115 Take Him Alive (Please subscribe and vote for this novel.)

Returning home, Chen Anquan cleaned and disinfected his wounds, only to be astonished to discover that his metacarpal bone was actually fractured.

Steel limbs, it seemed, still had their shortcomings.

After snatching half an hour of sleep, Chen Anquan opened his door once more.

"Anquan, Anquan, you're finally awake! Why are you up so late today?" his second uncle asked, looking at him with concern as he passed by.

After taking the traditional Chinese medicine Chen had given him, the second uncle’s graying hair had returned to the appearance of a twenty-year-old.

Although they had reunited yesterday, it was only now that they had a moment alone; the longing suppressed through days of separation surged forth.

She seemed to have no ulterior motives, yet she stood so close to him that everywhere she touched him felt as searing as dripping lava.

With problems arising time and again, this corpse was, for all intents and purposes, beyond burial.

"I said you're wasted in this position, and I mean it. Let's go to your office to talk," Xu Jiajun said, cutting him off.

Although Duan Mingrui was a man, he lacked survival skills; bringing him along would only serve as a distraction.

At this moment, he should be by her side, offering encouragement and support, and facing the hardships with her—this was what a normal man ought to do.

Lin Yi looked at Jian Zhizhen, his gaze deepening slightly. He clutched the hand on which the password was written and nodded gently.

Ou Yihan took off her coat, revealing a pure white crew-neck sweatshirt, and slumped into a dining chair, burying her head in her meal without a word.

Upon hearing that it was a murder, the group remained incredibly relaxed and indifferent; to them, killing was the simplest thing in the world. How wonderful it was to make money in a big city.

I did not know whose connections the old man had pulled, but since I was often out and about, it was normal for him not to recognize me, and I couldn't afford to dwell on it.

"That cousin of yours is truly too willful and spoiled. She wants to use your connections to break into the entertainment industry, yet she treats you this way? If I didn't know better, I'd think she was a princess from some royal family," Sister Lily complained.

Then, she grabbed his arm and, using all her strength, hurled his body toward the precipice.

"Perhaps this grandmother of mine can sense me, too." Ansheng was not sure if Wen Xue could see her, but judging by her reaction, it seemed she could sense her presence.

"Hangzhou..." Jiang Wan knew that what she wanted was something Lu Zhihang could not give, yet in all her two lifetimes combined, she had never been held so preciously on the tip of someone's tongue, their love laid bare. She took Lu Zhihang's hand and placed it over her heart, her brows arched and her eyes filled with smiles.

When the three jade slips were recovered from the storage rings of the Azure Dragon and his companions, the pressure surrounding Vermilion Bird could not help but leak out. It was not the late-stage Integration realm she had previously displayed, but the aura of a half-step Mahayana practitioner.

Jiang Liu described the history of the Zhenyuan Society with a smile on his face, his eyes fixed on Lin Meng throughout. Though he did not speak the words, the invitation was clear.

A lightning pattern appeared in the center of the chair, and the entire seat began to flicker with blue electrical arcs.

"What?" Du Haina had just let out a sigh of relief upon hearing he wasn't angry and was thinking of saying something more to hint at her intentions, when she heard his words.

Yu Sheng handed the upgraded seeds to them, arranged the subsequent planting plan, and then departed.

He had his own selfish motives; he did not want Jiang Wan to leave him, and he would not allow her to even entertain the thought. Moreover, this could be considered compensation for the Jiang family, who had been single-mindedly assisting him in ascending the throne ever since Lu Zhiye was stripped of his status as crown prince.

Behind him, a wolf with matted yellow fur stumbled and scrambled as it followed him out.

Having said this, Jasmine frowned as she gazed at the distant mountain range on the opposite shore, covered in dense green trees, and Longjing followed her gaze toward it.

The man did not say a word; he pressed his lips into a thin line, turned on his heel, and walked away, leaving behind nothing but a chill in the air.