Chapter 95: Meeting by Appointment

“You live here?”

Looking at the apartment complex before him, Shen Siyuan was awestruck.

Every building here faced the sea, each with a balcony over ten meters wide.

Living here must be incredible.

“It’s not that great—the humidity is terrible. I run a dehumidifier 24/7, and it still feels damp.”

This sounded like humblebragging, but Ruan Hongzhuang was telling the truth.

Anything that looks beautiful

The membership points system has been discontinued, along with daily lotteries—the prizes are extremely tempting: fourth-rank primordial divine weapons, and sometimes even fifth-rank primordial divine weapons.

Although the deleted data included information about the base, this still doesn’t explain why Xian knew about this place or why he understood Paradise Garden so deeply.

But he didn’t care—if Nan Nan truly showed fear or confusion, he’d find her even more contemptible and want to crush her.

“This… if I told you I was playing mahjong with Ye Gucheng, you wouldn’t believe me, right?” Everyone nodded.

The red silk ribbon beneath Gu Wei also scattered like disintegrating feathers, instantly turning to ash; in that moment of mental disorientation, she was severely wounded.

Calling Pao Tianming and Xing Ying two rabbits was perfect. Even if he claimed to be Ye Gucheng, or even if he said he was an NPC, both would bolt immediately and run as far away as possible.

Yun Lan: …Fine. To earn a spiritual vein, he’d reluctantly accept this ridiculous excuse.

His nose was shattered by Han Ye’s punch; blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering everywhere—on the bar, the floor.

As the three judges began tasting Ye Chui and Meng Qiyong’s dishes, everyone held their breath, waiting for the final result.

I exchanged a glance with Serina—we thought this was worth considering, but now wasn’t the right time.

When Wang Ming was startled by the two spirit pearls in Ye Fan’s palm, Ye Fan had already swallowed them both.

This was an expected routine—even Hai Ma, desperate to save his brother, had to endure one more night; he hadn’t even seen Beike’s shadow yet, and using force recklessly would jeopardize Guiping’s safety.

At this moment, Ye Fan couldn’t hear any of their conversations; staring at the dead clan members, he was filled with deep guilt. All he could do was use every ounce of his strength to kill these invading executioners and avenge his fallen kin.

He searched me inside and out but found no wounds; finally, he calculated it through finger divination—that fight I had with Meng Ze in Xuanpo Palace. I sat on the bed, and he saw my swollen eyes, disheveled clothes, and tangled hair.

“Your clothes too—then you should leave them too!” Xiao Shaofeng’s eyes turned red, pointing at my clothes.

Dong’e Miaoyi found it strange—why did everyone not believe she, the rightful wife, was Jiuge’s beloved? Probably because, among the imperial princes’ consorts, only the primary consort was favored, and all others were neglected.

Before getting in the car, I saw Lu Mochuan give a few instructions to his assistant; finally, the assistant left first, while he sat in the front passenger seat.

The slap was brutal—right after it landed, five clear palm prints appeared on her face; half her cheek was already swollen.

He had just returned from the U.S., and a group of friends arranged a welcome dinner for him at the West Wing.

Lin Shao is still too low-key—so rich and still choosing to live in the suburbs; if it were me, I’d have bought a villa in the city center long ago.

Liu Chiting clearly heard Lao Gui suck in a sharp breath; the next moment, Lao Gui’s voice came again—urgent, yet unmistakably joyful.

After passing a massive construction embankment, he stopped again. “Ruihe Group dug up Huajing’s secret project with such precision—could there be a mole?” He stared at Zhou Pu, who stood silently behind him.