Chapter 54: Black Rose: Gu Qianxi Side Story 3

Therefore, Gu Qianxi grew somewhat anxious, keeping a constant eye on her updates. Learning that she was going to host a livestream to promote her new drama, he rushed over and, imitating others, sent her virtual gifts, childishly hoping to catch her eye. Yet it seemed to have the opposite effect, causing her to avoid him even more. Consequently, under the pretext of a business collaboration, Gu Qianxi once again took Xiandu away from Su Jinnian. ...It was indeed he who had crossed the line first. But he did not regret it. Besides, he understood Jiang Qingluo well; she would never be willing to see him again. Given her temperament, she would rather not lay eyes on him for the rest of her life.

"Heh, you've been eavesdropping outside the door for so long, don't you think asking that now is quite redundant?" Yang Ming said without even raising his head.

"Ha, Brother Liu, what kind of talk is that? I just happen to know a few more friends than most." Seeing Liu Hua, Yang Ming was quite delighted. Earlier when they were dining in the room, Liu Hua had actually spoken up on his behalf, a kindness he would not forget.

"Heh, Mr. Yang, let us play the simplest game of dice. Ten rounds in total, with a minimum bet of one hundred million US dollars per round, and either party can increase the stakes at any time. I wonder if you have the guts?" The man who stepped forward smiled with absolute confidence, sizing Yang Ming up as well.

"What, is there a problem?" Even Xiao Zhuang asked him this, which inevitably stirred a trace of curiosity in Mu Zi—what on earth was this secret realm?

Ever since entering the room, he had sensed that the atmosphere inside was somewhat peculiar, and after the observations he had just made, that suspicion only grew stronger.

Before long, the eighth prince approached Zhou Anzhi to make small talk with her, and Zhou Anzhi's expression softened quite a bit. There was also a rather ill-tempered man standing further ahead, yet Yu Yixuan showed no intention of stepping forward to comfort him. Regarding the matters between them, the eighth prince could not help but sigh.

It was much like someone who could theoretically live a safe and sound life until the age of seventy, but insisted on courting death by jumping off a building or swallowing poison at fifteen. Theoretically, you had the lifespan, but if you grew tired of living and went looking for death, what could anyone else possibly do about it?

"Thud." The door slammed heavily shut, cutting off the rest of Gu Zhanpeng's words right in his throat.

Ruying let go of Jueling's hand, and instantly Jueling felt the gentle, smooth comfort vanish, leaving behind a subtle, lingering reluctance.

Qin Jue immediately turned to look at Vielle, whose innate talent manifested instantly—supernatural strength, endowed with the power of the gods.

Among these people, there were only five hundred Tang people, while the Wa people—the indigenous inhabitants—numbered a full two thousand five hundred.

By now, the balance in his bank card had reached a seven-figure sum. And these were merely the fruits of his labor during his leisure time.

The results were not yet out, but the envoys from various sects were already at swords' points, the air thick with tension, ready to break out into a brawl at any second.

"Master!" Zuo Chenxuan stumbled forward, frantically clawing at the dirt on the ground. Xuanming had used the Soul-Devouring Lamp without authorization and had been sucked into the lamp as well.

After all, if her personal life were truly this chaotic, it would set a terribly negative example for those students.

With the plan settled, Su Changse directly used drugs to reduce the four of them to a state of dementia, making them obey his commands implicitly.

Chen Wei was capable of summoning twenty blood generals; relying on his own strength, doubling that figure would be an absolute breeze.

Gu Zhen lunged forward, slamming himself onto Li Shizhen, and without another word, began raining punches on his face and stomach.

Jiang Mengxi's fingers brushed inadvertently across Gu Zhen's lips, and then she drifted lightly across the street like a dancing butterfly.

Leng Zixuan's posture had been professionally trained; every movement of his was like a painting. Even though he was in a great hurry, not a single flaw could be found in him. Yet this man, seemingly so perfect he ought not to exist, now betrayed a trace of tension.

On many occasions and under many circumstances, in pursuit of long-term goals and to secure a more proactive stance, one might choose to make a temporary retreat.