Chapter 93: A Stinging Reversal

Ever since Lu Yalan appeared, Zhao Dingsheng's gaze had not wandered elsewhere. With all his heart, he wished to make her stop and stay, paying no attention to his surroundings. He was entirely unaware of Ah Cao's kick until he was sent sprawling to the ground, the pain in his abdomen finally reminding him of what had just happened.

Lying on the ground, Zhao Dingsheng groaned in pain. Hong Xing, still unsatisfied, wanted to seize the chance to kick him a few more times, but seeing someone hurrying straight towards Zhao Dingsheng from behind, she had no choice but to restrain herself.

The Chen family residence, being a stand-alone home with its gate opening into a secluded alley rather than facing the street, was always quiet and peaceful. Sometimes, not a single passerby would appear before the gate all day. Yet, the world never lacks those who relish a spectacle. If Zhao Dingsheng lay at the entrance and refused to get up, it would not be long before a crowd gathered, pointing and gossiping.

It was widely known that the young master of the Zhao family was...

I do have some skill in cooking; at least, among the group of boys, I am confident. When I brought the dishes out, the three of them were still sitting on the sofa, waiting.

Thus, he decided to stop the others from continuing the contest and simply recounted all that Fang Zheng had done in the Hall of Discipline.

No matter what, the very first question Song Yian asked was about Song Tian’er. This showed that he was not entirely heartless. Sadly, unable to see past the bonds of love, he could only end up hurting his only kin.

Liu Feifei gazed at Shitou with utter admiration. At this moment, Shitou's status in her heart was unrivaled.

As for the auction, after Chu Feng bid four hundred thousand Sky Obsidian Stones, Lord Si Sen ceased bidding. Naturally, Chu Feng won the item.

“I just wonder if the chief and the others will manage today,” Shen Yan mused. This afternoon, he and Fang Liyuan had represented the police force to console the victims’ families and had yet to return.

At such a young age, his cultivation was on par with theirs. What’s more, if Ye Chen had not deliberately released his aura, the two of them would not have been able to discern his cultivation level at all.

I rolled to the side, slipped, and hit my head directly against the guardrail. The blow left me dazed. The Sick Tiger grabbed me by the collar, hoisted me up, and flung me onto the car roof. I landed hard, the impact knocking the wind out of me, and I lay there for a long time before I could catch my breath.

The young man’s body exuded a fresh, herbal scent more intoxicating than fine wine, sending her spirits soaring. His domineering yet gentle tongue invaded her mouth, plundering with such depth it felt as if he would swallow her whole. The lingering tenderness and attachment entwined her, making her willingly open herself further, eager to give even more.

Ye Chen, overjoyed, closed his eyes, but after waiting over ten seconds, nothing happened.

When Beiming Yuanying entered and saw Lu Nanyu, her expression darkened, her gaze chillingly sharp.

“Senior Sister, are we really going to the Divine Sealing Sect?” The junior sister’s voice trembled with barely suppressed excitement.

Once inside, riding the momentum, Shi Jingran rolled on the ground with Fu Qiqi in his arms for two full turns before coming to a halt. As soon as they stopped, Fu Qiqi scrambled off him, cheeks flushed red.

“Very good.” Lu Mofeng actually sneered. To think he had been so self-deluded, believing that Gu Qing had returned for his sake.

I plucked a bristle from the back of his neck. He cried out in pain—a sharp hiss—though he tried hard to stifle it, his whole body trembling.

Su Tong stared at the alchemical recipe for a long time before finally shaking her head. It was like an ant trying to shake a tree—she had the will, but not the strength. Reluctantly, she put the scroll away. Taking a few stalks of golden herbs from her storage ring, she flicked her right fingers, and the fire within the Rebirth Cauldron roared to life.

Her legs trembled so much that standing was nearly impossible; she almost collapsed to the floor. With a dark expression, she flopped back onto the bed, pulling the brocade quilt over herself until she was completely cocooned.

The people behind, unaware of what had happened, grew nervous when they saw those ahead retreating. Some villagers, eager for excitement, turned and fled to the back as well.

With this layer of pretense suddenly stripped away, Hou Qian felt that Hu Meiquan truly meant to drive her to her doom.

Lin Yixing sat with his back to the desk in the boss’s chair, fingers interlaced and tapping rhythmically—a clear sign that he was deep in calculation.

Prompted by Grey’s speech, Ryunosuke noticed that the black mud around the base of the giant tower was churning and bubbling in a most unnatural way, as if something were about to burst forth from beneath the earth.