Chapter 56: Merely a Habit

Then Lin Lu and Su Yi stood at the entrance, waiting for Xu Yancheng to fetch the car.

Su Yi spoke, half-casually, “Men aren’t won over just by looking at them. If you want Xu Yancheng to be utterly devoted to you, you’ll have to use your head a bit more.”

Lin Lu found Su Yi’s lecturing tone quite irritating. “If you know so much, how come you broke up?”

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In this situation, Qi Xiaokun truly didn’t know how to respond. His mind was a complete blank, his thoughts utterly stalled.

By now, nearly all the major factions had arrived. Long Yan’er was there too, seated beside Qing Rou. Yet, no one from Snow Sword Sect had come, nor had Long Luo. These two—one representing the faction Long Qingqing belonged to, the other her close kin—if neither Long Luo nor anyone from Snow Sword Sect showed up today, the gathering could hardly be called complete.

Yes, I felt a strange sense of familiarity, but, “No, we’ve never met. I remember everyone I’ve ever met.” As I slipped out of his embrace, I was surprised to feel a twinge of reluctance.

Imagine—a grown man, spending every day at the hospital just to chat with Ma Yan for a few minutes, then leaving without accomplishing anything, only to return to his hotel for the night. What kind of life is that? He’s bound to suffocate from frustration.

Meanwhile, Lü Xuan was sprawled over the tea table in an unsightly manner, his whole face pressed against the surface, arms limp on the floor, palms upward—three bank cards in his left hand, and a three-centimeter strip of yellow paper in his right.

Controlling the temperature of the flames, adjusting to the requirements of various materials—all of this demanded manipulation through spiritual energy, a true test of one’s mastery. In this, Wen Xin had nothing to worry about.

This is far too much trouble! Having to run back and forth just to get some sleep—what’s a lazy person to do?

When Long Yuntian caught sight of the Nine-Treasure Exquisite, his heart skipped a beat. He’d only ever heard of this legendary artifact, never laid eyes on it. It was said to be Long Zhiru’s most powerful treasure, rarely wielded. Who would have thought she’d present it to Qing Rou now? Qing Rou understood at once—Long Zhiru meant to bridge the gap between them. She had no choice but to accept the gift.

A single glance was all it took; what he hadn’t noticed before now became clear. The plainly dressed elder immediately recognized Wen Xin.

“Everyone scatter and go your own way. When it’s time, meet up in the capital!” Yun Wanhua said, circling halfway around before heading deeper inside.

The happiness in Wan Ningzhu’s eyes was impossible to hide. She said not a word, only smiled softly, but her delight was plain for all to see.

Sweet potatoes are different—crisp and sugary, the longer they’re stored, the sweeter they become. Whether eaten raw, steamed, baked, or fried, who would choose the bland, unsweet variety when the delicious, crunchy red sweet potatoes cost the same? Naturally, everyone would choose the sweeter, crispier ones.

Yao Beibei hurried over, helping Bai Ziming to sit down and rest before Fan Tuan and the others. She pulled out a large pile of jade bottles from her storage pouch and stacked them before Bai Ziming.

Who would have thought Chang Lin was also with the mobile unit, deftly tying up large numbers of Soviet troops? They tried to extricate themselves from the quagmire, but the Soviet high command knew full well—even if they withdrew from Afghanistan, Chang Lin would never abandon his campaign against them.

Once Zhou Hu finished speaking, he hung up. Li Tianyu listened to the busy tone on the other end, slowly set down his phone, and sneered: Since you’ve offended my cousin and me, you’re as good as dead. I’ll break your limbs myself and make sure you die in agony.

The village chiefs below were truly stunned—astonished by the wealthy patron’s extravagance, and even more in awe of the learned gentleman’s integrity.

“Three thousand years of dull existence isn’t worth a single century of excitement as a human. If it were me, I’d rather be a mortal,” Ziyan said longingly.