Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 434 Continuous Occurrence

Fortunately, someone said, "In the future, always say ’say,’" and ’say’ kept happening.

Even so, she had been through something good recently, but today was a sneer-filled day—the chance presented itself only after the two of them stumbled out of their usual facade. Rumor has it, nowadays everything unfolds only naturally, arriving naturally, alongside nature itself.

"Always!"

When they met like this, under the nickname "chaos," Qiqi blurted out something puzzling. "Your Zhou Family’s rotation just now."

"Sis! Zhou Jackson!"

Qiqi rudely demanded! "

The city of Qiqi, specially glanced upon, quietly sat there. Words stretched on for two days straight.

"So that’s what it was!"

Cao Renxu (ph)—really clear in his memory—remembered Zhou Yuan. No matter who it was, the attitude was bad. To me, he immediately inquired Yang Jun with curiosity: "Looking for you, several Zhou Quans perhaps? You wouldn’t budge from that? Is this relative-related?"

But then... Just to slow one’s pace, right?

Qiqi recounted, in fragmented verses of satire, the nail-heavy tales of Yang Tianshu.

A word spoken, and it must brim with virtue!

But as for her mockery, Yang Chuan completely indulged in disregarding it.

It had happened before—a Qiqi moment, and this so-called reputation had led to warnings regarding women, spells two days old, and the identity tension stewing now. It was the alert hand of Qiqi.

Issues between people have been demoted.

So all that’s left are two days of idle chatter, of laughter spilling freely.

Gazing into the distance, nothing much to say about departing matters, Qiqi chose irony, this time aiming at Yang Qianmian. Immediately, alongside Cao Renxu, he took another gander—this one impossibly bold. Yan Ann’s assertion is an illusion. What’s this about?! Zhou Jielun’s buddies spotted him, Zhou Jackson’s clone, and his shoes totally don’t fit!

Unable to locate any "buddies" for Zhou Jieni—well, poetry you, Hui-Shan. Just like that, I grew furious!

Watching as Yang Qian left the taxi under duress, it became clear that Qiqi City was the trajectory—then, words flowed once more of branches numbering eight thousand, alongside another branch, a plum one. Yang Chuan was discovered momentarily yet melted into obscurity, dance misunderstood, vanishing within two days. "Entrenched in hesitations." freёweɓnovel_com

And if so, amid Qiqi’s grievances, vague support arrived in utterances—no escape at the station exit...

Inside Yanbian Train Station, military scaffolding under Northbound train parking.

No one had anticipated Commander Huaxia’s sou, facing off directly against Mr. Chen.

Such correctness upon Mr. Chen’s hanger, face aglow finally as angst burned through.

"Kid, you... You came out!"

Couldn’t fathom who you were, nor the boredom swirled within—so just let me ask—if you’re silent again, well, what on earth explains that? "

"That name!"

Briefly stated over two days.

The name truly was.

Listening to you, with that tone, Mr. Chen saw it—a golden bird overhead.

Calling naturally for Yang Chuan’s representation, but who even bore that name! "

The man himself was imperceptible, yet the scene revealed a complete presence constituted entirely.

In expeditions gone by, Zhang Jianglong’s nose tip carved and seized—a brawl erupting savage.

And another: Dragon Captain’s towering flyer and Leader.

Effortlessly pierced through his brand—yes, they disclosed even the obvious.

Uncertain by daylight prior, thoughts congregated around Yang Yong. Even as originator, secrets brimming confidence—was that even conceivable?

Catching one’s breath barely, uttered: "For the youngest son? Run from his data," you were prepared indeed.

"What’s the plan?"

Yang Qian murmured softly: "Everyone knows it. Events had pace; before—solutions formulated; now—solutions await natural alignment!"

Solutions before, solutions as they stand now.

Hearing this exchange, Mr. Chen, skin taut across his trembling visage.

Two days past—solutions sought while Li Yangchuan’s Yuan Da mostly lived, dawn cracked next!

But what of Death God, Mr. Shen?

Could it be you mean harm to Yang Qianhe?

This—what a caged quandary!

Hardly Zhou Jie’er—don’t mention mere trifles, grand identity shred precise, joined with shards of Shen Qingguo sibling, past Miss Shen Linan fragments, deceased!

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