Chapter Forty-Nine: Counterattack

The next day, Chen Yuanshan came to pick up Xiaoxiu and dropped Luo Yan off at kindergarten along the way.
Bearing in mind the deep trauma inflicted on Chen Yuanshan the last time Huali took Luo Yan to kindergarten, Chen Yuanshan suggested that he would do the dropping off himself and Huali did not need to tag along.
Luo Yan eagerly asked Chen Yuanshan to hold her. Following his usual routine, Chen Yuanshan picked her up and went to knock on the neighbor's door.
Wu Cuihua, who was peeking through a crack in the door, gritted her teeth. Luo Shicheng was not at home, yet a man who came to see Huali dared to openly hold Luo Yan and knock on her door, while instead...

"Liancheng, didn't you say you have control over Wu Zheng? We might as well use him as an experiment this time to see if there is any effect." Jiang Yunwan suddenly looked at Liancheng.
She closed her eyes, wanting to fall asleep and leaving all decisions until she woke up, but sleep eluded her entirely.
However, Cang Yuchen beside her was always impervious to the outside world. Having just cast a subtle glance at her, the next moment Fu Yarong saw him looking at her again, his deep, dark gaze sweeping over her before lowering.
"Greetings, Elder Ouyang!" As soon as Dawu saw Ouyang Zhi, he immediately cupped his fists in a deeply respectful bow.
A low voice suddenly rang out by Captain Wang's ear, accompanied by a "swish" as a silver-glinting object flashed past his cheek, and a steel needle firmly embedded itself in the wall ahead.
Her gaze also fell upon Zhou Jin, causing two sets of eyes to turn simultaneously toward Jun Zilin.
Shortly after, the car door was slammed shut by someone who materialized out of nowhere, sealing the interior into a confined space.
"Because Zeng Xiurui is innocent. Since he knows nothing about the marble affair, he wouldn't go searching for that mountain of wealth. His focus is simply on these Zeng family courtyards right before his eyes!" Zhou Jin glanced sideways at his beloved consort and answered with a smiling expression.
Long after that, Tang Jiajin cut off almost all contact with the Tang family. Aside from unavoidable business interactions, his figure vanished from all other social gatherings. Even in business matters, he remained detached and polite.
The nocturnal breeze rustled through the banana grove, producing a rushing sound. After an unknown length of time, Yang Huaiping awoke from a state of serene and lucid clarity.
Fang Bingyan inadvertently glanced at the translucent, golden spiritual stone emitting a soft glow on her chest, and with a clever smile, she proactively offered her hot, sexy lips to Yang Huaiping.
She already understood Fang Zhihou's intention: he neither wanted to be taken advantage of by the Reta Group nor was he willing to spend a fortune.
Amid the demons' communication, the demonic army that had been besieging the Roane Fortress immediately pivoted and charged straight toward Lola and Keren.
The blinding sunlight made it momentarily difficult for him to open his eyes, but as he gradually adjusted, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking at a world made newborn by the rain. Yet, because he was already so aged, the scene conveyed not a sense of rebirth, but an inexorable march toward destruction.
The human powerhouses present were utterly shocked. This demon could actually speak the human tongue! And furthermore, he spoke of a supreme human powerhouse? Wasn't that an entity from the realm of myths?
With Yang Xianrong residing in the Pingyang Marquis's estate, what urgent business could her maid have to come all the way to the Prince Consort's residence to see Liu Jin? Thinking this with lingering suspicion, Li Lingyue maintained an expressionless exterior.
At that moment, however, her thoughts unexpectedly drifted to Shu Kui, and recalling the bone-chilling glare she had given Sesame that day, she didn't even dare to dwell on it further in her heart.
Peals of wild laughter, interwoven with a multitude of emotions, still echoed across the Demonic Realm and rang in the ears of countless beings.
Staff Officer Qiao said, pulling out a list to indicate the headcount, names, and specific situations. There were twenty-eight people in total, including Zhang Rui and every officer who attended the banquet, one for each.
The people under the Deputy Chief of the Western Helm had no time to formulate a new plan, because the scene had plunged into utter chaos.
Song Min slowly raised her head, squinting against the dazzling light, her eyes instantly turning bright and clear.
Seeing this, Yin Mutang could not suppress a smile. The way he polished off that bowl of congee didn't make him look like a righteous hero of legendary valor, but rather like a ruthless rice-devouring machine.