Chapter 50: Suspicion
Qin Yi's expression softened slightly, and he stared at Su Wan with his dark, deep eyes.
His entire face seemed to say: I am wronged, but I won't say a word.
He looked precisely like a mistreated little puppy.
It had to be said that Qin Yi had truly mastered the art of psychological tactics.
His performance was calibrated to absolute perfection.
He made it clear to Su Wan that he was unhappy, without overdoing it.
Clearly a tough guy, he now resembled a bullied punching bag.
Leaving Su Wan, the person involved, with no choice but to take the initiative and explain the whole sequence of events to him.
Huo Ling'er was well-accustomed to Xia Yang's shamelessness, but at this moment, she still couldn't help a twitch of her lips. Heavens let out a fart to blow up the Jade Emperor? Good grief! Could you possibly be any more shameless?
"What's so great about her anyway? Look at that haughty, holier-than-thou attitude." Listening to the rolling applause all around and watching Lu Renjia strut proudly back to her seat like a white swan, Hai Mimi muttered under her breath. All her envy, jealousy, and resentment were written plainly across her cute, naive apple face.
From this, it could be deduced that handling Mo Yan severely—even if not directly ordered by Hu Gaoshan—was at the very least known to him and tacitly approved.
"Snap!" With a single sword stroke, Li Wei sliced the police officer who had just shot at him straight in half at the waist, and in that instant, he felt his strength surge back into his limbs, completely restored.
Twenty moves had already passed, and beads of sweat had formed on Dang Jin's forehead. Yet Zhao Kuangyin had not launched a single counterattack, appearing instead even more composed and calm.
Early November in Seattle was still lush and green. Known as the Evergreen City, this largest metropolis in the American Northwest was also the hometown of Bill Gates, the globally renowned founder of Microsoft from her past life, and the Microsoft Corporation he created was just a stone's throw away. The air here was exceptionally moist, fresh, clean, and crystal clear.
A few pattering raindrops fell onto the tent. The color of the vault of heaven was utterly bizarre—a grayish-black tinged with a faint bronze, resembling colored glass on a window, yet draped in a layer of radiance as if the light outside were intensely blinding. A violent storm was imminent, and the sky was nearly pitch black. Fukui leaned back and lay down once more.
On the contrary, Western countries with scarcer resources and more mature land development harbored a sort of covetous eye toward China's vast and resource-rich territory. Even if they had no desire to occupy this land, the sheer fear of China's massive population migrating westward forced them to be on guard against China and erect numerous obstacles in its path.
"A holy beast? And reaching the peak pressure of a holy beast right at the moment of hatching? Have you ever even witnessed a holy beast hatching?" A trace of astonishment appeared on Jiang Feng's face.
After the meal, Dong Ninghe stayed home to take care of Haoran, while Lu Tianhui took Liu Shaofen and stepped out of the house.
The strength of magical beasts was immense; this door, which looked exceptionally sturdy, was blasted off its hinges by the beasts in just a few attempts.
Therefore, knowing full well that Mei Shuang suffered plenty of grievances at the hands of the imperial concubines, as long as things didn't make too big of a commotion, he had no wish to pursue the matter too deeply. After all, compared to the petty jealousies and rivalries of the inner palace, affairs of the outer court were far more important.
And the very next moment, her lower back was gripped tightly, and a force pulled her back, dragging her away from the edge and safely onto the cliff.
Abruptly, a chill ran down the back of his neck. Years of instinct told him that if he did not dodge right away, he would likely live to regret it bitterly.
Night Seven rode ahead on a fierce steed to find Fu Yiyun, while Hua Silang stayed behind to guide the way, the two parting ways before the mountain trail.
It was just that in the morning, one concubine's shoes had vanished, and two other concubines' shoes were found placed right outside their living quarters, plunging everyone into a state of panic and completely ruining any mood for further leisure.
He said this simply to make Yan Guangchen uncomfortable, seeing as Yan Guangchen had made him uncomfortable first.
Qian Pengju smiled and said, "This was chosen by my father, to engage in some affectation of refined taste. I simply never expected the Heir of Xiao to see through his origins at a single glance." Since Xiao Qingchen had unblocked his conception and governing meridians, Qian Pengju was naturally filled with boundless gratitude, and his words were dripping with utmost respect.