Chapter 45: Fang Wenxuan's Plea to Lin Hui

Cheng Fei looked at Fang Wenxuan, then at Lin Hui, his eyes filled with disbelief.
“No way… You two… Haven’t you always been at odds?” He Xiaopeng stared at Fang Wenxuan and Lin Hui in shock.
Fang Wenxuan found himself at a loss for words before the group, so he looked to Lin Hui, hoping to see what Lin Hui would do. Lin Hui, however, simply gave him an inscrutable smile.
It seemed he would have to explain himself.
“It’s not what you think… Xiaopeng, you know what you found out—we went to a gay bar, so we had to pretend for the time being…” Fang Wenxuan trailed off, his gaze settling on Cheng Fei, trusting Cheng Fei would understand.
According to Night’s plan, after giving Xia Jinxi a proper wash and changing her into clean clothes, Night carried her to the old Zen master’s chamber, waiting for Old Lady Song’s visit the next day.
“Get lost!” Yal Shih narrowed his eyes and shook off Qian Yan’s hand, looking utterly annoyed.
She opened her mouth, wanting to ask why he was speaking to her like that all of a sudden, but ultimately said nothing and simply feigned sleep, lying motionless.
After Qiu Lan whispered the entire plan into Guan Yi’s ear, although Guan Yi was pleased, he was even more worried—Qiu Lan’s continued presence here was far too dangerous for her. He could not rest easy.
At that moment, Qin Yue stepped steadily into the barbecue shop, and an unexpected thought flashed through Chen Mingjing’s mind: the aura Qin Yue exuded now was nothing like a doctor’s. It was cold and fierce—like the most ruthless outlaw, cornered and forced to unleash everything.

Meanwhile, just as he had foreseen, after the Imperial Road slaves were suddenly attacked, chaos inexplicably erupted throughout the land.
She felt certain that Night Jinglan’s sudden invitation to talk was not simply to praise her teaching methods.
Yet Li Jin actually killed his only son—it was no different from destroying the one thing he had cherished for decades.
With a final thunderous clash, the warriors of the Blade Domain, resolute in the face of death, felt no fear. Their war blades shattered, their blood not yet drained, they each chose to self-destruct.
His heart pounding in terror, he gritted his teeth and swung his fist with all his might.
Xiao Zhan was never much of a negotiator nor a great leader; from the very start, it had always been Long Luoshui managing things for him.
“Let’s go back! We’ll slaughter those barbarian invaders who attacked the Palace of Taiji!” one squad leader urged.
In her panic, Xuan Ziling suddenly pulled up her sleeve and slashed her own wrist, letting drops of blood flow into Gao Yang’s mouth.
“You… you want them all?” The clerk thought he’d misheard, for buying gold at Dawn Base was as good as burning money.
He shook his head—what came next had nothing to do with him. He was already considering leaving the hospital, unwilling to stay any longer.
“The Beggar Sect?” Gongsun Qian, unfamiliar with the martial world, knew little of the Beggar Sect’s affairs.

Park Suchin was utterly stunned—if even the family could not help Park Jinsung, what hope did she have in her own situation?
Now, as Di Yuesheng watched his junior sister’s tearful silhouette, he restrained the urge to run to her and pull her back.
This year’s tournament proved a simple truth: the strength of everyone’s second-string teams… was not all that different.
Li Hao wanted to laugh—the lotus he’d meant to embroider had ended up as a chrysanthemum, the handiwork so poor it was laughable. But, mindful of Turandot’s feelings, he held it in as long as he could, until finally he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Still, even so, Xiang Qing had to admit that Mo Zixuan was a man whose charm was impossible to refuse, no matter the circumstances.
The quota Zhang Shengguo referred to was the various raw materials—crude steel, specialty steels, alloy materials—sold domestically to the base area.
Although we had six vehicles, fate was unkind. The one Lin Xuan drove crashed into a truck tire and was now nearly totaled, completely undrivable.