Chapter 98: The Moonlight Is So Beautiful Tonight

Xu Yu blinked her almond eyes, both clever and innocent.
“Of course not, Third Master is my golden ticket.”
Shen Liangyan also smiled, but his peach blossom eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless pool.
Xu Yu didn’t want him to keep pestering her. She grabbed a handful of her hair in both hands, lifted it, and blew a stream of bubbles toward him.
The bubbles stuck to Shen Liangyan’s eyes. Taking advantage of the moment, she broke free from him and turned her head to rinse her hair under the shower.
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The entrance of the Pei family residence was in utter chaos. Perhaps fearing the situation would turn fatal, old Pei—who had kept his doors tightly shut ever since the Li family came to make trouble—finally appeared.
The Elder of Tianquan was famous in Wanfa Sect for his hatred of evil. Now, witnessing such a heart-wrenching tragedy take place right before her, she could not accept the thought of sharing a bed with a man she felt nothing for. Although He Zhan was serving in the army and unable to come home at present, there was no telling when he might stay overnight. If he wished to share her bed, it would be reasonable—she couldn’t very well kick him out. The best solution was for her to leave the eastern wing voluntarily.
Yang Bo nodded. Whether it was refurbishing the old production line or building a new one, it made little difference to him.
They had been digging that grave with nerves on edge. Now that someone finally suggested “retreat,” how could they not agree?
“I... I was out of my mind at the time. Xiao Zhensheng had given him poison, and I didn’t expect him to wake up again.”
Two thick slabs of pork fat, each three fingers wide, were brought in, along with a whole pig’s head, bundles of red and white sugar, wheat noodles, several bolts of printed cotton, and a sturdy stack of quilts. The matchmaker herself carried a plate piled high with cash, parading it all the way.
Even if she wanted to upgrade, she would wait until after the competition. After all, she had reserved this positive energy for self-defense.
For example, yesterday, Liu’s mother had prepared a dozen pickled cabbage and pork crackling buns. The further north they traveled, the colder it got—there was no fear these would spoil in a few days.
Tan Zhuo lifted her face, her eyes brimming with mist. The air here was wonderfully fresh, but the sky seemed a little hazy—hopefully, it wouldn’t start raining all of a sudden.
“I plan to go to Fuyao City and Chao Ge City to meet Di Tian and Xi Men Wushuang. If possible, I want to meet Chu Xiaoran from Yinshan Academy as well. After that, I’ll head west,” I said.
By evening, as the sun dipped in the west, the group took a boat across the Yuan River to the outskirts on the other side.
Ignoring manners and courtesy, the three of us squeezed in, examining the bronze galloping horse from every angle. I took out my phone and compared it to the photos—no matter how I looked at it, it was exactly the same from every perspective.
Although I held both security and military credentials, the chance to speak directly with a high-ranking military figure was an extraordinary resource.
Because here, it was impossible to cultivate as we did in the main world. Our physical bodies weren’t here—how could we possibly train? That was utter nonsense.
The mountain gate’s array—Hundred Hands Tathagata—was Wang Meng’s ultimate move, yet the vampires shattered it with a single effortless blow. It seemed today, as the vampire had threatened, the entire Wang Meng would indeed be buried beneath Yandang Mountain.
“Yang Yun Song, after leaving here, entered Kunlun Mountain three years later and joined the Jade Emperor Sect. Wasn’t it Yang Yun Song who brought this place’s secret to the Jade Emperor Sect?” my eldest brother sneered.
“And who is this?” Yuan Xingyun asked. His voice was calm and steady—he knew anyone calling this private number had to be an old acquaintance.
The car drove into a military airport, where Wang Dao’s private jet waited. It was freshly renovated and luxuriously appointed. Zhang Liang and the others were lucky enough to join him, returning together to Yanxia.
Zhao Kang stared furiously at Qin Lang, a voice echoing in his mind as he muttered to himself.
Wang Yanmei looked at her son. Dong Cixun was colder than ever, never smiling, and she felt even more guilty inside. She planned to travel to America in search of her former daughter-in-law to apologize, hoping she might give her son another chance. The greatest regret of her life was failing her son.