Chapter 44: Are You Calling Me Vulgar?

Jing Li: "How can you be so useless? You don't even know how to seize an opportunity."
Xu Yu wasn't incapable of seizing an opportunity—she simply didn't dare, not with Shen Liangyan present.
She could attend the Wen family banquet, but was only there to eat, never to speak.
It was Wen Han who, unable to resist showing off, told her about the finalized betrothal gifts.
There was little she could do herself, so she left it to Jing Li.
After all, Jing Li...
If Li Tang were a little less attractive or her figure less impressive, he could have brought out the TV station’s roster and let her pick someone.
It was too hard to say out loud; the moment she asked, she immediately averted her gaze, sitting straight-backed and looking elsewhere.
She was still deeply worried about Zhao Yiheng’s condition—she had to keep watch at the hospital to feel at ease.
But he couldn’t praise Chen Mo in front of everyone right now; best to accept for the moment and compliment him later. He’d understand anyway, Ye Wentian thought.
The call was hung up again, but Liu Zhimin, who’d been hung up on, didn’t get angry. Instead, he let out a mocking laugh.
There were police officers at the entrance; when Su Lin got out of the car, he saw five or six officers—all familiar faces, good comrades who’d fought alongside him in the slum defense battle.
"I saw it! It must be there!" Chen Mo exclaimed with delight and instantly dashed over using the Bajiquan steps, stabbing down with his three-pointed double-edged blade. He couldn’t wait to see the formation broken; the sudden hope filled him with excitement.
As for Cheng Wanyao, she was equally surprised by Cui Runjie’s serious apology.
The five armies rotated, their formations shifting and adjusting, and at this moment, with Kong Xuan absent and the Grand Preceptor just departed, a stubborn boulder vanished quietly in the forests outside the camp.
In the middle was a massage bed—Li Mumu had modeled it after modern massage tables, with a hole at the headrest just large enough for the face, so that lying prone for a long time wouldn’t strain the neck.
Boom! A thunderclap exploded around Luo Yu’s body. Ten slender bolts of lightning instantly reached the Licker’s side, but under Luo Yu’s control, they didn’t shoot in straight lines but rather arced in a semi-encirclement toward their target.
Perhaps Su Yusheng’s eyes held too much allure; such a bewitching face, smiling gently and magnified before her, made her face flush despite herself.
Seeing Ashui wounded, the others attacked with even greater urgency. Ashui gripped the longsword embedded in his shoulder, gave a loud shout, and wrenched it free—blood sprayed forward over ten feet, splattering a disciple’s face. Startled, the disciple tried to retreat, but Ashui’s sword flashed again, striking him squarely in the chest.
Sometimes he truly could not understand why his imperial uncle, the emperor, was more attentive than his own father.
The first thing Ashui saw when he opened his eyes was Misty Rain—a face streaked with tears, but unable to hide its joy.
"This is the current state of our company. So, Uncle Zhao, what do you think our next step should be?" Bai Muqin explained the situation, including the advantages Li Shishi brought—especially in terms of information, which needed to be made clear.
With those three masters of the Heavenly Realm—or rather, three who were half a step into the Supreme Realm—Yuan Zheng would be much more confident facing the vast Qin Empire. If not entirely unruffled, he’d be close.
Gu Sheng, after landing a hit, was still unsatisfied. He snatched a cushion from the sofa, went over to Gu Hao, and started whacking him on the head with it.
Zhang Shaofei said nothing, for he sensed that many lives still moved within this vessel. Moreover, the energy fluctuations from these creatures were extraordinary. Zhang Shaofei was deeply curious—did the Victoras possess a method to enhance the quality of life?