Volume One, Chapter 48: No More, Only Less

Su Tong thought for a moment, then looked at Zheng Yuyan and asked earnestly, “Do you still have the original design blueprints?”

During the music recording, they met Luo Zijian. To their surprise, this well-known heir of Shuangye was extremely approachable, without the slightest trace of arrogance. After a pleasant conversation, Luo Zijian discovered that both of them were no strangers to gaming, and he gladly extended an invitation.

Qiong Xiao, standing nearby, was somewhat displeased, but due to Yun Xiao’s warning, he dared not say much and could only nod helplessly in agreement.

He was terrified of angering the Vampire King; they were no match for him at all. If he were displeased, he could easily wipe them out.

Meanwhile, the street below remained crowded. As dusk approached, the lights lining the street gradually flickered on, yet the flow of people showed no sign of thinning.

Chen Bufan agreed wholeheartedly, his mind already speculating on the reason why the Sacred Land of the Firmament had sealed away the corpse of the God of Time.

The system broadcast the server-wide announcement three times in a row. The players, resigned to their fate, had no choice but to put aside what they were doing and log out of the game one after another.

Then, since both of them liked each other, they met up in real life and naturally got together.

That was why so many people came to watch the excitement. As ordinary people’s lives improved, they enjoyed sharing a bit of gossip over tea, especially the secrets of wealthy families, which were especially popular and never failed to delight.

Standing by, Gu Dai was dumbfounded by Tao Yaoyao’s ferocious display, unable to fathom what his master saw in her.

A hearty, robust laughter rang out, and the siblings’ eyes lit up as they looked over. A middle-aged man, dressed in a light gray Daoist robe and exuding an immortal air, was walking toward them, followed by Zhong Jiayi, his face full of admiration.

Suddenly, the great door stirred, and Chen Tiansheng saw a long-haired man stride in, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Chen Tiansheng didn’t quite understand why Brother Wang had arranged for these people to be inside. This van was clearly connected to Brother Wang, and now he was secretly placing people here—what could be the reason? Was Brother Wang a fool?

Little did she know that at this moment, Chu Tianshu had already arrived in Linjiang and was having an intimate conversation with Huayu in a business suite at the Mingliu Grand Hotel.

It was like an ordinary family hosting guests: the host had prepared everything, but the guests claimed they didn’t know when they could come. Most families would find this rudeness intolerable, let alone two nations. In fact, it was a sign of the guests’ dissatisfaction.

Where was Cowpea now? He was utterly lost in the woods. He remembered that when he entered, the forest hadn’t seemed especially vast or wide, yet somehow, he simply couldn’t find his way out.

The establishment of personal guard units had always been a custom among the great lords, mainly to ensure rapid mobilization in emergencies and to protect their safety. These forces usually ranged from ten to twenty thousand men. For example, Cao Cao commanded thirty thousand, Liu Bei had five thousand, and Sun Quan maintained a personal force of twenty thousand.

Headbutting and groin kicks—such underhanded moves were beneath Lei Yu on any normal day, but at a critical moment where his life hung in the balance, any strategy that brought victory was the best one. The corners of Lei Yu’s mouth curled into a slight grin.

For now, she chose to trust her. Shu Ning nodded, glanced at the sky—it was nearly noon, about time to return.

Chen Yueying was secretly relieved, but Madam Chen’s legs trembled. She knew the Marquess’s temperament—did this mean he had no intention of acknowledging Chen Yueying at all?

The old lady nodded and accepted, asking the old man to pick some tomatoes and peppers from the greenhouse and pack them up. Zhuang Xiangyang’s expression was complicated. His grandmother was cold on the outside but warm at heart; if you treated her well, she always remembered it. It was exactly as it had been in his dreams.