Dirty Yellow Literature - Fleeting Years Fang Ting Xiao Feng

"The Lustful Woman (26)"
"Wan'er, have you gotten off the plane? Are you tired? I made spaghetti today, it was delicious, but I ate it all by myself, it was a little lonely. I miss you so much, when are you coming back..." Qi Wan'er had just found a relatively cheap hostel in the area and settled in when she unexpectedly received several emails from Liu Ning in her inbox. She smiled helplessly, shut down her computer, and opened a local map.
“Gentlemen, let Loran show you around the manor. I’ll take my leave now. See you at mealtime later,” Sethskes said.
Her first stop was Greece. Actually, she had no specific destination in mind; she didn't care where she went. She simply decided to go to Greece after seeing a map of the country by chance.
Mu Lingyi's hand stopped between her legs, and he gently comforted Yan'er, trying to dispel her misunderstanding.
This was her first time traveling alone. After working so hard for so long, she was incredibly excited to finally have a chance to relax.
"Yan'er is the wife of the leader of the Dark Guard Sect, so her lightness skill is naturally quite remarkable." He hadn't forgotten what she had just said, and as he held her in his arms, his gentle voice was full of playfulness.
"Wan'er, I'm sick today... I feel so bad, I guess it's because I miss you. I have a bad cold and my head hurts so much..." Liu Ning sends an email every day, she's really diligent. She talks about her work and feelings every day, and of course, she keeps urging her to go back.
As they flew, Yao Ze realized that the direction was exactly the same as the Copper Pot Valley that the ghost-faced tree demon had mentioned. He couldn't help but ask, "My lord, is the valley you mentioned Copper Pot Valley?"
She rarely replied, and when she did, it was only a brief three-word reply: "I'm fine." After leaving Greece, she continued north, taking the cheapest public transport and staying in the cheapest hotels, but she was very happy. She met many fellow travelers along the way, forging friendships that transcended national boundaries. They simply shared the interesting things they encountered on their journey, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Moreover, that feeling was definitely not feigned; you could tell that Wu Bingbing was genuinely very sad.
"Wan'er, Li Zilu is getting married on the 3rd of next month. Her fiancé's surname is Shu, I think his name is Shu Chen... It's a business marriage, a bit pitiful..." Qi Wan'er ate bread while looking at the email, a faint smile on her lips. She had only told Liu Ning half of what happened when she went to see Guan Shaoming that day, and hadn't told him that it was Shu Chen who bought the CD.

Dirty Yellow Literature - Fleeting Years Fang Ting Xiao Feng
Once the nine-headed dragon had completely disappeared, Little White swaggered over from a distance, ran to the scene to take a look, and after finding nothing, sniffed the ground before jumping directly into the valley.
Actually, she didn't want revenge; she just wanted to know the truth. But now, she somewhat understood why Shu Chen did what he did. The poor woman sacrificed her marriage for the family business, loving Li Weijun for ten years, only to marry Li Zilu in the end. Perhaps she would have felt the same way if she were in his shoes.
In an inconspicuous two-story building north of Fushan County, the banquet held by Hua Lao Er to welcome Hua Shengqiang home from the hospital had just ended when news arrived of a fight between Wang Fan and Yu Xing. Surprised, the two brothers quickly sent their men away and held a private discussion behind closed doors.
Li Weijun… Qi Wan'er stared blankly at the computer screen, Li Weijun's face appearing in her mind again, so clearly.
Mo Fan came to help Mo Yichen up. Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Tan Hengshu knelt down and took the pulse of the seriously injured man on the ground to treat his wounds.
Before she knew it, a month had passed. Qi Wan'er scrolled through the emails Liu Ning had sent her over the past month, feeling a warm glow in her heart. This man was truly patient.
No wonder all the soul cultivators around him follow his lead. Without a true saint, no one can do anything to him.
His letters sometimes mentioned Li Weijun, intentionally or unintentionally, and hinted that she should explain something, but she ignored them all. She believed that no man would like a woman like her.
"Bai Ye, you have quite the audacity to demand that we kneel before you. What do you mean by this? Do you perhaps aspire to become the overlord of Cangtian Cliff?" Lou Yuxin sneered and said in a deep voice.
Not long after, Liu Ning's letter mentioned Li Weijun.
