Volume One Main Text_Chapter 47 The Dead Crone

What a pity. The promised couple’s bath—Pei Zihao was really clumsy. But now, with no reporters around, this situation was more than enough to wound Xi Chenxi.

Doctor Li was momentarily stunned. Looking at Lin Manni, who was being supported by Liu Wen, he thought to himself that this fellow was quite lucky—he had just witnessed the most heated love triangle drama online in person.

After he spoke, an awkward tension filled the stage while murmurs and whispers spread among the audience below. Xia Yaoyao silently popped a dried apricot into her mouth, still finding this person as disagreeable as ever.

After all they had been through, the two had finally reached another milestone in life, prompting everyone to celebrate their union.

It was less that the prosperous city of A City had made the Feng family great, and more that the Feng family had shaped A City into the thriving metropolis it was today.

Could there be such a fortuitous thing in this world? Even if the studio continued operating, they wouldn’t give them a single penny more.

Yet when it came to strength, things became somewhat ambiguous. Lin Xiao felt that the Thunder Bird was the most ferocious—not because possessing one meant it was powerful, but objectively speaking.

Ling Mo approached with tenderness, lifting Ling Baolu, who had fainted by Qi Yu’s grave, from the ground.

Mrs. Cui scrutinized Ji Liunian with a piercing gaze that made her uneasy; no one would feel comfortable under such critical eyes, but good manners kept her silent.

Once so familiar with dining out daily with friends, he now often accompanied her to eat at the school cafeteria and eagerly competed to pay the bill.

“Are you really nothing with Xing Feng? Then why did he help you like that?” He brought up the old topic again.

As Patch’s voice sounded once more, Old Atley slowly came back to himself, turning to gaze at Patch with an indescribable respect on his white-haired face.

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My nose tingled, and I felt uneasy inside. I knew the truth about this matter too. But later, the kindness Jiang Ciyun showed me—I didn’t believe it was all an act. What could he gain from using me? From the first day I met him, it was always him helping me.

Following Patch’s pointed finger, I saw in his teacup a dozen crimson leaves floating like droplets of blood, and even the brewed tea bore a blood-red hue.

“Go away. I don’t want to see you ever again.” I angrily grabbed a full bucket of water beside him in one go, but the handle suddenly snapped, and water spilled everywhere, soaking both our pants.

Sun Meiping glared fiercely at Chen Tianyi. Catching her gaze, Chen Tianyi turned sharply, his eyes tightening suddenly, making Sun Meiping quickly avert her eyes in fright.

My face flushed deeply as I tried to leave, but a hand quietly grabbed mine beneath the table—it was Jiang Ciyun’s.

Chen Tianyi was startled and dared not move, aware that many police surrounded them. If the bomb really detonated, the casualties would be more than just him and Huo Yongping.

Qiu Ming was merely stalling for time. He said woodcraft couldn’t be disturbed while in progress, so this skinning task would surely keep people away.

Seeing Tian Ci so confident, Ma Jie nodded. He had another thought—since the other side sought her out, he couldn’t just wait to be slaughtered. At worst, he and Tian Ci would join forces and fight them to the end.

Han Fei was once again speechless. His previous eloquence seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Jiao Yuanze casually clapped his hands, then with a water-element spell summoned a water column to carefully wash his hands.

He naturally knew the Maybach was sturdy. After being crushed and deformed by the billboard, the doors and windows were likely warped and impossible to open.

Before he could finish speaking, his finger twitched slightly, and a black short sword sprang from his storage artifact.

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“I saw this coming!” Yang Huiqing was crystal clear in her mind. She knew exactly what Feng Qian intended, but now, she could do nothing—only watch helplessly as Feng Qian slowly devoured her company.

“Born with a sword bone, destined for the sword!” Just when Han Fei was unsure whether to leave, a hollow voice suddenly echoed.

The Mongol soldiers, hearing Jebe’s command, attacked even more fiercely, recklessly charging at the man. After slaying several fearless soldiers, the man was eventually overcome by the Mongol forces.

Before the former could speak, the latter released his grip and began retrieving the Eastern Emperor Bell, speaking coldly.

“Although Lu Su is not part of the Sun clan, he clearly remembers that when the old lord was alive, the Sun clan’s descendants were self-disciplined, strict with themselves, and magnanimous. While not everyone admired the Sun clan, most respected them. They were nothing like the infamous reputation they have now,” Lu Su said calmly.

If the Night Shadow didn’t even know the Sikong family, there was no need to continue this ‘business’ discussion. If he did know, Night Shadow would need the courage to proceed.

Riding on the masked man’s imposing presence, I straightened my back and walked with dignity behind him, receiving the disciples’ “kowtows.” Especially when passing Lu Dabing, I deliberately snorted heavily, provoking him to shoot me two knife-like glances.

Because the distance was great, his gaze went unnoticed by number 18, allowing him to shamelessly steal glances at her.

Regarding their thoughts, Wang Jie merely smiled. After all, such matters were a matter of luck; no one truly knew what lay beneath.

“You should pay your rent. Otherwise, why would I come here? To let you take advantage?” Jin Meiren spoke as boldly as ever.