Volume One, Chapter 29: Recalling That Night's Events

His kisses fell upon her thick and fast. Shu Xingruo’s body went rigid; it was Ji Yanli, drunk.

He was going to possess her again, just like last time.

Unlike before, she could no longer accept it with joy. Now, his actions filled her with utter disgust.

Shu Xingruo used every ounce of her strength to push him away, but Ji Yanli quickly pinned her hands down, leaving only her legs to struggle violently. The disparity in their strength was too great; she could not break free at all.

"Ji Yanli, let me go!" Shu Xingruo cried out.

Ji Yanli did not stop for a moment. Shu Xingruo could only scream at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help me!"

Her desperate, raspy cries finally startled Ji Yanli into awareness. He rolled away...

Despite being rammed repeatedly, Meng Que remained calm, neither counterattacking nor dodging, as if to say, "If you want to hit me, go ahead." At the same time, he drastically reduced his speed, driving extremely slowly. Once the car slowed down, Murong Qing, stuck behind him, was forced to slow down as well, and as the pace slackened, the force of the collisions was no longer as intense.

As he spoke, Lu Shaoting seemed to envision the scene of his opponent kneeling to beg for mercy, and the anger of being toyed with in his heart dissipated slightly.

However, it was not the holidays, and he had just received a call from his homeroom teacher, yet Ye Chen had no intention of going to school today.

For instance, the director of a film does not handle cinematography or write the script, yet when the film becomes a massive success, the person who receives the most praise is the director.

Since he had decided on his future path, Jin Yi was no longer a guest of the Ming residence, but a disciple of the Huwei Martial Officer. Naturally, as a disciple, he could no longer enjoy the treatment he had received as a guest.

They had left, but Zihan was far from idle; she intended to make good use of this identity as the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Suddenly, Xiao Yao’s voice came from beneath their feet, and they saw him fly up, grabbing Ye Chen and Shike by their collars, one in each hand.

But suddenly, his thoughts shifted, and he decided to make the trip himself; it was the last one anyway.

It was just that Xiao Yao was no longer an ordinary person; even Xu Feng would have been killed under such an attack.

With the waves of astonishment directed at Duan Ke, more people turned their focus to Ni Ao, who had suggested using weapons. From the initial discussions to the subsequent mockery and final verbal abuse, Ni Ao sensed that there would likely be quite a bit of trouble today.

If she dared to lie to me, I wouldn't need the antidote for the poison in my body; I would kill her on the spot and leave.

However, what surprised Jiang Yi was not the magic of the Wood Emperor Art, but that Fang Bailu would actually save him at such a moment.

Ever since I woke up, I have been living in a place where I am deceived and used. No one has ever asked me if I wanted this kind of life. They only told me that this was my fate and that it would not change because of my lack of cooperation.

"If our estimations are correct, Yang Guang should have already led the palace concubines and the Imperial Guard to set off for Hedong," Hong Xiu said, pointing her staff at the road ahead.

Li Ning had been summoned by Xiaoyaozi this time, so naturally, he did not have to adhere to many of the rules. He followed Yang Qingfeng directly into Xiaoyao Peak and stopped outside the main hall.

Shopkeeper Jin was also stunned, staring at Jiang Yi with wide eyes, gasping for air several times.

If not for some pressing matter, she would have forgotten that there was still such a Consort Dowager in the palace.

When Lance finished eating, drinking, and resting, and came to visit the patient full of energy, he found that the person who should have been lying in bed resting was curled up into a ball, trembling in the corner of the quilt.

The group looked at Luo Xi and then at the person who had spoken. They did not know that the person in front of them was the new master they had just been discussing.

"My sister’s waist is injured and she has no strength; she can’t drive. Could you take us to Shenyao Village, soldier brother?" Ye Shixian pulled Wang Feng to the Audi A7, opened the driver’s side door, and shoved him inside.

Liu Jun did not engage with Huang Yongjian and fled immediately. Huang Yongjian gave chase, but Liu Jun used a concealment technique, avoiding combat, and escaped in the blink of an eye.

Patrick clearly had a short memory for pain. Lorenzo’s face turned green; Patrick kept saying exactly what Lorenzo hated most, nearly driving him insane.

Apart from the first day when he ran to the bow of the ship to admire the spectacular sight of the fish-dragons spraying water, Zhao Qiankun rarely left his cabin. He spent his days lying on the bed, practicing the Bone Pulse Heaven Evolution technique in deep meditation. In the eyes of his cabin mate, he was simply a freak who knew only how to sleep.

As the system’s voice rang out in his mind, Chu Guan instantly gained a full forty thousand storage points.

Although it was a township hospital, Qian Wanshen was the director after all. His words were certainly more effective than those of Ye Shimei and Wang Feng. Moreover, he and Qin Qiuyan had been monitoring Xi Xi’s illness, so he understood her condition better than anyone.

Murong Zhe clutched his head and rammed it madly against the courtyard wall until he was bleeding, screaming in agony, but he still could not remember. He suddenly jumped out of the courtyard and vanished into the vast night.

"Achoo." Jing Di rubbed her nose and looked at the happily smiling Doudou nearby, only to realize that Doudou was drooling while staring at her fox tail.

Molo tried to reach out to check Alecto’s forehead in a fluster, but Alecto instinctively tilted her head away. Molo’s hand remained awkwardly in mid-air before he finally lowered it.

Therefore, if people made things difficult for Liu Qiang and asked him many things he didn't know, it was very possible that he truly wouldn't understand. That would be very troublesome.

Young Master Zhulong slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his cold, murderous gaze churning wildly in his eyes.

The imperial clan? Duan Guang looked back to see four members of the imperial clan appear at once. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar; it was over, everything was over. Yang Jun was not that powerful; the most influential force in the Jin Dynasty was the imperial clan. Yang Jun was only powerful on the surface, and the imperial clan hated him deeply. The appearance of these royals here meant that they were about to make a move against Yang Jun.

He hated himself for not seizing the chance to kill Ye Zihao earlier, as now, the one being killed was himself.