Chapter 49: The Grace of Not Marrying

However, for Ye Changzheng and Xie Jinuyu, the arrival of the investigation team meant that half of their scheme had already succeeded.
In a society governed by the rule of law, no matter how much they loathed or despised someone, they could never resort to taking up knives to commit murder.
Ever since parting ways with Ye Changzheng, Xie Jinuyu had been unable to settle her mind to study, until his figure appeared at the courtyard gate.
Only then did she trot over to him and ask with concern, "Changzheng, how does the investigation team plan to deal with the Lu uncle and nephew?"
The surrounding temperature plummeted abruptly at that moment, and the previously crisp, refreshing weather instantly transformed into the biting chill of the dead of winter.
"I am relieved just seeing that you have woken up. What would you like to eat? I will go out and buy it for you," Mo Xiaoxiao said.
Jin Yunmo felt as though she were wearing a garment covered in thorns; everything went against her wishes. Lifting her eyes, she found the teacup on the table far too obtrusive, so she stepped forward and smashed it to pieces. Lowering her gaze, she noticed that the bedsheets covering the massive bed were an overly gaudy color, prompting her to tear them off recklessly.
Originally, having exhausted their vitality, these soldiers felt a profound sense of exhaustion; even lifting a finger required immense effort. Despite possessing bodies at the peak of the sixth tier, they felt utterly frail and weak.
Ouyang Chushang did not know whether this slap would snap her back to reality or deepen her hatred for Shangguan Feng.
Hearing this, Shangguan Lengyi looked at Ziyang with amusement. This girl was truly an absolute foodie, unmatched by anyone else.
Wan Tianbao and Wan Tianbei stuck their tongues out at each other. Mother was angry; it seemed they would not be able to ask any more questions in the future.
"An imperial decree of pardon? Then take a look at what this king holds in his hand!" Xuan Yuaner said, drawing the imperial sword.
His appearance strongly resembled that of the legendary immortals of old, yet his words revealed him to be something of an eternal child at heart.
Mo Xiaoxiao had leveraged her beauty to cultivate a considerable faction of her own. Yu Shun told her that some of his subordinates had consequently leaned toward her side, but she felt such subjection could not withstand the test of time, and her triumph would be nothing more than fleeting.
Daoist Songyu flew to the roof of the temple, inverted the thunder jar, and formed a spiritual incantation with his hand. Instantly, a hazy azure light emanated from his palm, and with this glowing hand, he pulled the stopper from the thunder jar.
"Big brother! Rest assured, no matter to the ends of the earth he flees, I will drag him back." Knowing that Chen Si was already kneeling before Xiao Tian's grave, and with Muhammad captured, Wang Tingbiao was bound to kneel before Xiao Tian's grave sooner or later—he was now the only one left.
A flamboyant sanctity glowed brilliantly upon her face, and an aura of profound tranquility and peace, as pure and harmonious as an ascetic monk in meditation, grandly and mightily influenced the minds of all those around her.
By this time, it was the final day of August, and amidst reluctant farewells, Zhang Tianyou and his companions returned to Xialing, marking the official commencement of their sophomore year of college.
Following the meeting, Liang Chen excused himself by claiming affairs at home and politely declined the lunch invitation extended by Zheng Xianjin and the others. In truth, he had no pressing matters; he simply lacked the inclination to engage in superficial pleasantries with such people.
Huyan Huo's venting... to call it venting would be less accurate than describing it as a complete and utter breakdown.
Scattered, ruined divine realms and temples collapsed by half made Iapetus, the very author of this devastation, feel as though he had fallen into an illusion. Yet the investigative divine sense sweeping all around gave him a definitive reply: all of this was real.
"Sit down!" Old Master Ye waved his hand, his eyes behind thick spectacles still fixed firmly upon his Go pieces. Lian Xiyuo and Lian Qianqian bowed politely to Li, chorusing, "Uncle Li."
I heighed a sigh for no apparent reason and walked out of the tent. From Suren's slight "sourness" just moments ago, I could sense some strange emotion quietly permeating between us.
"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word of it?" Though somewhat baffled, Li Bing's hanging heart was finally set at ease; if Ling Siyu had truly been violated or anything of the sort, she would not be wearing the expression she currently had.