Young Master, You Can't Do That 09

Gong Qianzhi stared fixedly at Mo Zili, clutching the Nine-Glass Bead tightly in her hand, her eyes brimming with unadulterated hatred. This bead was the lifeline of the Nine-Glass Lamp; had she not arrived in time to snatch it away, would he truly have gone through with it?

After Li Jinglai and Xia Xiaohua left, Wu Ziyu sat down and finished the pot of still-warm tea.

However, Wu Ziyu was a scholar of peerless erudition, and at a single glance, he discerned the extraordinary arrangement of the nine praying mats.

Giving Lu Jun no chance to catch his breath, Dragon Five charged again. Seeing the renewed attack, Lu Jun braced himself in a defensive posture.

With a wave of her magnificent snow-white robes, thousands of petals scattered and swirled in the wind. The two of them vanished into thin air amidst the floral rain, only to descend from the sky once more into a surrounding sea of churning magma.

"Before leaving, to purge the sect of a few malignant tumors is the final contribution I can make to it," Fang Chen said thus.

"What is this thing?" Pair after pair of eyes stared in utter dismay at the cluster of grey flames flickering in the center of the double-layered lotus leaves surrounding Fang Chen. At that moment, under the aura of those grey flames, the talented disciples of Tianwu Academy all stepped back in unison.

That night in Jiuge was another downpour. Through the curtain of night and rain, a figure in white could be faintly discerned holding a red paper umbrella as she walked into a certain palace. Amidst the pattering and chaotic sound of the rain, the heavy thud of doors opening and closing was completely masked.

"Yes, yes! I know, Auntie, I promise this is the very last time!" As she spoke, her eyes never left the banknotes in the wet nurse's hands.

With that, he lost all remaining patience, swung his long arm, and hurled the person in his grasp directly away.

Had it not been for those words spoken to Nangong, she would still have been blind to the truth. She realized now that all these years she had been entirely in the wrong; she should never have made her son atone for his father's sins.

Instead of backing off, the reporters grew even more excited, practically trying to shove their microphones down the master's throat.

Yuan Shuo had always been called Lord Shuo, but in truth, his appearance was far from old—on the contrary, he was quite young. Being just over twenty years old, how old could he possibly look? It was merely that his usual presence and authority were so overwhelming that people failed to notice his youth.

Tang Xihan gazed coldly at the few men who had entered. Among them was Huo Yexu, master of the Splendid Embroidery Manor, and another was the current crown prince, Tang Jinli, followed by a handful of young staff officers and officials.

Could it be Mei Ruoxue? She recalled that there seemed to be a betrothed engagement between them; could it be that he still had not forgotten her?

Tang Zinuo knew very well that he was being deliberately difficult, but he simply could not help himself. Over the past two years, the student council president had grown increasingly exceptional. Although Xiu Qiqi sat above him as a pressure point, he felt not the slightest shadow of gloom, and had even gone so far as to plan a new curriculum with Xiu Qiqi as the primary lecturer.

Qiao Chu searched for a long time without finding Zhou Liangping, having no idea where the fellow had run off to.

He merely tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table. Knowing this habit of his, Han Zhou understood that whenever he did this, he was weighing matters in his mind.

"Li Ru is a good person; her heart is actually quite kind. In the past, I always heard people say how bad and ruthless she was, but when I begged her twice, she was willing to let you all off. Would an ordinary person do that? They would have killed you outright! Besides, Li Ru knows so many powerful and influential people; crushing our family to death would be as easy as stepping on an ant to her."

"It's a pity neither of us has an agent or anything like that, otherwise they could help plan things out for us," Su Ran sighed.

Across past lives and this one, Shen Liuer had never heard such vicious insults. Instantly, she trembled all over with rage, her eyes flushed red.

No sooner had they stepped out of Qingyao Peak than they were captured by Yan Hongying, spilling the entire sequence of events without even needing to be interrogated.

I thought I had dealt with the thing, but to my surprise, the mass of "candle wax" consumed by the flames seemed to possess a life of its own, rolling frantically across the ground and emitting a sizzling sound as a charred, acrid odor filled the air.

With that, Xuan Xiangzi and Second Dad split up—one heading to the east of the village and the other to the west—and quickly vanished into the night.

I silently told myself that if Gao Qiongli were truly gone, I would gladly pay with my life; I was most certainly willing to pay with my life.

In truth, I just wanted to get some fresh air and recover my strength; I had been thoroughly tormented by my wife over these past few days.

"You..." Li Meng fell silent. She wanted to retort, but she feared that the other party would strengthen the binding silk technique, rendering all her efforts over the past few days completely wasted.

On the surface, they acted amiable and sought mutual support, while in their minds they were actually scheming how to cleanly murder others, or how to avoid being murdered themselves.

By this time, my wife was already beneath me, but my mouth was sealed by her finger.

However, Siena's midfielder also sensed the immense pressure bearing down on him from Emerson nearby. Although the opponent did not extend a foot to tackle the ball at his feet, there was a looming, intangible presence—as if the slightest lapse in attention would result in an immediate turnover of possession.

Regardless of whether they felt fear, the old sword master Wang Yue himself was not particularly keen on coming out to throw his weight around. Thirty years ago, he had already died by the sword of his eldest disciple, Gongsun Qu'e, and after He Ying transformed into Empress He, his remaining desire to pass down the tradition of swordsmanship had died as well.