Chapter 59: Marry My Younger Brother

"I don't understand," Fang Qingyu shook her head.

Shi Ran had not expected to receive such a reply.

"Zuo Yelin's achievements are obvious to all; he is brilliant, but also unsociable."

Shi Ran recalled and nodded in agreement.

The young master was indeed like that—cold, aloof, and overbearing.

...

The other bodyguard had not yet reacted; he only felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a crisp "crack," and a sharp pain shot through his body. Having spent years fighting on battlefields, he knew at least two of his ribs were broken. If this young man had wanted his life, he figured he would already have been sent packing to the afterlife.

Five treasure hunters ranked in the world's top ten, four veteran bounty hunters, and two others who looked more like scholars than people who walked the line between life and death.

These few days happened to be her fertile window; it should work, Jin Zhu thought somewhat foolishly. Such an opportunity would rarely present itself again in the future, and if she could fulfill her wish this time, she would have no other desires left.

"That is where my youth lies, my memories, the most wonderful period of my life, and things worth protecting with my life. There, my heart can find peace and a sense of belonging; there, I feel I have a home!" Li Lei said softly.

The long spear in Huali's hand instantly slipped from his grip, tracing a beautiful arc in the sky before crashing to the ground. Meanwhile, Jin Yun's rotten wooden stick was already pointing diagonally at Huali's throat.

When narrow paths meet, the courageous win. Duels between masters also rely on momentum; neither of them gave up even half a point of imposing presence during their exchanges.

Lunch was chosen at Qianjin Sichuan Restaurant. When Song Ziyang walked out with Huang Shan, he inevitably attracted the gazes of countless people.

Of course, all of this was built on the premise that the Japanese knew about this news. It could not be ruled out that they were completely oblivious, and their appearance on the plain was due to some other mission.

Circling around S Middle School in a wide arc, estimating that about ten minutes had passed, Changfa drove leisurely toward the main gate of S Middle School.

"Zhou Fang, don't act recklessly! Commander Qian gave orders that you must take your cues from me here!" Zheng Zhi roared again.

There was not a shred of falsehood in the old man's words; they had indeed surpassed his own family now. As he spoke, the old man picked up the bottle, preparing to pour Chen Shu another drink, and Chen Shu hurriedly reached out to take the bottle.

"I often look at the selling prices of our people here. Although your sales volume isn't large, you frequently sell items at a markup. What are your thoughts on this?" Chen Shu asked.

"Could this be connected to the recent resurgence of the Twilight Cult? Does that mean right now, in the Source of Magic, the Shadow Lord is wreaking havoc across the Northern Marches?" Fan rubbed the stubble on his chin and made a cautious guess.

Yin Lengche's expression instantly darkened. Why did her face carry a smile when she uttered the name Yan Wu? Who was Yan Wu?

Yet, there was no doubt that all these fruits belonged to the same variety. Even stranger was that these fruits seemed to possess a hint of bizarre magic.

After looking over the blueprints, Chen Shu felt the design was genuinely good. It didn't seem like a rash, hastily made decision just to get their hands on Chen Shu's funds, but rather a carefully considered proposal. It was highly likely the school had been mulling this over for a long time, only lacking the starting capital.

Five moves! In a mere five moves, the young man hadn't even drawn his sword; with just one move per person, he simply used sword qi to knock them down from the air.

"I didn't know she liked lilies. I just felt that she was like a lily—pure and noble."

All sorts of remarks spread wildly among the onlookers of martial artists, and a trace of murderous intent already began to emerge in the eyes of many.

Suddenly, Nangong Ling arrived at the press conference venue, escorted by the board of directors at all levels. Dressed in a pure silver, hand-tailored suit encrusted with diamonds, he was dazzling and eye-catching. His obsidian-like, profound eyes constantly exuded an air of mystery, and his entire aura was akin to that of a president on an inspection tour. No one dared to ask why he was late; they simply kept quietly taking pictures.