Chapter 63: Lacking Nine Lives

Tang Liu was escorted out of the teahouse by Qingsheng.
Zhao Minghua looked at Xiao Chunnuan, who remained silent for a long time, and felt a flutter of anxiety.
"Well... if you want to cry, just go ahead and cry. I can step away for a moment."
She finally understood why Xiao Chunnuan hadn't asked Qingsheng to fetch her to the Xiao residence, but instead had come all the way to the county town in person—it turned out she wanted to inquire about her eldest sister.
Tragic, truly so tragic!
A woman, cast aside by her husband's family.
Yet, she was also truly fierce.
"Hey, I just love that saucy look of yours." Qin烨 couldn't resist touching the corner of her mouth, only to have his hand slapped away by Zhuang Xiaoting.
Through the gauze window earlier, she had assumed they were drinking tea, but now she could clearly see that the liquid in the cups was pure and translucent; it must be wine.
Jian Yiyun lowered her head, pondering how she could find a way to notify Steward Yan and relocate Lele.
Wasn't Qin Boyu helping Heizi? When Zhao Dehai was brought down earlier, Heizi had already been burning with rage, but back then they seemed to be in the middle of a strict crackdown, so they didn't dare make any major moves, ultimately missing the golden opportunity to rescue Zhao Dehai.
How could he not have felt it? In the past, he had never meddled in the mundane affairs of the mortal world, but what about now? He interfered in everything, whether it was his business or not, and showed a tendency to see things through to the very end.
Prior to today, he had announced to his colleagues that I had resigned, and now he used my cup to brew a cup of caramel macchiato for me. Did this mean he knew I would come today and was waiting for me? Suddenly, the question that had been poised on the tip of my lips felt unnecessary; some things were self-evident, so why bother relentlessly searching for the bottom of it?
Therefore, upon arriving at the subsidiary company, it had taken him only a single day to thoroughly understand every single detail.
A rich aroma of home-cooked food drifted from the room—not the elaborate dishes of a grand restaurant, but the ordinary meals of everyday life.
She had meticulously accounted for everything she could possibly explain, and indeed, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
I had just been filled with exasperation by Ye Feiqing earlier, and now I ran into Shen Chengchi. From morning until now, I had been tossed about for an entire morning in the blink of an eye. I hadn't even eaten breakfast, and on top of that, I had drunk three cups of wine on an empty stomach.
Ling Xuan knew that they needed to select the top ten most outstanding individuals, and since the number had now reached the upper limit, three more would definitely be eliminated. However, he had no idea what the format and rules would be.
Hearing that Li Shimin was merely giving him a slap on the wrist with no intention of punishing him, Wang Xingxin instantly grew bolder and resumed his pretentious posturing.
Of course, this was only the simplest type of mecha. Truly formidable mechas likewise required mechatronic warriors to use spiritual energy for micro-manipulation. For instance, the Getter Robo recently developed by the Federation required multiple mechatronic warriors to operate it simultaneously.
If this dipping sauce were given to them, they probably wouldn't even bear to eat it, just taking a sniff of it during each meal would be enough to finish their rice.
Since he had already decided to execute Plan B, Vlad naturally went straight to find the man who could help him test this plan—the most troublesome fellow on this ship.
After having a meal at the Cheng residence, Wang Xingxin took his leave and headed back. One simply couldn't linger in the Cheng residence; if he were to stay there for a few days, there was no telling how he would be exploited by that old goblin Cheng. Besides, he hadn't been to the military camp in two days, so it would be best to hand Li Er's leave pass over to Niu Jinda; otherwise, who knew what sort of torment he would suffer next.
Just as Cheng Chumou was about to ask admiringly how Wang Xingxin had captured Changsun Xiu's heart, a burst of sobbing broke the silence. Looking over at the sound, he saw that Blackwa was wiping away tears.
The Yin Qi had gathered naturally. The mountains were inherently damp, and the forest was excessively dense, making anyone walking through such a place feel entirely ill at ease. Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong remained vigilant of their surroundings; their origins as scouts made their instincts for danger far sharper than those of ordinary people.
The space gradually expanded, pointed at both ends and forming an irregular circle in the middle that spread outward, just like an opened eye, gazing at everything.