Chapter 45: What Is Freedom?

Song Yixiao knew the matter was not that simple, but since Yuan Xuepei had put it like that and Jiang Muting was still present, she found it hard to say anything further, only thinking of writing a letter as soon as she returned to quickly inform Jian Xubai of the affair.

The Song family in the south of the Yangtze River had sparse branches and leaves, with Song Yuan being an only child for three generations, leaving Song Ying naturally concerned about her son's lifelong happiness.

Therefore, ever since she first met Lin Man, she had maintained this superior attitude. Even when she was praising or thanking Lin Man, the words she spoke sounded almost like a provocation.

He only then snapped back to his senses and said hurriedly, "I asked the housekeeper to take it for washing. Wait a moment, I'll go check if it's dry yet."

While Song Yixiao hesitated, Lu Kou'er and Lu Chai'er had already finished drinking, using their handkerchiefs to gently dab the corners of their lips.

Yu Chang'en's voice was deep and resonant, carrying a clearly affirmative tone which indicated that he had already known about this matter for a long time.

There was only this single piece of footage, and the only certain thing was that the speakers were two Chinese people; nothing else could be determined.

"You finally called me. Don't hang up yet; let's find a place to have a good talk. Once we've talked, I will never come to bother you again," came Han Che's gentle and deep voice from the other end.

Suppressing anger in his heart, he walked with an aura reminiscent of dark clouds pressing down on a city, altogether looking like someone not to be trifled with.

Wu Song had already recognized those two as Zhang Qing and Sun Erniang. Hearing the crowd's words, he felt extremely conflicted in his heart. What should he do now? On one side were the people of his sister, and on the other were the people of Li Kui, with Lin Chong's connection also added into the mix at this moment.

The man with the gold chain clearly had no intention of stopping this time. Looking at Xia Haoyu, I suddenly felt a sourness rise in my nose, and tears streamed down instantly. When I raised my arm to wipe away the tears, Xia Haoyu had already finished two glasses. His Adam's apple bobbed twice gently, and his expression remained as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened at all.

Cinnabar's words this time were not spoken casually. Under this dual obstruction, although his spiritual power could not spread very far, he seemed to sense a massive body surrounding them and closing in.

There was no other reason, for looking as far as the eye could see, how could these utterly primitive mountains and ranges possibly exist in a technologically advanced modern era?

Beneath their masks, neither side could see the other's expression and could only judge each other's emotions through the tone of their voices.

The group chased for a while before Perin suddenly raised a hand to signal a stop. Then she spun around in place, squatted down to inspect meticulously, and subsequently turned right and walked away.

Having a servant come to relay a message like this—what on earth did that make of her? How exactly did Ouyang Yi position her in his heart?

The sky was overcast with continuous drizzle, and the weather within this desolate forest seemed as though it had never been good.

Suddenly, he turned his face to look at me. Our gazes met, and my tears could no longer be held back from falling.

Fortunately, within ten minutes of a player's death, their corpse and points would not be refreshed; otherwise, the original owner's points would have already been reset to zero by now.

The patrol team members who had been punished by Dimee and the others at noon were now waking up one after another, the white uniforms on their bodies long since turned completely black.

The other four were not idle either, aligning themselves in a straight line with the gunner, one of the eight pillars, and the mechanical evil dragon to evade the dragon's attacks.

"Brother Zhu, won't you stay? I'm scared." Although he was a man, so what? He and Zhu Shou now depended on each other for survival; if Zhu Shou were to leave, he would have nothing left. Therefore, call him selfish or call him hypocritical, he simply could not let Zhu Shou leave him.

As that faint sword intent enveloped downward and diffused into the gray mist in the forest, it was compressed continuously, hitting walls on all sides until it finally shrank to an area less than a few miles in radius.

Although in the auction house the price of the City-Founding Golden Seal was on par with materials like the [Eye of the Phoenix], in reality, the value of the City-Founding Golden Seal far exceeded that price.

At this moment, the only person who could act as an elder for both sides was Ruan Huan's elder brother, Nan Canyin. Even though Nan Canyin felt exceptionally depressed in his heart, he still had to endure his grief and take the seat of honor.

The taller one appeared to be around forty or fifty years old, with a steady demeanor and wearing rather old sacrificial robes, presenting the image of a trustworthy priest.

The crowd had not expected Yulin Yi to establish the crown prince on such an occasion, but since the imperial decree had already been issued, with the exception of the two princes from foreign nations who were exempt from kneeling, everyone else immediately dropped to their knees, and Feng Juechen received the decree and expressed his gratitude with a peerless and elegant smile.

In the end, he did successfully locate the presence of the other Apostles, but he inevitably provoked them as well.

While breaking into a sweet smile, he took off his outer robe and draped it over Ruan Huan's shoulders, gripping the garment tightly with both hands to pull her close to him. Their smooth foreheads gently touched, and each other's breath lingered between their noses.

If Jiang Lian insisted on staying behind at this time, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to continue remaining in their team.

After that person left, Huang Liming let out a cold snort. Huang Liming, you old bastard, exactly where are you? If I still can't find you, I'll have to take it out on your unfilial son.

In truth, regarding the mission to find Liu Yan'er, Yang Xun had wanted to take it on himself, but he genuinely had no time to execute it. He had exams tomorrow, and right after the exams finished, he would immediately have to set off to execute that bizarre secret mission for the Ministry of State Security.

Those with higher perception, like Old Bu, although advanced in age with fragile bones, had a perception much higher than yours. Thus, he felt nothing at all.

It was precisely because the Raging Wave Puppeteer Legion realized the importance of card creators that his mother, Xun Yu, was invited to join, leading to her meeting, knowing, and falling in love with his father, Li Luo. Rather than calling it a meeting arranged by fate, wouldn't it be more accurate to describe it as a mutual attraction born of complementary professions?