His hands had extremely long fingers, yet he gripped the instruments with great strength and precision.
"Wan'er, I heard that Li Weijun has taken over Huili, and Li Zilu has returned to Europe. When are you coming back?..." Qi Wan'er was stunned for a moment when she saw this email, but only for a moment, and she quickly calmed down. It was no longer her concern, so it didn't matter.
"Teacher, I'm sorry, I haven't been able to achieve anything in the field of cardiac surgery over the years, I must have disappointed you!"
She and Li Weijun were merely points on a straight line, a single point where they parted ways. He had his business to manage, and she had her life to live.
This damn kid not only slipped through his fingers again, but he also dared to insult him like that!
Two weeks later, she went to France. By then, she had lost a lot of weight, but she looked very energetic.
Zhao Ruobing, who had previously remained out of the public eye, suddenly began to appear in everyone's view.
Traveling is truly a pleasant thing; she enjoys being free and unrestrained. She took a picture and sent it to Liu Ning. The picture showed her sitting idly in a square. She just wanted Liu Ning to know that she was fine, that everything was in the past, leaving no trace.
"No wonder when I saw him at the Holy Judgment Academy, I vaguely sensed that his blood and qi were not flowing smoothly. I thought he was injured..."
"Wan'er, you've lost weight... Come back soon, I'll help you recover properly..." Unexpectedly, Liu Ning started complaining after seeing her photo, urging her to come back every day.
Ying Zheng, with an air of indifference to life and death, said, "Since I wanted to go to the battlefield of the heavens, I never intended to come back alive!"
Qi Wan'er just smiled. After being away for more than two months, checking emails every day had become a habit for her. Many times, she almost couldn't resist going back to see her friend Liu Ning. Liu Ning was the only person she cared about while she was away, and this feeling was very strange.
The stronger and more resilient one's will, the more refined the power of the swordsmanship becomes. One's true energy surges throughout the body with the execution of the swordsmanship, as if striving to reach a higher level.
But she held back and continued her journey. She didn't know when she would get tired, but at least for now she was still full of energy. She wanted to go to more places, see more, and travel more.
As the Dark Raven slashed down, an incredibly dazzling red light filled Chen Zong's eyes, as if splitting the sky and bringing death.
"Wan'er, I miss you. I found your photos today and looked at them for a long time. I don't know why, but I missed you so much. Oh, right, do you remember the photos you took of me at my house last time? I forgot to show them to you. You really have a talent for taking pictures of me. You made me look so handsome..."
The refinement of the Tower of Ascension is actually at its final stage; it will soon be completely refined.
Qi Wan'er looked at the computer screen and smiled faintly. This man nagged her every day, just like four years ago, when he sent her a letter every day, rain or shine. She was truly impressed. However, she had also bought some things today as souvenirs for Liu Ning: pasta sauce she had accidentally discovered here. It was really delicious, and she was sure Liu Ning would like it, so she bought ten bottles without hesitation. But the thought of these ten bottles of sauce adding to the weight of her luggage gave her a headache.
Chen Zong remained motionless, simultaneously activating his primordial spirit dharma form and body-refining divine form, transforming them into ten-zhang-long figures. He also swung his sword in an instant, blocking the cold light. However, another cold light suddenly appeared from the other side, slashing towards Chen Zong's head without mercy, its killing intent chilling.
"Wan'er, I have good news for you. Guan Shaoming has been arrested for bribery... He's finally got what he deserves! I'm so happy, especially since he was exposed by someone—someone you know, of course. When are you coming back? If you don't come back soon, I'm going to rent out your apartment..."
Just as Chen Zong suddenly drew his sword and thrust out, the Emperor-level expert of the Boundless Demonic Sect sensed it and reacted at lightning speed, demonstrating the capabilities expected of an Emperor-level expert.
Qi Wan'er paused, looking at the person mentioned in the email, secretly wondering. However, she was quite happy to hear the news; evil deeds get their just desserts, after all, Guan Shaoming had done too many bad things. It wasn't surprising that he was arrested.
And such things are unavoidable. Compared to demigods, he is far inferior. No matter how he tries to avoid it, as long as he is still within this chaotic universe, it is only a matter of how much time it takes for a demigod to find him.
