Chapter 28

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Old Madam Lu raised her hand high. Terrified, Lady Lu squeezed her eyes shut. This beating had to be endured; otherwise, how could anyone be convinced that Old Madam Lu truly hated her?

"Haha, aren't you being a bit too modest? Being smart is just being smart; it's nothing to fuss about," Li Yaojie said with a sigh and a smile.

"Mr. Zhou, today, you have only one opponent," Emperor Chen's voice came from behind him.

Shui Lingxi’s left hand reached up to Tang Haodong’s neck, her soft, supple body straining upward as her burning red lips received Tang Haodong’s honeyed kiss. The air was filled with a lingering fragrance, and the friction caused by Shui Lingxi’s swaying body against Tang Haodong’s made it impossible for him to suppress the surging desires in his heart.

"Tang Haodong, I have a very difficult task for you!" Su Jinyi gave a light cough and continued, "I want you to be Lingxi's boyfriend for a while." Having said this, she watched Tang Haodong with a playful glint in her eyes.

"There is an eerie aura of demonic power," Su Yan probed with his divine sense, only to find that he could detect nothing at all, save for a mysterious and intense energy. That aura was saturated with slaughter and a fierce battle intent, making him shiver in dread.

Seeing Divine Needle Zhang’s frantic state, Li Longfei felt a surge of horror. Had he made a mistake? Should he not have released this mad old man? Would he pose a threat or cause him harm?

"Yet your annual salary is less than twenty thousand strings of cash. This one million two hundred thousand strings is more than sixty times your income. Where did you get so much money?" Empress Wu Zetian’s tone suddenly turned stern.

"Uncle, I’m not sure I understand what you mean," Feng Jing asked with a gentle smile, though she hid her wariness deep within her eyes.

Watching that weary figure depart alone down the hallway, and recalling the scene he had witnessed inside the emergency room when he first opened the door, Ye Han frowned in deep thought. Could Ding Yi have done something?

Zhou Gangpao was beaten back repeatedly, shouting loudly while using his remaining armor to defend against the spheres of energy.

Lu Zhixing frowned slightly. He asked Su Hang in a low voice if she needed some space to have a brief talk with Xu Yanshen.

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Upon entering the Qin-Spring Water Mansion, Yun Yao felt a rich and familiar aura. Her heart skipped a beat, and she secretly thought that her troublesome close friend had indeed been here.

Now that things had reached this point, it was obvious that Xu Sheng was the one pulling strings behind the scenes. It was tiresome to keep dealing with such petty matters, so it would be better to settle everything once and for all today.

Although the talisman was not particularly profound, Elder Mo would naturally be able to sense the user's location if they were harmed.

As for e-commerce, he would let the big players play their game; when the time was right, he would simply enter the market with a Pinduoduo-style strategy.

Lingling finally managed to calm down. "What should we do now?" No matter what, she had to bring Shanshan back.

Chen Jianxing exited the stage, and a man in a chef's hat walked on. However, he had little opportunity to showcase his skills, as Shi Nian had already taken care of everything before he could even mention the precautions.

Without making up excuses, I told him directly that I didn't want to go back for the time being. I asked him to greet Aunt Mei after he returned to the village and tell her that I was safe and would come home in a few days. My stance was clear: I was showing him the door.

After Yi Yang scored, he raised his arms proudly amidst the boos of the Spurs players.

So that was it; no wonder he led us here. Ten years is such a long time—even trees would change, let alone the vines on this cliff face. Perhaps something happened to the mysterious tribe above, and they intentionally severed the other vine ladders, leaving only one hidden within for passage.

Jiang Yufei pursed her lips at Jiang Jingru, and Jiang Jingru looked at Nian Yujiang with some surprise. Could he really be angry?

In the bustling city with its endless stream of traffic and pedestrians, the headlights of passing cars occasionally illuminated the pair locked in a deep embrace. Few people stopped to watch; those who passed by just hurried along, as if afraid to disturb their oblivion and focus.

What Baihe did not expect was that only a few days after Zhen Baiyang returned, her parents suddenly arrived in X City four days before New Year's Eve, just like Zhen Baiyang—without any notice, appearing out of thin air.

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"Why don't we just burn him to ashes? No matter how strong his regenerative ability is, he can't survive being turned to ash, right?" Bai Ling suggested.

More and more people had crossed the blockade of stone statues and appeared here, though, of course, many more had died on the other side. Among the group, only Jiang Dong possessed a Saint-level physique and could go head-to-head with the statues; the others relied mostly on evasion and defense.

The two old men laughed heartily, like children who had just finished playing a prank, showing no sign of their white-haired, elderly appearance.

Baihe felt shy and embarrassed, but she obediently listened to him, snuggling motionlessly in his arms. She closed her eyes, breathing in the faint scent of body wash on his skin.

With that, the two retreated. Nangong Huoqi reclined on the soft couch, gazing at the bright moon outside the window, sighing to himself.

Even if the Lingyun Sword were stained with blood, it should be the blood of the battlefield to be worthy of such lofty aspirations. Now that it was stained, it was with the blood of a harem concubine—a woman full of schemes and ruthless methods who had nearly toppled the government. It was an insult to the sword.

"Bei'er, I missed you." Ignoring her surprise, Oriental Yu pulled her back down as she started to sit up, settling her once more into his embrace.

The carriage moved slowly forward. Inside, Ling Yurou helped Nangong Moyun fix his hair; Nangong Moyun did not tie it into a bun, letting Ling Yurou simply comb it out.

"Xu'er, you should go back and recover your strength first. I will call for you when the time comes." Looking at Xu'er’s pale, ethereal complexion, Chen Kuang felt a pang of heartache and spoke gently.