Chapter 22 Do You Have a Crush on Han Yang

Song Yuqi wore a worried expression and said, “Leaving Han Yang there all alone feels too unkind. We should at least call and check on him.”

Jiang Ruoxi immediately responded, “I’ll make the call.”

With that, Jiang Ruoxi took out her phone and dialed Han Yang’s number.

Han Yang answered quickly, “Hello!”

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A helpless sigh escaped her lips. For a moment, a flicker of sympathy rose in Liu Wen’s heart.

Old Man Gu had already noticed the effect of the super glasses they wore on their noses. After persistent coaxing, he managed to borrow them from Yang Jing for a day to try them out. He looked like a country bumpkin who had just gotten his hands on a smartphone for the first time—completely fascinated.

Within the golden sword’s bone lay a speck of red, swelling and roaring like a blood-red sunset, reshaping a body of flesh and blood, stirring the sword master into flight.

Though Li Hongyuan had transferred him ten billion last time, he had only spent three billion. The company’s earnings during this period were astonishing, having long since recouped that three billion.

Since then, even when Dian Yi saw the other party, he had to obediently kneel and address him as “master,” not daring to show even a single flattering glance.

Therefore, the seemingly fragile apparition under scrutiny was naturally the shadow of Sean’s parallel world self.

His surrounding light and shadow flickered and shifted unpredictably—a unique phenomenon born from his wandering at the edge of space and time. Anyone witnessing it would be instantly dazzled, but Sean’s gaze remained unwavering.

If Han Bing still harbored greater ambitions, seeking to seize the chance to destroy the Divine Pillar, wouldn’t the Hao Star clan’s reign be shaken as well?

If he were an experienced young man, he would surely take this opportunity to return the kiss with practiced passion. However, Ye Tian was not such a boy; he was more of a gaming recluse.

Chu Tian’s expression changed, abruptly halting his movement, worry flashing across his face. Jing Hai had deliberately taken that punch just now; it seemed he had planned it all along. After all, Leng Qiuyue’s realm and strength were still inferior to Jing Hai’s.

Crossing from Xuanyong’s bottom lane through the jungle to the mid-lane was indeed far longer than expected. That long journey, filled with dull silence, was actually the greatest torment for the already restless and lively Sun Shangxiang.

They had once dared not provoke Ye Fantian and his group, but now things were different. Ye Fantian was a cripple; everything about him had ceased to exist. All his former glory had vanished—so why should they still fear him?

Behind them was a BMW. A blond, blue-eyed man nearly six feet tall stepped out from the passenger seat, babbling on and on.

“How’s your family doing?” Lin Rui’s eyes were filled with urgency. Ever since arriving in Port City, he hadn’t contacted them.

Bruce clenched his teeth fiercely. His figure flickered but failed to turn invisible. The massive loss of blood hindered the use of his abilities.

Natie slapped the man so hard that he spun around on the spot before collapsing onto the ground beside the car.

“I just don’t get it. What exactly did he do? With your skills, it shouldn’t be that easy for him to take advantage of you. And he should know who you are—he wouldn’t resort to such underhanded tactics, would he?” Natie asked, puzzled.

Though since stepping out of the Dragon Pit Cave, Wang Yao had already learned to control his hatred with reason, the moment he heard the word Wei Kingdom, a shadow quietly surfaced in his eyes.

After chatting with her in a casual, piecemeal manner for a while, Qing Hong finally noticed the jade tray Bi’er was carrying and slowly approached.