even though his current part didn't have much screen time, he still didn't want to stumble.

Cold sweat trickled down Bai Yu's cheek; he could no longer afford to be careless. The rabbit-bee hadn't died from having its golden needles pierced, but after firing them, it would be unable to shoot anything for about fifteen minutes, which gave Bai Yu time to catch his breath.

The Garrison Commander ordered his subordinates to seize these weapons and gather the defeated soldiers together to keep a close watch on them. He then took his lieutenants and headed to the rear to see Zhou Bao.

"Brother, why would you think of having me act in a movie? You know I’m studying to be a director," Zhang Jing asked suspiciously.

"The way that person appeared just now was so strange. He burst out from within the stone wall. Is it possible that the appearance of these spatial carvings can be controlled at will?" Bi Yao walked up to the mountain wall and looked at the dim spatial carvings, her heart filled with worry.

"This really is damn strange!" After a long while, Li Tianchou slammed his lecture notes shut and muttered to himself as he walked to the balcony. He had long since grown accustomed to the strange abilities that occasionally surfaced within his body.

Standing quietly before the mirror, Bai Yu examined his attire. A pink strapless long dress with a perfect pleated design, accented with pearls and diamonds—"dazzling" was not too strong a word to describe it.

Most students at school were like this; seeing the dirt being dug up on Lin Ye, many couldn't resist taking a hard kick at him themselves.

If the previous two nights had held a hint of tender care, last night had been a tempestuous storm that left her without the courage to even straighten her back.

It turned out that Huang Zishan’s father’s generation had all left the sect to attend to business, and those in seclusion were all elder generations who cared nothing for worldly affairs.

Upon making contact with Xiao Mo’s hand, Ming Sheng suddenly smiled like a child—giggling, looking foolishly happy.

But the process took a long time. Ye Weilan and Liang Xiao played chess while they waited, while the old eunuch Wang stared fixedly at the process of Xu Ruojin brewing wine.

Xiahou Guaiguai’s mind was filled with the thought, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have ended up like this." It echoed and re-echoed, telling him a truth he was unwilling to believe.

Zhenzhu took the comb from Daimao's hand and began to comb Yining's hair as she usually did. As she combed, tears began to stream down her face, and finally, she suddenly hugged Yining and sobbed uncontrollably.

After waiting for the better part of the day without anyone appearing, Green Ivy could wait no longer. She no longer counted on the First Madam to send for a doctor. After giving Green Silk instructions to take good care of the young mistress, she headed toward the door. Just then, Gu Qingwan, who had been lying on the bed in a coma, emitted a faint, almost imperceptible sound.

Situ Moran merely swept a cold gaze over them. With a wave of his hand, a golden light erupted, and the old man who had been pointing his finger at Situ Moran was forced to withdraw it to avoid the force of the strike.

Lin Qingyue walked over. The person opposite him was wearing his shirt and casual trousers. Her face was quite pretty, with a spirited, heroic air between her brows.