Chapter 101: With Emotional Intelligence Like Yours, It's No Wonder You Can't Find a Wife
Nestling close to his ear like a delicate bird, she whispered, “You don’t mind if I put on a little show for them, do you?”
Shen Liangyan glanced sideways at Tang Yan, who was a head shorter than him, his smile deep and enigmatic.
“I don’t mind.”
Just as cream was spread across Xu Yu’s face, the customer’s bell rang.
Xu Yu quickly glanced outside through the glass and wiped the cream from her face…
The entire tree stood intact, yet at its top were clear signs of trampling. Tied above was a black stone, from which dense miasma continuously seeped forth.
“Breaking them up?” Zhang Ying hadn’t given that matter a second thought, but now, at this very moment, An Ran confronted her with that question.
Zhao Wuji had harbored some suspicions already; upon hearing this, his demeanor sharpened slightly as he furtively surveyed the surroundings.
“Shishi, what are you thinking about?” Ji Shulin raised a hand, waving it before Yan Shishi’s face until she snapped back to attention, then gently inquired about her thoughts.
On the road, Liu Chengfeng sipped from his gourd of wine, his mind replaying the recent scenes and images.
Having been chased by snakes three times before, he’d grown furious at the mere sight of one but had never found the chance to vent his anger. Now, seeing a snake, he was determined to take it out.
Their gazes shifted to Chen Feng’s face. At this moment, he appeared remarkably calm, a demeanor not befitting someone so young.
Hearing this, Madam An lowered her head in quiet disappointment. She said nothing but softly dabbed at her tears with a handkerchief. Though reluctant to part, she also wished for Xiao Le’er to see the world beyond.
An hour later, the group of burly men and other tribesmen who first discovered Ye Chen arrived before the grand house. Led by a man in a white robe, they hurried inside. It was only after a solid half-hour that they reemerged, gliding the serpent’s tail alongside Huo Wu as they exited.
Wang Ruolei said nothing but glanced timidly at Pan Xiaoqing, as if trying to gauge her thoughts.
The fear of death brought a cold sweat to Mo Feng’s brow. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined facing the barrel of a gun—let alone a sniper rifle.
No wonder it was Old Hei; just recovering from such a state, instead of expressing relief, he immediately started teasing.
After leaving the Bamboo Garden, Steward Li’s unease grew. The thing he’d seen was no coincidence. If it had flown there by accident, how could it have chosen the Bamboo Garden out of the vast city lord’s manor? And, most unsettling of all, it had vanished inside Song Mo’s room.
The view was expansive and open, uplifting the spirit. Within sight were numerous vessels training, while many fishing boats, laden with their catch, were returning home.
This was an exquisitely elegant room, filled with a faint, intoxicating fragrance that enveloped the senses.
This world felt as vivid and real as the two triple-star trials he had experienced.
“Is the next scene about finding the parents?” Rilian mused leisurely, as if a thought had just occurred to him.
Against all odds, he transformed the impossible into the possible, following a flying kick with an incredibly dazzling ultimate move.
“Don’t worry. With Chongming here, are you still concerned about our safety?” Sima Youyue said confidently.
The sky darkened, and the temple lay silent. Suddenly, two “cuckoo” calls echoed. The two Jin Yi Wei guards beside Old Tan exchanged a knowing glance and nodded slightly. The man frowned, sensing something amiss, and pondered where the problem lay.
Tang Ya closed her eyes, trembling as she took a deep breath, then very slowly extended her hand to lift her clothing.
“Everyone, put down your guns!” Jason’s face betrayed no hint of emotion as he scanned the crowd and spoke the words slowly.