Volume 1, Chapter 47: Did Ji Yu know she was taking contraceptive pills?

"Moshu will take you back later."

Holding her in his arms, Ji Yu tied her sash with one hand, knotted it into a pretty bow, and then lowered his gaze to look at her.

In a daze, Yun Xi caught a trace of gentleness in his eyes.

Shaking off that ridiculous thought from her mind, she slid down from his lap and replied submissively.

For two years, although Qin Ting always acted as if nothing was wrong when she was with him, whether there was truly something amiss was evident at a single glance. Otherwise, given Qin Ting's temperament, how could she have gone two whole years without returning to see him?

"Senior Brother, why do you suppose the Master sent the likes of us to this God-forsaken place? Look at it—not a bird shits, not a chicken lays an egg. Isn't this a blatant attempt to make us suffer?" a somewhat complaining voice drawled lazily.

Ever since then, fueled by people's fear of superpower users, societal discrimination against them had never ceased.

"Right? Absolutely!" The two chatted happily, seemingly empathizing completely with the agony of taking human form.

Four simple words, bearing no stone-cutter's name and no signature, as if some passerby had casually scribbled them on a whim as a prank—so casual it twisted one's heart into a knot.

"How much farther is it from here to Central Prefecture's Heart City?" Jiang Dong asked, his heart brimming with excitement at the thought of a splendid world waiting for him ahead. He truly considered himself tragic; it was bad enough to arrive in the Underworld without a guide, only to be dumped in the desolate borders of the Nine Provinces.

Having achieved a sudden flash of enlightenment, although Zhang Huaming still did not know what the power of destruction truly was, nor even understood its fundamental nature, he was already capable of transforming the power of death into the power of destruction.

Following this match, Yi Yang was named the Western Conference Player of the Week. In a Western Conference crowded with superstars, Yi Yang earning such an honor also signified that his status within the league was steadily rising.

On the court, Nowitzki's performance rendered the Heat completely helpless. The German could score from every corner of the basketball court; short of fouling him, there seemed to be no better way to stop him.

Yet, of course, any problem that could be solved with money had never truly been a problem. Just pay up—was it possible that he would ever lack money?

Hou Liang recounted the ins and outs of the matter to Director He. It was certain that the incident had happened last night, though the exact time of the blonde man's death remained unknown. Fingerprints might still be recoverable from the car's trunk, which was why Hou Liang had instructed Yun Dan not to touch anything.

An endless, violent gale raged furiously. Lin Tian felt an irresistible force slam heavily against him, his complexion instantly turning deathly pale as a large mouthful of blood violently spewed from his lips.

"The dragon blood power Zian has acquired is purer than Qingyao's. Do not waste it yet; practice diligently. Qingyao, stop running off to play," Shui Luanzi commanded.

It was just like casting a standard Eagle Eye technique, capable only of clearly tracking the movements of individuals no higher than two tiers above oneself.

A man cast a cold glance at Lin Tian, his eyes filled with indifference, as if he were looking at a dead man, and snapped impatiently.

"Oh, look over there—stir-frying, deep-frying, braising, all in giant iron cauldrons. Have you ever seen that in the city?" He Yingli pointed at the busy scene unfolding across the open ground.

Without mentioning money, Hou Liang simply nodded in agreement and told Zhang Baoliang that he was available to meet after eight o'clock in the evening.

"The cost of a dozen tables of banquet food isn't much of a burden for the Daqing Group. But your consideration is thorough; inviting all those attending guests back one by one is indeed no easy task," Qi Mingyuan said.

Behind Him lay the staircase leading to the second floor, and upon the landing hung the oil portrait of Dolores herself.