Chapter 106: Who Are You, Handsome Stranger?

Ye Cheng had not yet woken up, and his father, Zhang Jimin, had gone out again to raise funds. Only Elder Peng was there to hold things together, leaving Zhang Wenyue in a somewhat difficult position.

Seeing the young lady in front of him struggling, Liu Xinghe finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Ah, I’m terribly sorry. This gentleman beside me must be one of the elders of the Martial Sect of Jiangcheng, right?"

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At the Hanhai Tower, Tang Zhong found himself oddly disoriented during his second visit here, as if worlds had shifted.

The atmosphere now was completely different from when he treated her illness—filled with a tender intimacy that made Yang Yan blush deeply, while Qin Yan was so nervous he barely dared to breathe.

Zhang Hao noticed this and immediately showed a look of understanding, crossing his arms calmly as he observed the defiant young man before him. He was certain the young man was fully aware of the situation unfolding.

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind them, startling the two who were immersed in their tender moment.

At this time, Han Shengqi was still detained in the police station. He knew the school wouldn’t abandon him, so he wasn’t overly worried. Instead, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to honing his skills alongside Anton Eaton.

"Never seen anyone bargain over hospital fees. Think it’s too much?" Qin Yan shot him a fierce glare.

Qin Yan not only had a photographic memory but also possessed a remarkable talent for languages and a keen insight into economic management. Though he lacked advanced degrees, this did not hinder his exceptional vision and abilities.

This custom has persisted to the present day, so upon arriving in Italy, one must experience the local spa treatments. Some foreign tourists even come solely to indulge in these renowned spas, which enjoy international acclaim.

If Li Jiao hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have believed that the Jingxiu Entertainment Agency would deal with such things.

In Old Duan’s view, whether it’s Daoist magic or necromancy, time is essential for mastery. The young man before him, barely in his twenties, was surely brainwashed by the Daoist alliance into thinking himself invincible, coming here to meet his doom.

The antlers needed reinforcement, the trench had to be deepened, and the wooden wall’s foundation required preparation in advance. These numerous tasks would keep Yun Zhe Yue busy for a while.

"Dragon-Slaying Priest?" A flicker of surprise passed through Guyu’s eyes, but he quickly composed himself. With a sharp glint, wind blades swirled wildly, instantly drawing the dragonborn’s hatred toward him.

What? You say you can’t control that many fire sparks at once? Well, that’s your problem.

As the music faded, Jing Moxuan’s pale fingers wandered to Qian Ruoruo’s waist, slipping beneath her hem. Each touch sent a shiver through her delicate frame.

They might not think about their own futures, but they must consult with others, or at least ensure their futures are somewhat fulfilling, for the city’s destiny cannot be ignored.

Dappled sunlight streamed through the skylight above, falling before A Fei’s eyes and blurring his vision. At his feet, the collapsed pit seemed to suddenly cease expanding, frozen in place.

This scene, without explanation, could easily be mistaken for three notorious bandits about to launch a raid. In truth, their targets were zombies, but their actions were much the same.

Ning Feng smiled and didn’t insist, grabbing her bag to leave. Wang Peng clasped her arm, frowning as he glanced toward Bao Lan, the underworld queen, approaching: even the cold-faced prince conceded.

"Mingxiu, sorry, I was angry and didn’t expect you to suddenly tap me from behind, so..." Han Shuier’s voice lowered further.

A Jiu grinned cheerfully and replied, "My surname is Yuan. Uncle, did you remember something?" Faced with Jiang Ming’s probing questions, the best tactic was to feign mystery—to confuse him and leave him dazed.