Volume 1, Chapter 34: Who Are You Calling a Traitor?

Shi Chenghua was overjoyed upon hearing this; he had not expected Lu Yunduan to possess such a multitude of elite soldiers and valiant generals under his command. He had not backed the wrong horse; his initial choice had indeed been a wise decision. Leading his grand army, Shi Chenghua arrived at the front lines to rendezvous with Zhao Yun.

Teng Chuan nodded and said, "Rest assured, the three-month deadline will arrive shortly, and Mu Ze will be safe." Having said this, he closed his eyes once more.

On the table lay a sheepskin rug, topped with a large sheet of xuan paper, where Heichenzi was splashing ink to paint. Everyone present was bewildered by his actions, thinking to themselves, "Brother, there are over a dozen guns pointed at you, and you dare to turn your back on them? Isn't that just courting death?" At that moment, bullets began to spray erratically from outside the gate, forcing everyone in the room to scramble and hide in a state of disarray.

Only upon reaching the realm of a Grandmaster does one realize that a martial artist’s constant training is merely an effort to slow the depletion of their primal essence, guiding their body back from its acquired state toward an innate, primordial one.

At the villa in the suburbs of Jizhou, Fang Ziqian looked at Rick, who had arrived uninvited, with a sense of irritation. Initially, he had sought Rick out only because his secrets had been exposed by the man, forcing him to negotiate with a tiger. But now, seeing that the man did not know when to restrain himself, murderous intent had already taken root in Fang Ziqian's heart.

In truth, during those years, Ji Rou had never felt that Fu Jingsi's feelings for her had changed at all. He had always been that cold and icy person, and she had grown accustomed to his indifferent gaze.

Before her stood a youth, handsome beyond compare, looking at her with a peculiar expression, his entire being exuding the aura of someone accustomed to command.

Huo Jidu met her gaze with complete composure, offered a slanted, cold smirk, and then followed the police away.

"Dad, is everything you said the truth? It sounds a bit strange to me." I felt that some points didn't add up; the reason my father gave should have belonged to the past, but something about it just didn't feel right.

Even though the young man spoke with a smile, it was clear that he was implying they had long known about Tian Lang’s pursuit of Zhu Xiuyu, yet they were unwilling to expose it, choosing instead to exchange unspoken signals with Tian Lang.

"You are this King's consort; is it not normal for me to come and see you?" Lan Qisheng curled his lips slightly, a smile so enchanting that Gu Yun'an was left momentarily stunned.

Liang Qingqing pondered for a moment, ultimately unwilling to make things difficult for Liang Yiyi, so she spoke up obediently. However, there was a clear trace of unhappiness in her voice, and her lips were pursed, which made Liang Yiyi’s heart ache.

It must be said that Tang Xinlin’s method of using self-deprecation to gain traffic was far more effective than mere clout-chasing, and she had successfully cultivated an appealing contrast between her "ice queen" exterior and her innocent, naive inner self.

Even an ordinary person could see that these men were bloodthirsty demons; who would dare to approach them?

She walked to the door, half-guessing what was happening, and pushed it open. To her surprise, a man was standing outside. Her subconscious reaction was to close the door, but Lan Qisheng blocked it before she could.

She turned on the light, got out of bed, and walked to the living room to pour herself a glass of water. She drank it in large gulps; the icy water hit her stomach, making even her gut tremble.

As Lin Xintong sat in her car waiting, another police car suddenly pulled up and parked beside hers, looking very much like it intended to surround her.

Yes, yes, exactly that—especially those eyes, sharp as daggers, striking directly at his face.

"Dashu, are you coming or not? If you don't, we’re leaving you behind," Lin Jinghao said, pulling the door open.

Take Ye Mo's Valley Farm, for instance; it held no inherent brand value. Of its 2,900 acres, 500 were vineyards, and the rest was nothing but wasteland. Wasteland is worthless, especially in the mountains; to put it bluntly, even if you gave it away, people wouldn't even want it.