Chapter 74: Selling the Card!

"I prefer sportswear."

Lu Shanshan shot Song Long a glare.

Zhang Yuemei was clearly displeased—after all, this was the golden bachelor she had just selected!

"Shanshan, you girl, is that any way to speak to Young Master Song?"

"You just heard Huang Kai on the phone—he said..."

Meanwhile, Li Erlong gazed dreamily after Wang Xuelan's departing figure, swallowing hard. Though Wang Xuelan still wore her most plain, mud-stained work clothes, in Li Erlong's eyes she was always the most beautiful, always the one who made his heart race.

Sun Buqi had to wait for news from Second Leopard, so he could only remain in Spring City. For his younger brother Sun Buhui and Qin Mengyao, it was their first visit; if they didn’t see the Baotu Spring and Black Tiger Spring, it would have been a wasted trip.

Yet after the battle at Mount Shu, the Soul-Burning Sword had been in Chen Fan’s control for some time and had witnessed his power. As a result, the sword no longer regarded its former master, Hua Qiangu, as worthy.

Still, in another man’s hands, at this point—Zhao Cuixia had already taken the initiative, even flirting with him so boldly. Given that his own body was already reacting, any other man would have long since pounced like a hungry wolf.

"Ruyan has not harmed anyone. She only sends them into dreams. None have died; they are merely asleep," said Granny Ma.

After all, since the Xiong clan produced an Emperor, the Jiang family's royal honors would be hard to preserve in the future. Even if they prospered, it would come with great drawbacks.

Instructor Chen sneered, pointing ahead. Following his finger, one could see many trainees forced to do push-ups under the blazing sun, drenched in sweat.

"A funeral procession?" At those words, my brows knitted in surprise, but I said nothing more.

"This method can only be used as a last resort. For now, the situation is unclear. We’ll wait and observe for a while before deciding." In the end, Xuan Cheng made the decision.

As we spoke, several graceful figures hurried inside—perhaps it’s more accurate to say they ran in.

He had been certain he would die this time, and never expected the afterlife to be so breathtaking. Strangely, he even felt a bit relieved; if this was hell, then perhaps it wasn’t so unbearable after all.

Wang Xianzhi’s words carried a hint of displeasure, yet he still turned and poured two cups of hot tea, handing one to Bu Yuan. Bu Yuan, overwhelmed by the favor, held the cup with trembling hands, not daring to drink until Wang Xianzhi had finished his own.

"Awroo!" Kelly yelped in pain but was helpless to move—Kayla was simply far stronger, leaving him no room to resist.

Lin Xueyao’s barrage of questions left him speechless. When it came to matters of the heart, he was a blank slate. No one had ever dared speak to him in such a tone, and now, with Lin Xueyao confronting him, he had to admit his patience—behind the mask—had grown considerably.

The hall was utterly silent; the drop of a pin would have echoed.

He Liu hun kicked him hard, sending him rolling far away. "Get lost. There are better things than Cold Food Powder in this world. I refuse to make or sell poison."

Edison walked a short distance to the designated spot and pulled away a strip of cloth. In that instant, as the seemingly ragged strips fell away, many could only stare in stunned disbelief.

I saw Xue Ye's body, motionless but with a subtle tremor. His chest rose and fell slightly, as if he had just taken a sudden breath. I widened my eyes in concentration, waiting. Time seemed to stop, the air between us frozen, and across the mirror, we faced each other in silent confrontation.