Volume One, Chapter 36: Shen Nian’an, I Will Not Fall for You!

The next day, Shen Nian'an’s biological clock woke her at seven o'clock sharp.

After some effort to get dressed, Shen Nian'an looked at the empty bedside and let out a helpless sigh.

Before the sigh had even faded, there was a knock at the door.

"An'an, may I come in?"

It had been a full eight years since Charlie led nearly a thousand people deep underground the year they graduated from college.

However, to Mo Jianchen’s great surprise, the moment his feet touched the ground, strange black smoke rose from the earth, coiling around his ankles like pythons.

Without delicious food, what was the point of him staying here? He had visited those barren northern lands thousands of years ago; there was nothing special about them.

And to actually point the way for her—wasn’t that just setting her up to confirm the old man from Nanhua’s assessment of her?

The concealment talisman didn't make one invisible; rather, it was the type that caused others to automatically and spontaneously ignore you, even when you were standing right in front of them. Thus, Yan Xiangnuan left the place where Huang Hai lived with ease.

Later, he joined the Time Team, but his heart became lost amidst the constant adulation of others.

Seeing this, Sima Changkong turned deathly pale. He collapsed onto the stone steps, looking utterly devastated, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"For instance, where the roads are very wide, or at the highest point in the city, or on the streets where the ground collapse is most severe!" Xu Qingyun said.

Why? Was he not good enough to her? He had specifically assigned the ghost general Zhou Tiantian to stay by her side and ensure her safety.

"I’ve tried to persuade her several times, but it hasn’t had much effect. I think if you go, perhaps Sister Yun will listen to you," Qiao Tong said.

Just as he had expected, the ledger was densely packed with records of the various gifts Zhu Xiaotian had given Zhou Junbo over the years: houses, cars, cigarettes, alcohol, antiques, calligraphy, paintings, gold, silver, jewelry... it truly included everything.

Fan Ping'an smiled and gave his instructions. The Brain-Eating Crow accepted the command and flew off, while Fan Ping'an continued his cultivation, waiting for matters regarding the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce to unfold.

In any case, the Heaven-Tyrant Martial Emperor was dead. Fan Ping'an had naturally won this vanguard battle, but there were still some loose ends to tie up. He turned his gaze toward the last two Martial Emperors: the White Absolute Martial Emperor and the Myriad Trees Martial Emperor.

Crossing the playground to the third floor of the teaching building, Gu Song found the homeroom teacher, Mr. Zhang, in the classroom of Class 5, Grade 4, watching the students do their homework from the podium.

He began to suspect whether Deputy Mayor Zhou had some sort of grudge against the Dingxin Company. Otherwise, why would he be so enthusiastic? Could it really just be for the sake of his work?

Fan Ping'an sighed. There were naturally many reasons why the wise Fan Ping'an chose the Valley of Fallen Gods for the battle, but one key reason was that he could use Dragon Qi there.

Later, Xiao Jin learned from a leader named Xu that his father had been a police informant who had provided the police with much valuable information. The only reason his father had risked his life for the police was because of something he had once said at the dinner table.

He was certain of this, for when he retracted the Five-Colored Wheel, he could clearly feel a special primordial power added to it.

I felt uneasy. Having just woken up and been brought to this eerie, ghostly place without being told where we were going, I was truly terrified. But I couldn't very well turn back, so I had to bite the bullet and follow him.

As their hands clasped, Jiang Li felt an invisible spiritual force hovering around him, probing his cultivation.

The long whips brandished by the general’s four arms also transformed into lengths of one hundred thousand feet, frantically wrapping around the collar.

There are many things where people act one way in public and another in private. There is so much you don't know, just like with the many cases of corruption; before they are investigated, everyone is a "good person serving the people," but once something really happens, you see their true colors.