Chapter 62: A Single Tear Speaks Louder Than a Thousand Words
"Ahem." Lin Xiyu fanned the air with her hand, trying to dispel the heat from her cheeks. Grandmother’s sudden words made her increasingly embarrassed, the blush spreading from her face down her neck, and even threatening to go further.
"Did you hear me clearly?" Grandmother, still uneasy, repeated her question.
"I heard you clearly." Lin Xiyu’s cheeks burned.
"Don’t think Grandmother is nagging; I truly mean well for you."
"Are you concerned? Did you offend someone here? Or do you have any enemies?" Hua Zhanshan was curious as well.
Who wouldn’t wish for harmony in their family? Yet now such a situation had occurred, and even if she wanted to stay, she couldn’t! The Gu family was prominent and influential; how could they tolerate something so disgraceful to their reputation?
"Hehe, because I have nowhere to live in City B, and also, Brother Mingyu, please don’t use that special skill next time, it’ll harm your body." Bing Lan didn’t want Ye Ming to suffer any more injuries; to her, Ye Ming was like an elder brother, always caring for her in every way.
"Can you understand it?" Gu Zhefeng, seeing her radiant smile, seemed infected by it, and the gloom between his brows dispersed.
What comforted Zhao Jingdong even more was that since Li Scarface opened his new shop, his income had soared, and he became more spirited. Even his movements grew more nimble, and with newfound wealth, he’d caught the eye of a very beautiful sales clerk at his shop, and things were looking promising between them.
Everyone followed closely, leaving the Martial Arts Hall. Ji Yaoguang did not go along, as she hadn’t participated in the Divine Guard selection.
"Besides him, there’s you! You sent people this morning to smash things at Grandma’s house and even injured her. Isn’t that so?!" Yan Ke, hearing the denial, grew even angrier, showing Manager Wang no courtesy.
Moreover, Fang Ziyao was a disciple of the Cloud Dust Sect, and Fang Botao had been completely ruined by Fang Chen. No matter how you looked at it, the Cloud Dust Sect seemed destined to become the Fang family’s enemy. With such a powerful adversary, the Fang family could hardly feel at ease.
Chen Yuxin’s background was unknown to Lu Jun, but his instincts told him she was by no means ordinary—perhaps her family was even more impressive than Wang Tao’s.
She knew well that Lan Yanfeng was not as decent as he seemed; she’d just praised him, and he immediately revealed his fox’s tail.
Mu Da was adamant that Ye Ning could not possibly be associated with an organization as high-end as GT.
Ye Qiu shook his head slightly and stepped first into the martial arena, where the sound of light shouts echoed. It was a surprising day; rarely seen Li Jiang Ling’er was also there, training and sparring with others.
Jin Peng looked at the scene, knowing he’d be up for another night of drinking. His body had been exhausted these past days, and he couldn’t handle much more.
Ye Qiu practiced tirelessly, unleashing dozens of Wind Blades, exhausting all his innate strength, yet he still couldn’t grasp the secret of it.
He withdrew his hand, a faint smile appearing on his face. As he expected, the power of the Sword Embryo made practicing other martial skills much more effective, and its might was not much inferior to the inherited innate prototype.
The car at the front opened quickly; Mu Eight and Mu Seven got out together, left and right, then proceeded to open the rear door as well.
Fang Xiachu was simply being proud and wanting to be coaxed. Qiao Shen’s cooperation made her feel embarrassed; moreover, the Tiguan L was a large SUV, and it was her first time driving such a big vehicle. For a beginner like Fang Xiachu, it was impossible not to be nervous.
At that moment, she saw someone behind pulling another person, seemingly searching for something.
And there is no better way in the world to train a team than directly on the battlefield. Though casualties would be high, those who survived would be seasoned and invaluable talents.