Volume 1: Main Text_Chapter 22: She and I Are Only Playing a Part; You Are the One I Truly Love

With Wang Ye’s victory secured, the final rankings for the Warlock Headquarters Tournament were essentially set.

He was painfully aware of that other version of himself—cold, sharp-tongued, quick to fly into a rage, often wearing a sour expression as if the whole world owed him a debt, sparing no one, and committing countless heartless acts. Even thinking about that side of himself made him feel disgusted.

"Notify the company to hold an emergency meeting immediately. Have everyone brainstorm a solution." The situation had already occurred, and it had to be resolved.

Moreover, they were close partners, and the two families had maintained an intimate relationship for many years.

He had only invited the Fairy of Heavenly Pivot, with whom he shared a deep bond, to witness his ascension tribulation, hoping it would help her prepare for her own in the future.

At this point, if he still failed to realize that Duan Shichen was deliberately sabotaging him, then his years in the business world had been a complete waste.

Furthermore, there was currently a matter at hand that was far more urgent for him than waiting for a kidney transplant.

Su Shen felt a twinge of regret; he had originally wanted to compete head-to-head with Powell right here during the preliminaries.

The mosquito slightly spread its wings, severing Lu Xuanji’s attack. It then let out a shrill cry, spitting a golden spear from its mouth. The surface of the spear was covered in rust, yet it radiated an ocean of killing intent.

The second level was closer to the water’s surface; although the bridge deck was wide, it was riddled with many gullies, making it extremely treacherous. Only the third level was perfectly flat and situated well above the water.

Boa’s head hung at an angle, eyes closed, and blood dripped from the hair covering half his face, pattering onto the ground.

Cecil had vaguely overheard from his conversation with Ophilina that a major war was brewing. It seemed Anne had received the same intelligence from Archmage Antonio.

He smiled happily at the thought of his fifty-million monthly income, though he knew his company had reached its limit.

Every night, someone would knock on the village doors, and whoever opened them rarely survived. Those villagers who ventured out at night met an even stranger fate; they would go out and never return, their bodies never to be found.

The rhythmic thumping from behind made Tianyou’s heart tremble incessantly. He prayed that whatever lay inside was not some even more terrifying entity.

Just imagine: if something even an Immortal Emperor coveted were to be revealed in a mausoleum, how many would go mad for it?

"Indeed, it is impossible to predict." Zhuge Liang shook his head and smiled, though his smile contained a hint of shock.

With his current strength, Wang Yu was fully capable of manifesting energy into physical form, but he lacked the control to command such a construct.

Gao Lei stood up, preparing to help hold Doudou back, when the intro to a song suddenly played on the screen. It was Tanya Chua’s "Pause." Doudou jumped up in excitement. "Mine, mine! Let me sing this one!" With that, she grabbed the microphone and ran to the front of the screen.

"Roar..." The black bear roared with bloodshot eyes, struggling violently to break free from Xiao Qingyang’s grip. It was futile; although Xiao Qingyang had not used any true essence, his physical body had already reached the Nascent Soul stage. The raw power of his physique alone was not something the bear could overcome.

"Sigh!" Daji sighed softly in her room, silently praying for the two of them to have a happy ending, which would put her own heart at ease.

Upon entering the room, Lu Xuan threw herself onto the bed. Though her constitution was quite good, she would rather ride a horse than endure the jolting of a carriage.

"Crown Princess, let me fetch your cloak. The wind is picking up," Suixin said, her eyes flashing as she turned to retrieve it.

Ala was stunned. Old Wei rarely spoke to her with such a helpless tone; it seemed he was truly disappointed in Gao Lei’s performance. For a moment, she felt chaotic and flustered, nodding distractedly before leaving.

Once the fans attended this concert, they would naturally suggest that Mu An hold a full tour. When the company then "followed the will of the people," Mu An would once again be hailed as an idol who cared for his fans.

Was that beating Xu Fei gave him last time not enough? He had nearly crippled his legs, after all.

"I will leave this matter to Young Master Mo," Su An-nuan said, gently patting Mo Lengyu’s shoulder.

After we finished speaking, we set traps in the vicinity. About thirty minutes later, four traps were in place. If all went well, they should be enough to deal with the group.

The black-robed elder nodded with satisfaction and moved behind Lu Ming to heal him. A dense white mist rose from the two of them, and Lu Ming’s wounds began to heal rapidly.

Her gaze was icy, and her attitude toward him remained unchanged, growing only more intense. Cen Kexin stared unblinkingly at Han Siyou, tears welling up and streaming down her face.

"Oh, Chunhua, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. You two, feel free to play here and just let me know if you need anything. I’m going to check on Liu San’s cow." Yang Yuan retrieved his veterinary tools from the inner room and headed down the mountain.

In recent years, Han Siyou’s business had grown globally. Murong Feng, his friend, often advised him: "You’ve made enough money; what matters is happiness."

A burst of heat emerged! Yilianlu felt it; she knew Chi Yan had spat out a fireball, but why was everything still pitch black before her eyes?

He watched the elegantly dressed candidates around him with cold, disdainful eyes, silently vowing that one day he, too, would live such a life, free from all worries about food or clothing.

In her memories, her aunt was beautiful, with long hair, a love for white dresses and singing, and shallow dimples on her cheeks. She loved to tease her and would always share her best treats.

Furthermore, there was the "Crown-Piercing" gang that had fled Jiangcheng, their gunfire echoing along the way. As the most anomalous existence in the Jiangcheng underworld, as long as the Crown-Piercing leader lived, even people like Cheng Tianyang would not easily dare to challenge the West Street.

Right, how could she have been so stupid? So naive? This man was a heartless devil; how could he possibly understand integrity?

Still, he couldn't stop worrying. Xiao Yan drove Gu Zhuoyang’s Bentley straight toward the national military base.

Regret? Li Shiyu curled his lips in disdain. The word "regret" did not exist in his dictionary.