Chapter 71: Pierced to the Heart, My Friend

"That's true..." Wang Fan slapped his forehead, suddenly enlightened. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"With that muddled brain of yours, what can you think of besides chasing girls?" Gu Bin laughed in exasperation. "Even romance requires brains. You can't just throw money around and ignore other people's feelings. That's why your emotional intelligence is so low—you don't even understand this basic principle. No wonder the only women circling around you are gold-diggers. Not a single one is sincere..."

A pair of bloodshot eyes fixed on the burly male prison guard; pale lips moved soundlessly.

"How did you get in touch with him? Never mind, just stay in Korea for now. There's still some time before you leave the country. Give him your phone; I have a few words for him." Liu Nanfeng glanced at her watch. Had she only managed to contact him after two days there? Had she eaten? Was her foot still hurting? Was her stomach bothering her? Where was she staying at night?

The sound of a voice not heard for years reached Li Zaixin's ears. His tranquil heart was pierced through in that instant; he closed his eyes tightly for a moment, then snapped them open, a chill of astonished sorrow rising within.

"Never heard of it." Watching his reaction, Liu Nanfeng felt as if the suppressed blood vessels in her heart were about to burst.

Lu Tianyu shoved the burnt toast into his mouth, earning a satisfied nod from Ina. She wore an expression that said this was exactly how one should enjoy life, making the nearby guards not only drool, but also look on enviously, sharing glances.

In that instant, clouds of tension stiffened Yun Qinghong's entire body. An expression of disbelief flashed across his face; his eyes trembled violently, and his hands shook even more.

In the imperial harem, Li Shishi stood in the imperial garden, clad in white and bathed in milky moonlight, as radiant and enchanting as a fairy from the moon palace.

"Whether it's upsetting or not, you'll know when you see her. Don't expect me to handle everything for you." Su Wen spoke with a calm air, sighing in disappointment at the other's embarrassed look.

When Jiang Minchun came out, her head was bowed, hands and feet shackled. When she saw her, she glared with her protruding eyes, then grinned, revealing yellowed teeth like a beast.

Moments ago, he had seen the Yellow Emperor and the others kneeling in front of the offering table, silently praying together. He felt that the sovereign truly toiled for the sake of his people, exhausting heart and soul, never resting day or night. A wave of sympathy welled up from the depths of his heart.

"You—tch—why don't you just go kill the bearded guy, then claim you lost track of him and find your own way back? Otherwise, I'll put some poison on you and you can take your time curing it on your return." Lin Yumeng asked, sounding rather eager.

"Who are you?" Startled, I sat up at once. I looked carefully—good heavens, wasn't this Sun Wukong?

Xiao Xiang gazed steadily at his profile, an unfamiliar feeling rising in her heart. She tried to shake it off and turned her head to look out the window. At that moment, a song drifted in, its melody and lyrics as familiar as old friends.

Outside Flower City, the figure of Nightwind slowly appeared. He smiled distantly at the city, though it was unclear what amused him. The moment Nightwind emerged, Han Bing sensed it, turned immediately to stare outside the city walls, worry etched across her face.

He didn't spare Meng Fan a glance, sipping his tea lightly as he played chess with himself, perfectly at ease.

At this rate, if they didn't find a way to help her once and for all, they'd have to take her everywhere they went.

"Alright, I understand," Han Shoushan replied, eyes shining. Lin Yumeng's name was already legendary, and apparently, she was the object of his son's affections. Unfortunately, his son's rival was Han Bing; Han Shoushan truly had little faith in his boy.

Su Quan still didn't know who had fired that shot, or what the shooter's relationship with Su Yang was, or why they'd chosen to help him. He couldn't figure out, either, how the shooter knew they were lying in ambush outside the chapel, waiting to assassinate Su Yang.

Just as everyone was discussing tactics, a burst of static suddenly came through every team member's radio, as if someone was trying to communicate with them.