Volume 1, Chapter 58: Slapping the Invitation Right Across the Face

Facing reporters asking whether Lu Ning was truly that internet broadcaster, Lu Liu felt somewhat dazed for a moment.
Over the past few days, he had been drinking heavily, trying to numb himself with alcohol.
If not for this event, he probably would not have recovered yet.
He had heard that the broadcaster [Sweet Lemon] would also be attending this event.
Lu Liu wanted to see with his own eyes who that broadcaster really was—whether it was indeed Lu Ning!
Qin Xiang spoke up first: "Reporter friends, actually, we have our doubts about this as well. After all, that broadcaster has never shown her face, so we cannot be certain."
"However, there are rumors that the broadcaster's voice is identical to that of the eldest daughter of the Lu family. Is that true?..."

Aunt Yun suddenly curled up her body while speaking, collapsing onto the ground with a pale face, her words weak and devoid of strength.
Yet suddenly, a sharp smack rang out. It was the sound of a slap. The target was Dog Lord, and that dog-like face instantly swelled up.
She had originally intended to abandon Locke, but the Undead Legion closely pursuing from behind made Sylvanas feel troubled.
Meanwhile, Meng Hui stopped working as well, watching alongside Yun Xiao as Handsome examined Yun Tingting's body.
"Find somewhere to rest for a bit." Jiang Ming knew her leg had not fully healed yet, and constantly tagging along like this offered no benefits at all.
Butterfly and Zhao Yun looked up. Although that person was quite far away, their figure and walking gait allowed Butterfly to recognize them instantly.
"Handsome." Seeing Handsome, who had rescued her from Dr. Hai, Meng Hui wore a look of pleasant surprise. Catching sight of the hollow needle still piercing his chest, a pang of ache struck Meng Hui's heart. She reached out directly, pulled the hollow needle out, tossed it straight into that pool of blood, and pressed her hand against Handsome's chest.
Thus, Xia Luori was truly enraged. Lu and Zhang knew there was no peaceful way out of this predicament, yet a sliver of wishful thinking still lingered in their hearts.
He knew Cheng Lingzhi was going to attend the trial today. He had expected her to be dejected, but judging by the looks of it now, her mood seemed rather good.

Bai Hanyan suddenly recalled that whenever she used to visit in the past, it was always a nocturnal intrusion; Wang Jin's main chamber was never lit, and at that time the midnight moon hung right in the center of the firmament, exceptionally bright.
Following the adjutant's shouts, and to the utter astonishment of Cai Qingtian, the spacious trunks of all the Rolls-Royces flew open in an instant, and then one after another, men in white shirts leaped straight out from within.
She was, of course, also aware that this matter was connected to Ye Xiao's food, but just how significant that connection was, she had no way of knowing.
Although this idea seemed somewhat startling, he himself was capable of bringing abilities out of the game, so these people might not be impossible to bring along either.
This wolf-like ferocious beast could not help roaring in pain repeatedly, its hateful and resentful eyes locked fiercely onto the father and son who had attacked it.
An Xia struggled for a moment, but ultimately gave up. She had heard her maternal grandfather describe the Qin family's style of conduct and did not care for it much; the Qin family was extremely domineering, adept at suppression and scheming, and she disliked such a household. Besides, she felt that Qin Ye must have been involved as well.
The reason she was unwilling to give up was because she could sense a pure and massive surge of energy lying behind this iron gate.
'Sprained my ankle!' Jirisha Sasha replied, enduring the pain in her ankle and the scorching heat of the surrounding flames.
Now he finally understood the reason for Guan Xi's relaxed demeanor. Are you kidding me? If he possessed strength like Guan Xi's, he would definitely be even more leisurely than him.
"Grass Sprite fellow Daoist smells the best; every time I encounter them, I feel like drooling," Yao Yao said.
Jiang Shu's breathing grew rapid. She looked up at him in terror from his embrace, as though catching sight of a boding, clawing demon hidden beneath that refined and otherworldly facade.
Later on, her maternal grandfather passed away from illness and recommended him to his cousin Deng Mao. Deng Mao was immensely astonished that a four-year-old child in the clan could recognize so many characters, so he brought out other classics from his home to teach him. By the time he reached the age of six, elders like Deng Mao and Deng Hong were no longer capable of teaching him anything.
It was not until Jiang's father hanged himself that Dan Qinglin shouldered immense pressure to take over their debts and settled the workers at Jiang Sheng's raw material plant who were threatening to jump from the building; otherwise, they would have been eaten alive by their creditors.
As it turned out, Yan Xiyue had already lost consciousness. When she fell, her head struck the corner of the table, causing some blood to flow.
Even though Cao Rui managed to squeeze a considerable number of troops out of the aristocratic families through various means, they were ultimately not seasoned elite soldiers. Wanting to forge them into an effective fighting force was clearly impossible.
However, spiritual flames born naturally from heaven and earth were extremely rare treasures in their own right. Countless high-powered immortal cultivators spent their entire lives in bitter pursuit without ever necessarily finding one.
This practically proved that both she and He Dazhong were absolutely innocent. His "mission" should end here, leaving the rest to the two criminal investigation captains.
The Flame of Life, on the other hand, was different. It possessed powerful healing effects for hidden injuries and the like, and was even capable of regenerating severed limbs.

Qin Shijin had just come over from a banquet and was not very hungry, so he merely tasted a small amount out of politeness and stopped eating.
Ling Chen was extremely reluctant to put on makeup, but with no other choice, she had no option but to lie down on the sofa.
The entrance to the underground labyrinth was located in a storage room on the first floor, a space normally used for piling up miscellaneous items.
Ruyi made several twists and turns before sneaking into the backyard of a household, vaulting over the wall, and opening the door from the inside. She welcomed a puzzled Ruotang into the courtyard, cast a vigilant glance around to ensure there were no tails behind them, and then swiftly shut and secured the door once more.
Jiang Liyun had been driven entirely frantic by the money and, unable to care about so much anymore, anxiously and hastily agreed.
"President Wei, if this vote is truly the result of your careful deliberation, then we have no objections. But your casting of this vote right now makes us feel like this is a child's game," Qiu Yushan said.
Just because he was delayed outside for a little while, how on earth did Fenghua manage to stir up so much trouble?
"Try your best not to chat with Fenghua." Looking at poor Yan Xi, who was still gazing eagerly at Fenghua, Feng Shangqing remained gentle.
"It's their business if they love putting on airs, as long as it doesn't involve us." Let them put on whatever airs they pleased.
"Imperial physician! Imperial physician! Will Her Highness be alright?" Mother Lin crawled forward on her knees, grabbing Physician Zhong's hand as she asked.
At that moment, led by Zhao Youhou—a battered and bruised netherworld official of the mortal realm—Yan Shang finally arrived at this nether-region of heaven and earth, the ultimate destination of all living things in the world.
Gabriel, who had been lazily yawning and watching Han Lingesha meditate and cultivate, suddenly twitched her ears, then sprang up abruptly from the bed and retreated to the side with a vigilant expression.
Meng Que had already felt that this box was extremely valuable and could never have been crafted by an ordinary artisan. Now, upon seeing a round seal mark on the inner layer, he abruptly realized that this was actually a relic from an old friend.
The sword blade slashed down, stopping three inches above Chen Yang's brow. Two slender fingers came together tightly, clamping onto the chilling blade.