Chapter 51: Xie Yunjing, Utterly Oblivious to Romance

“No matter. The instance mission has only just begun, so we still have time.”

“For now, we’ll take things one step at a time.”

As Zhao Yueyang spoke, his gaze fell upon that empty shell, and a vicious glint appeared in his eyes.

It cast an even darker shadow over his formerly upright, resolute features.

“If all else fails, we’ll set the two of them against each other and reap the benefits.”

“Whatever happens, we must succeed this time!”

The person who had invited him was Qi Jianhong, Big Brother Long’s business partner and a heavyweight in their circle.

Gu Yun gave a bitter smile and sighed. Zhou Ranzhuo sat quietly where he was, idly fiddling with the Suhua Pearl hanging from his belt. He did nothing else, and Gu Yun had no idea what was on his mind.

Everyone was horrified. They had never seen such martial skill. In the space of a breath, it had shattered their combined attack. Their principal affinity was water, and the power of their sword technique when combined was so terrifying that even they dared not imagine it.

Another year, another month—four hundred lonely nights, turbulent undercurrents and surging passion. Do you understand my pain?

As Shanxi’s commander, he controlled the entire province. To put it plainly, he was the local emperor; even orders from the Nationalist government were useless against him. Through the many wars that had come before, Shanxi had never slipped from his grasp.

Yin Feng continued downward. Yet the instant his foot touched the next stone step, it was as though he had entered another world. Mountains and rivers lay beneath his feet, clouds and mist floated around his waist, a sea of thunder stretched overhead, and countless droplets of water hovered before him.

His voice was sorrowful, filled with a despairing weariness toward life. As it echoed in every direction, the old man saw the heir emerge.

The newcomer stopped and looked around. In truth, he was merely adjusting to the dimness indoors. Damn, wearing sunglasses made it impossibly dark! Once he had determined where he was, he walked straight toward the center of the hall, while the people behind him continued to pour inside.

The indistinct figure that had originally seemed far away in the distance transformed in an instant into the Incense-Witch Yin-Carved Wolf, pouncing before Hun Mo. It still had not given up on these two prey, insignificant as ants.

“Yan’er, what’s wrong?” Zhou Ranzhuo asked anxiously, bending down beside Xia Jingyan. “Stop fooling around. Let me see!” He forcibly pulled away the hand Xia Jingyan had used to cover his face.

Some gamblers who were especially confident in their technique filled the dice with mercury. Mercury worked on the same principle as lead, though its fluidity made it somewhat more difficult. Once mastered, however, mercury-loaded dice were even more precise.

It was rush hour, and traffic streamed constantly along the roads. By the time she reached Nangong Group, it was already after six. No employees were entering or leaving the building anymore. She parked in front of the headquarters, got out, and walked inside.

The person on the ground still did not move. Suspicious, the coachman went over and nudged him with his foot, but there was still no response. By then, quite a crowd had gathered, pointing and whispering.

Lin Rongrong had supposedly gone away to recuperate, but who among those present did not understand what had really happened? One by one, they secretly glanced toward the Lin family. The victim was her own younger sister—and she had been caught in an affair with her brother-in-law. With the Sun family exposing it before everyone, who knew how the Crown Princess would react?

“Those who take another’s money need only rid them of their troubles. There is no need to know what ought not be known.” The voice came again from somewhere in the distance.

Liu Junda picked up the receiver and asked a question, then handed it back to Du Yuesheng. “It was Shanbao. She specifically asked for you.” Du Yuesheng nodded once and took the receiver.

Not acting rashly did not mean she felt no hatred. Whenever Shen Yunyou remembered the sword Yemu Qing had taken for her, she wished she could kill Ye Zixuan with her own hands.

Yang Yingying had not wanted to watch him drink so much. But when she thought that he might have come to drink with her because something was troubling him, she let him be and did not stop him even once.