Resisting everyone who tries to draw near to the heart.

With a sharp click, the cigarette was lit. Feng Jinyan turned, leaning against the wall as he took a drag. "If it weren’t for your interference, who in the Feng family would dare oppose me?"

"You!" Huo Siqing’s voice tightened with anger. "How dare you speak to me like that? I am your mother! Now that you’ve taken the position of CEO, you think you’ve grown wings? Don’t forget, if you slip up, the Feng family’s inheritance can be given to someone else at any time."

Feng Jinyan raised his hand, putting out the unfinished cigarette.

Seeing the driver flee, those present seemed unwilling to linger. The burly man who had just struck the driver barked orders in a deep voice, then kicked Xiang Gangtian sharply in the waist from behind.

Could it be? Reflecting on the long time we’d been together, yet he had never truly broken me. There always seemed to be some inexplicable interruption, and suddenly, a wave of dizziness swept over me.

Reading those warm-hearted words, Chen Xiaoran smiled softly, slipping his phone back into his pocket. Then he left the villa, his mind whirring as he walked.

With the last of the Eastern warriors fallen, aside from those guests who had already fled, only two remained inside.

"Lie down, so I can truly appreciate the beauty of my treasure… alright?" Chen Xiaoran’s voice lengthened, his gaze filled with tenderness.

These stone statues varied in shape—some were generals clutching weapons with snarling faces, others were malevolent ghosts gnawing on corpses, and still others bore the likenesses of various monsters whose names escaped me.

"So, when are you planning to leave?" Yun Shichen restored his usual calm expression and asked.

At this moment, the three stood with striking synchronicity. Their cultivation levels rivaled that of Qiu Wudi, forcing them to tread carefully.

Grandfather asked about my plans. I intend to first find Ling Jing; with her help, investigating Tong Lie will be much easier.

It was clear—this time Bai Muxue was truly angry. Her tone was far more intense than usual.

The man’s lips left hers and moved to her ear, blowing a playful breath.

Mo Linshang was furious beyond measure. Otherwise, given his character and manners, he would never have cursed.

Moreover, he now had new equipment of his own. Even facing Chen Qi, he did not believe he would lose.

But when she averted her gaze, she caught sight of a jade belt fastened at his waist.

Wang Xudong took the driver's license with surprise. Upon inspection, it was indeed his license—and he had held it for quite some time.

"My mistake was overestimating my trust in you!" Lu Shiyu said, his eyes flickering with disappointment.

He was no ninja, and his fighting style differed greatly from theirs. If Naruto still fought him as if he were a ninja, even under the protagonist’s halo, he would surely be defeated easily.

Yang Haohu reminded him over the phone, puzzled as well. He had no idea what had happened at the base for the notice to be so sudden.

Back when he played the game Luo Ying, he and his fellow guild members had spent no small amount of time farming the Thunder Dragon and Black Dragon dungeons.

Just then, Daoist Huang Zongxian seized the opportunity, pulling the mysterious great soul out from within the Meiren army’s body.

Ye Lingxi’s previously conceived Chinese handicraft factory had long been established. The artisans from Yiyuan had adapted to modern life, becoming master craftsmen at the factory, overseeing production quality and teaching exceptional handcrafting techniques to the locals.

Bai Qian opened the box with one hand, gazing happily at the quietly resting amethyst inside.

"If I gave you a chance to live, would you be willing to leave the Black Kill?" My heart softened—completely softened. I am not a killing machine; I am a young man of flesh and blood. Confronted with two who so boldly pursued their own desires, I simply could not bring myself to strike.