She took a sip of juice; she was drinking juice, her favorite beverage, in a small café on a European street.
"Hmph, well done! Today, I, the young emperor, will unleash a massacre!" With a flick of his longsword, a terrifying starlight of sword light shot out as the young emperor charged forward.
It's been over three months, and she still hasn't decided whether to go back or not. Perhaps the comfortable life in Europe has made her dependent on it. She regrets that she should have brought Liu Ning with her, so he wouldn't keep urging her to go back.
"Huh? A human? We were just discussing him???" Hearing this, Feng Qingwu and the others were slightly taken aback. Then, as if they had realized something, their expressions changed, and they exclaimed in unison, "Could it be that it is actually the Eternal Immortal Lord!"

Dirty Yellow Literature - Fleeting Years Fang Ting Xiao Feng
Liu Ning continued to send her letters every day without fail, starting the day she left. Finally, when her savings were almost depleted, she bought a return ticket. Just before boarding, she read the last email Liu Ning had sent her in the waiting room. Her heart warmed, but she didn't intend to reply; she wanted to surprise him.
This was an extremely handsome man, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his features were sculpted, and his demeanor was as elegant as jade. He was none other than Feng Yin Qinghan, who had disappeared for a long time.
As the plane took off, she turned her head to look at the white clouds outside the window, just as she had done on the way there. For some reason, she suddenly felt very sad.
Upon arriving, he raised his hand to strike, but he arrived quickly and flew backward just as fast, giving him no chance to make a move.
She hurriedly got off the plane, dragged her luggage, hailed a taxi, and ran home. She couldn't wait to see Liu Ning, to tell him about the interesting things that happened during her trip, and to let him taste the pasta sauce she had specially bought for him.
As soon as they left, chaos erupted in the house. Auntie started cursing, Aunt Mi complained, Uncle was furious, but Mr. Bai seemed to be deep in thought.
As soon as the car arrived at the apartment building, she dragged her luggage and rushed into her home. She needed to dress up a bit; she had lost a lot of weight and gotten much darker in the past few months, and if she went to see Liu Ning like this, he would definitely nag her to death.
Today is a joyous day for the reopening of the Jigwu Association. Colleagues from the Shanghai martial arts community have come to offer their congratulations and have presented them with various weapons such as knives, spears, and clubs. They have all come because of the honorary headmaster, Chen Zikun. Upon learning that Commander Chen was not attending the ceremony, they made an excuse and left in a hurry.
When she opened the door, everything in the house was just as clean and new as the day she left. The portrait on the wall was also spotless. She wasn't surprised; she was just even happier.
The little boy scrambled to his feet, his eyes shining brightly. He dusted himself off and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just consider it a tickle."
She quickly took a shower, put on some light makeup, rummaged through a pile of messy luggage to find a few bottles of pasta sauce, and excitedly went to Liu Ning's house.
"Have we arrived in Shanghai yet? It doesn't look like it to me," Xiao Shunzi asked, bewildered. He had never left Beijing before and had been on an overnight train, so he had no idea where he was.
She rang the doorbell nervously, clutching her bag tightly, a bright smile on her face, imagining Liu Ning's surprised expression upon seeing her.
Chen Zikun was not afraid at all and laughed, "I just came from Beijing and I don't know the rules of your place. I'm also afraid that I'll go to the wrong gate and mistake the wrong person. Once I meet the right person, the money will naturally come to me."
Strange, it's the weekend. Did that kid go out and cause trouble? Qi Wan'er rang the doorbell again.
His statement was based on evidence. The Japanese were merely making a death throes on the Chinese mainland. It wasn't that they were strong, but rather that China was already at its wits' end, with its best soldiers almost entirely wiped out, rendering it incapable of fighting. Japan's main battlefield was not in China, but in the Pacific.
After a while, she heard soft footsteps approaching the door. She straightened up, feeling excited.
He wasn't afraid of battle losses; he had plenty of money now. Playing games had become a pastime, no longer a means of making a living. The only thing he couldn't let go of was Liu Jie, and he was even planning to bring down Liu Jie's family.
The door opened.
While Anxin was peering through the glass door, Su Luoxi gently pushed it open. Qiao Anxin was thus trapped inside.
Qi Wan'er blinked, stunned, and her body suddenly stiffened.

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