Volume 1, Chapter 41: Fu Yanzhou's Cruelty Toward His Wife

Lin Zhiwan sat at the dining chair, looking at the man across from her, taking in his haughty and condescending demeanor as she recalled the words he had just uttered.

She genuinely wanted to hurl the red wine in her glass straight into his face.

And she actually did it!

"Lin Zhiwan! Have you lost your mind?"

Fu Yanzhou picked up a napkin to wipe away the red wine stains on his face. The white shirt he was wearing was completely ruined beyond salvation.

Lin Zhiwan set her wine glass down.

"Do the two of you have any further questions?" Rong Hua picked up his teacup without drinking from it. The gesture of raising tea to see guests out was a clear indication that he expected them to leave.

"Yes, there is more, and we have a very long time ahead until we grow old and can no longer walk!" Lan Yue said with a smile, though tears spilled from her eyes.

The Mirror Realm explained. Zhang Kun nodded and projected a fairy sword, though he certainly lacked such capability.

The Yuan family, the Dong family, and even the Demon Slayer Association, coupled with the assistance of the original host's fox clan—well, the male lead's life in the previous world was practically flourishing beyond measure.

Young Master Qi furrowed his brow tightly, a flash of bloodthirsty intent crossing his eyes. Should he just secretly eliminate those two first? Though that would let them off far too easily, it would at least solve the problem once and for all.

Two weapons stood upright on opposite sides of the artifact-appraising stage; one radiated brilliant, dazzling light, while the other remained dark and silent. Judging purely by appearance, the brighter one naturally gained the upper hand, but magical treasures were never meant to be judged by their covers.

Bai Yiyi was already nursing a bellyful of grievances because he had stood her up at noon, and hearing him mock her with such words only fueled her anger further.

A chill ran through my heart as I hurriedly glanced down toward the abyss. Perhaps stirred by the roar just a moment ago, the black clouds began to churn violently, as if something was about to burst forth.

Could Rong Hua be driven to a dead end? Remembering the icy aura that always surrounded Jun Lin, Ruan Lin mentally placed a cross on that possibility. Setting aside the trump cards Rong Hua possessed that would ensure she never fell into a desperate plight, even if she did, it would only ever be temporary.

The general in white armor felt his heart sink. He suddenly understood Sun Ce's intention; perhaps this was precisely Guan Yu's way of expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Yes, I have some personal matters to attend to, so I'll be heading back first," Luo En said casually. He was hardly familiar with these people, and naturally, he had no intention of telling them the whole truth.

The affairs of the Heavenly Court temporarily came to a close. After instructing his disciples here for a few days, Yang Tian sealed off this realm, preparing for a distant journey to foreign lands.

Eh? Wasn't that Qiu Feng chasing right behind? Why was he relentlessly pursuing the masked man ahead? Besides, the masked man's physique looked quite familiar—he felt like someone I knew very well.

From this situation, I could tell they were collectively hoodwinking Ling, and everyone maintained this tacit understanding, which made it all the more incomprehensible to me.

Suddenly, the world turned a vast, blazing red. The firmament resembled a boundless ocean churning endlessly in the void, and several bloody true dragons roared as they broke out of the sea, shocking countless onlookers.

However, Jing Jian hadn't been wrong about one thing just now: the entire crew had been promoting the film all these days, and Jing Jian himself frequently appeared in front of the cameras. This wasn't just to ensure blockbuster ticket sales; according to underground rumors whispering wildly on Wall Street, Jing Jian's fundraising efforts had been going quite poorly, and he was now making a desperate, all-in gamble hoping the movie would turn his fortunes around.

Looking at these words, I knew that Sister Gu wasn't cutting me off forever, but rather waiting until I stepped back onto the stage before giving me another chance.

Seeing Zhu Yalan's expectant gaze and recalling the ambiguity in her recent words, Long Tian couldn't quite figure out how to respond and could only chuckle heartily.

Though I felt a twinge of guilt in my heart, the chief manager had clearly abandoned us to fend for ourselves in the ghost city of Fengdu earlier. Therefore, what we were doing now could hardly be called ungrateful; rather, it was returning a favor in kind.

As for the members of the Doomsday Guild, upon seeing the state their boss was in, they exchanged bewildered glances with one another. Try as they might, they simply couldn't fathom how their leader had ended up like this, nor could they understand the meaning behind the conversation between their leader and Long Tian.