Chapter 122: Queuing Up

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The sinister and dazzling smile on Li Qianjue’s face vanished completely, bloodshot fury swirling in his eyes, and an aura of ghostly menace surrounding him.
“Miss Chu, are you humiliating me?”
His voice was sickly sweet, yet laced with a bone-chilling coldness.
“Oh dear, you’re mistaken,” Chu Yuyue replied, spreading her hands with an innocent expression. “I’m merely stating the facts. If Young Master Li truly wants to wait in line, let him wait behind, but the few in front...”
Her gaze swept meaningfully over those whose expressions varied.
“If it’s a no, then it’s a no.” With that, I hugged it and ran off, leaving the villain to chase after me.
If they got lost and their ferocity within their souls erupted, then with eleven great star-ranked kings clashing wildly, it would be nearly impossible for the three of us to leave safely.
At present, they were on the outskirts of the Lingxiu Mountains near Linqiu County, some distance from the town itself. But if these beasts were not driven back into the mountains and instead entered Linqiu County, countless casualties would be inevitable.
Thus, Wei Hanshan and Meng Qingyuan stepped forward, flanking Wei Hanchuan on either side and escorting him aside.
He could never reveal this secret, and would even go to great lengths to conceal it. Truthfully, this was also for Tang Huan’s sake.
Though she lacked breathtaking beauty, she was still as delicate and lovely as a flower—how could she be mistaken for a murderer?
Everything blurred before her eyes as shadows of people passed by. Someone whispered in her ear, but she could no longer make out the words. She felt exhausted, so very exhausted, longing only to drift into sleep.
I knew he had been watching me all along, and I knew he was fully aware of my every move. He raised his wine glass, a faint, elusive smile playing on his lips.
Xuanyuan Jin dashed toward the rockery, the chill night breeze unable to quell the raging fire of anger burning in his heart.
As a result, Friday’s classes left Xiao Wan somewhat restless and irritable. When the afternoon session finally ended, she slung her bag over her shoulder and hurried out of the school.

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He deliberately kept a low profile, as if nothing mattered to him and nothing caught his eye.
“You’re being followed,” she replied calmly, without a hint of accusation or blame. Bai Xiu was just an ordinary maid, her vigilance far different from those of us who had undergone rigorous training.
Upon hearing this, Monitor Two snorted coldly. “Just watch! If the great god’s hand isn’t a flush, I’ll livestream myself eating the keyboard!” Monitor Two was brimming with confidence, his faith in Di Jiuyin multiplied a hundredfold.
The disparity between these people from the Divine Realm and the others was simply too great; they could only clear out the lesser minions.
Just like Fei Mo back in the day, who seemed invulnerable but was undone by Yun Yiyi’s appearance, which exploited his fatal weakness.
As Yun Jinyao realized there was still some time left and planned to observe this world, an overwhelming aura erupted from the direction she had just come, breaking through layers until even Huang Hong felt immense pressure, as if touching a completely new realm.
Yun Lu’s eyes grew cold, and as she took the coffee cup, her hand subtly lifted, deliberately spilling the entire cup onto Gao Wanjing’s hand.
That call of “Tang Yu” was different—somewhat unconscious—but it wasn’t the name of a casual acquaintance. It was the name of the man she had once deeply loved.
“My father’s hair has turned so white.” When she left, his hair had been black, but now his temples were streaked with gray. A bitter wave surged in her heart—during those exiled days, her parents must have endured great hardships.
In Mo Zhanhua’s dark eyes flickered a trace of pain, and his grip on the reins tightened unconsciously.
“You can’t go. Your husband is dead. Those are just vengeful spirits disguised as him!” I urged hastily.
The two wore white rings on their bodies, which would turn red when targeted by missiles.
“I’m already in my forties. Most of my friends have children, many over ten years old.”
Yet this man, who “provided food and lodging,” remained so calm, leaving Yao Yao utterly baffled.
Forget it! After all, the scoundrel was still her beloved husband. If he continued to be frightened like this, he might even develop heart problems! Maybe I should comfort him and suggest he rest in the lounge?
“Actually, I have selfish motives...” She wasn’t as selfless and noble as they imagined.

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Water dripped from her entire body, swollen and bloated, dressed in a burial gown.
His heart burned with fury; if he hadn’t arrived in time today, the fireworks might have already fallen into the hands of those people.
After all, Elder Wu was close to Ji Xiu, and since the other party knew about this, it proved their words were true.
Fortunately, Ma Chao still retained some reason and wasn’t foolish enough to trouble Xiao Xun at such a time.
The next morning, when Li Haolong woke, Fang Fei was no longer in bed. Li Haolong got dressed and came out to find breakfast already prepared on the table. Smiling, he called out several times to Fang Fei but received no answer. Then, by the table, he suddenly spotted a note tucked beneath a bowl.
Da Wuhui was slightly stunned, walking around to stand behind Lei Zheng and examining his back carefully. Le Yunyan also approached, curious. At that moment, the faint glow on Lei Zheng’s back formed a strange pattern, vaguely resembling a winged warrior.
Disappointment, pain, loneliness—many emotions surged within him. If this was the truth, Li Ruan would rather choose not to believe it. She preferred to be an orphan than to be one abandoned.
After speaking, Da Wuhui acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to walk step by step across the stone steps, each step grounded firmly.
Though Ma Zhong enjoyed joining in the fun, his mood was sour now, and he just wanted to drink, so he didn’t ask too many questions.
“Chen Fei, you’re about to leave this Far East land, yet you come here to bid farewell to this old man?” Chen Feng looked neither old nor weary, still quite youthful, but calling himself an old man carried a hint of exhaustion, as if truly aged beyond his years.
The bridge bustled with cars and honking horns; no one would hear what Lin Feng and the others were saying.
“Warm-up is over. Now I’ll show you the full extent of my power.” At this moment, Lin Qian’s eyes seemed to flicker with two black flames.
Feeling the surrounding temperature and glancing at Jiang Baixuan and Liang Dujuan’s sweaty faces, Gu Hao shook his head, abandoning the idea of hunting a fire sand beast. After all, these two were still within his domain; without it, the heat would be unbearable for them.
Because none of the martial wills obstructed him, his speed fully erupted, heading straight toward the central hall without detouring.