Chapter 38: Why Is Wang Yifei Like This? (9)

Chapter 38

Zhao Jinchu raised an eyebrow. After listening to Qi Yan’s brief account, she suddenly remarked, “The person keeping you trapped here isn’t obsessed with you; he thinks you’re the one who can steer his son back onto the right path?”

Qi Yan leaned against her shoulder, hugging her tighter, and replied in a muffled voice, “Probably.”

Zhao Jinchu fell into a brief silence, her back slowly stiffening.

Li Xiaohong had remained silent the entire time. She stood by the doorway, head bowed and eyes submissive, only glancing up at Zhao from time to time.

[Why aren't you here yet?]
[I remember you don't have any classes at this time according to your schedule.]
...
[Don't you think you should bring some dessert along with the corn and pork rib soup? Like marshmallow cookies or something?]

Han Yi urged her while dropping hints. Always a man of few words, Han Yi had sent over a dozen messages in a row, revealing his current state of anxiety.

Zhao Jinchu stared at the last sentence, unable to comprehend, “Marshmallow cookies?”

***

Lord Yunzhong descended from the hall and summoned someone to poison their meal, finally setting his plan in motion.

Murong Zhi did not know the reason behind this, nor did he care to ask. His tone held its usual detachment, leaving both parties dissatisfied. Murong Zhi did not like him suddenly appearing to disturb him, and Qing Ruifan had not expected Murong Zhi to address him in such a painfully distant manner.

As soon as Yuxia left, Kalete rose and departed with impatience. She had been seething with anger all evening and did not want to spend another minute in this damned place.

“Brother, do you have a beast-taming space? Lend it to me!” Once he had finally calmed down, the fatty asked with a grin.

“Commander-in-Chief Chen, should we report this matter to Brother Fan?” The Northwest Military Region had gathered a group of excellent military commanders from the former Eighth Route Army, as well as some personnel from the original Nationalist faction. They were eager to clash with the Ma Family Army; once they dealt the Ma Family Army a painful blow, would they still dare to ignore orders and refuse to submit to command?

“Shan-zi, didn't that Yuan Shouming say just now that this is a place of trouble and one shouldn't stay long? We should retreat!” Old Man Jin poked Wukong, who was staring blankly at the sky with his head tilted, mouth agape, and eyes wide.

Several Japanese planes circled constantly in the sky, as the Eighth Route Army was historically short on guns and ammunition. Not only did they lack anti-aircraft weapons, but even if they had them, few knew how to operate them. Because there was no reliable supply of ammunition, most attempts were essentially one-off suicide missions.

But Fu Can noticed that at the same moment Qin Dong growled, the muscles all over his body tightened instantly, exploding with unimaginable power in a split second.

The residents there lived a life isolated from the world; none of the people inside were authentic humans. Their differences lay in their long ears and blue eyes.

He saw him brandishing a large machete, aiming directly at Long Yang. Although this strike wouldn't kill him, cutting a wound and drawing blood might be enough to scare Young Master Long the Third into kneeling on the ground and calling him “Grandpa.”

For so many years, she had practically laid it all out in the open, latching onto Xu Chenghuan whenever she had the chance. Did Chen Guoguo really think she had hidden it so well?

Why did this scruffy, bearded uncle jump straight into the self-introduction phase with such unearned familiarity, skipping right over Yuan Zi'ang?

***

The most critical stage of condensing a yin soul is whether one's physical constitution can withstand the final burst of chill.

A bizarre scene unfolded: Zhuo Lingtian’s seemingly powerful whip felt as if it had fallen into a quagmire, its speed slowing down until it stopped just above Luo An’s head, as if frozen in space by an invisible mass of ice.

After all, if they had succeeded and gained a few hundred yuan, perhaps the brothers could have built a career for themselves by now.

Following a loud shout from She Da Diao, a dark shadow, sheltered by the night, charged toward them.

Moreover, this Zhunti was a saint; if Luo An had his backing, they wouldn't dare act rashly again.

Truly, some people just love to watch the world burn. Pang Lei’s face darkened, and he simply turned away; no one could save those who insisted on courting death.

“What are you thinking about?!” Li Jin-ting asked, taking the water cup from Gu Yanyan’s hand as he spoke.

The pinned man in black was staring at Zhou Manyuan, who was kneeling on the ground, his dark eyes filled with resolve. He had been loyal to her, but how had she treated him?