Chapter 45: No Sales Today, Just Cuteness

Ah-Wei was slurping river snail rice noodles at the noodle shop downstairs.

Suddenly, someone took the seat opposite him.

Thinking it was just another customer coming for noodles, he paid no mind. Halfway through his meal, he noticed the person's gaze fixed entirely on him.

Right.

"However, I cannot take that step just yet; I must wait until I have mastered the Six Divine Swords," Yang Yi pondered inwardly.

"We possess endless treasures, as well as limitless sacred medicines for cultivation, many of which were brought from other stellar regions—they are the heritage of our race, and we are willing to offer them all!" That exotic creature said to Yang Ting once again.

"What? What did you say? Those thousand-cut scoundrels have been caught? And the money has been recovered as well?" Xiang Fuyun said with a look of utter disbelief.

Fu Yang paused the hotel check-in procedures he was handling, a smile on his face as he even raised an eyebrow.

As for Xiao Qi himself, he clenched his teeth desperately, staring fixedly at a certain spot behind the distant army, and took a deep, heavy breath.

Of course, once the military became involved, matters would become endlessly troublesome. Therefore, until the very last moment, that was something absolute never to be touched.

At this moment, Lee Seung-gi exchanged a glance with Park So-yeon, and without caring whether she understood or not, quietly retreated first.

Cheng Yu, Old Feng, and the others slipped away the instant they finished eating and drinking, leaving behind only Ding Zhan's thoroughly exasperated expression.

He was not very clear about the concepts of the entertainment circle or the music industry; he simply felt that a concert was the product of popularity reaching a certain level. In places like South Korea, holding a concert was the ultimate proof of both popularity and strength, though he overlooked a crucial prerequisite that made it much easier to hold concerts there than in South Korea—population size.

In the darkness inside the car, Park Cho-rong's bright eyes, like stars in the night sky, shimmered with a glazed brilliance. It seemed that facing him now, she had begun to shed her former shyness and timidity, able to look him straight in the eye and boldly express her feelings.

Ling Long sang with a look of utter intoxication, even working the stage. Holding the microphone in her right hand, she raised her left hand and gestured in the empty air, imitating the singers on television.

However, upon sensing the disdain and contempt hidden within those watchful gazes, Wen Qingcheng remained so composed that she didn't even furrow her brow.

Free-trade zones would not be affected by any warfare; on the contrary, because free zones were demilitarized, they actually attracted more people and greater business traffic during times of war. Because it was relatively safe compared to the outside world, it could provide a sufficiently stable environment for business development.

Now, the remaining people were all lying low in silence while recuperating from the injuries sustained in the previous battle.

When that time came, if all the factions confronted the Chu family together, it would truly be troublesome. Yet relying solely on her and Chu Yunlan right now, they still could not kill him.

Although the man's voice was still hoarse, his breathing was robust, and his complexion looked much better than when she had last seen him.

With a creak, the door opened once more. Nan Li raised his head just in time to see Gu Nian stepping into the backlight, and his previously aching heart suddenly felt a little less painful.

The lobster was cooked to absolute perfection, tender and juicy, paired with the aroma of garlic, leaving Ling Long looking utterly intoxicated as she ate.

Mao'er rushed over directly, removed the Ancestor of the Pei Family's storage ring, and presented it to Yu'er like offering a prized treasure.

Ling Long was resting her chin on her hand, watching him. At that moment, he looked back at her as well, their gazes meeting in the air.

"Come out, stop hiding and sneaking around," Long Sheng said coldly, hands in his pockets, staring at the entrance of the alley before him.

Looking at a scene like this, I felt rather helpless. After all, today's events were just like this—if you didn't sort through everything from the beginning, it was impossible to make any sense of it at all. That was truly the most aggravating and speechless part of it all.