Chapter 45
After a whole day without eating, Ruoshui indeed felt hungry and did not resist; she naturally sat down. Seeing this, Lu Qinghe curled the corners of his mouth slightly and called the servants to bring the dishes.
Lin Huaiyi was unaware that both he and his wife, as well as his father-in-law’s family, were undergoing changes influenced by Lin Fuer. The transformation was not only in their visible lifestyle but also in their attitude toward life itself.
That familiar figure, etched deeply into his bones, vanished from Mu Bai’s gaze just like that.
“Manager Wu, thank you very much for your help with Wang Ning’s matter this time. You mentioned before coming that you needed my assistance with something—what is it?” Ruoshui thought to repay the favor since Wu Lei had helped quite a lot.
Looking at the bed covered in wood shavings, Ruoshui’s face suddenly grew cold. She loved cleanliness and preferred wearing white clothes, but now the freshly laid sheets were covered with wood chips. Should she change them or not?
In the eerie silence, all she could hear was Ling Sucheng slowly rising with the sound of friction, alongside her own heart pounding like a drum.
For some reason, when Huo Yun first saw this man, Zhou Zhenghua, he felt something was off about him. Yet, he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.
In a daze, Zhang Kuang boldly surged forward, extending his right hand to grab Xu You, who had even forgotten to scream at the sight of the immortal tree. He then slowly lifted him up.
Given Long Xiao’s years of hardship, it’s not hard to imagine that his greatest skill might not be his physical prowess, but rather his methods of ambush.
She wasn’t putting on an act; she was genuinely afraid that this complete unknown might cause them to come together resolutely now, only to suddenly part ways one day in the future.
They struck him during the threat, coercing him to lead her to burn their Liao army’s supplies. At first, he refused, but after Tie Rou whipped him without hesitation, he yielded.
My foot hooked around a utility pole by the roadside, but suddenly he picked me up and, in full view of everyone, shoved me into his off-road vehicle—the same one I had already ridden in once.
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She frowned in disbelief, and the next moment, a clear and upright figure descended, like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan. Her body stiffened suddenly, but before she could get a good look at the face, the figure had already entered through the gate.
Sikong Yanfei had also been exhausted for several days, juggling the city’s political affairs while keeping an eye on the marriage arrangements.
Walking to the backyard, Wen Ruixiu spotted a slender figure practicing martial arts. He was slightly surprised and accidentally stepped on a twig, producing a faint sound.
Luo Ange remained unconscious, so no one dared to be careless. Fearing she might harm herself, they all stayed by the hospital room.
Qu Xiaoxiao didn’t dare make a sound, understanding that her mother was making a condition. Meanwhile, her father’s temples glistened with beads of sweat.
But the mission had already been accepted. If she backed out now, it would damage her reputation. After all, in their line of work, things might seem inconspicuous on the surface, but everyone in the circle upheld trust. Once someone broke their word or failed a mission, it would be difficult to get another one.
On the carriage, the well-fed and plump Zhou Yigong smiled broadly. Surrounding him were guards and attendants, all wielding swords.
Jack turned around in disbelief. His most obedient subordinates all ignored his orders this time. When faced with the man’s astonished and incredulous gaze, those he looked at couldn’t help but lower their heads.
Jiang Shan heard the nurse’s words and almost couldn’t believe her ears. Holding her phone, she walked to the nearby sterilization room under the envious gazes of many classmates. After being fully disinfected, she entered the operating room with a sense of curiosity.
At this moment, Li Yang’s face appeared pale, and his aura had diminished considerably. But when he saw that the blood-colored monster below had disappeared, replaced by a deep pit filled with scattered debris, he exhaled a breath of stale air, and the tension on his face eased.
The direction of the shockwave was where the Bewitching Consort had led her experts in ambush. Judging by the explosive sound, the strength of both sides was extraordinary. Naturally, the Bewitching Consort herself had taken action. One who could match her was no ordinary opponent.
With the body tightly bound by tubes, data cables, and bandages, not even a twitch was possible. Even if someone wished to stop Mo Yuqi’s movements, it would be utterly impossible.
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Late at night, amidst continuous rain, the sea was pitch black. Even with the aid of infrared night vision, it was impossible to distinguish any vessels navigating the calm waves.
Only now could one clearly see the man’s face—somewhat aged, his hair already grayed, appearing to be in his fifties.
Instinctively, he glanced back once. Behind him was a white BMW sedan, so he moved slightly to the right to make way.
In a sense, Shan Zhi and he were mutual “bad influences.” Although after the recent incident, Li Xun had grown to disdain this scheming failure, outwardly, they still got along fairly well.
Zhang Ling leaned sideways, resting his shoulder against Lucio. With a strong swing of his left leg, he missed the ball, which rolled beneath his crotch!
Back then, she only thought this man must be a libertine, for during his time as Yu Kun, he exuded the aura of a charming playboy.
Therefore, regardless of the disappointed and dejected expressions on Chris and Jin Wenxi’s faces, Xie Yeyu was certainly enjoying himself thoroughly.
This guy had been deceiving him since the beginning, tricking him through a series of scams to complete the purification task. And the reward at the end was something like this.
Meanwhile, Zhao Chenlu waved her hand, and holy crystals rained down like raindrops, one after another, filling the council chamber with dazzling golden light that dazzled everyone.
But this Wusheng Sword Manual was undoubtedly an extraordinary relic. In Wang Jiu’s eyes, it was like seeing a finely crafted iron tool in a primitive society of bloodletting and slash-and-burn agriculture.