Chapter 31

Not knowing what kind of skill it would bring, she thought that if it turned out to be useless, it might be better not to have it at all, as it could instead enhance her own abilities. Yan Jiaorou remained silent, yet she did not stop Eunuch Su from proclaiming the edict, completely disregarding Xu Yi’s words.

As for Zi Bingxin, though she had already comprehended her own domain, in the face of the other party’s overwhelming strength, her current level was still insufficient to contend with his law. Thus, she could not twist his rules to her will and could only resist with her most adept “breaking of the painting.”

“Jinzhi, he has already been defeated. Can’t you spare him?” Ran Yu asked, her face pale, and at the same time she turned, gazing at Lin’s silhouette outside the window.

Jiang “Lang” coughed a few more times and, struggling slightly, finally realized her hands and feet were bound with rope.

Though she did not know exactly what had happened at the time, she could not bear to be treated in such a fashion by Jie Ziwei.

“Mike was sent to the G Hospital earlier. He’s been recuperating there and only recently managed to walk again, but he still refuses to eat properly. The doctor suggested I bring him to see you, thinking it might improve his condition. Judging by how he looks now, he’ll definitely have a good meal when we get back today,” Lianlian said with a bright smile.

Though she had survived this crisis and had the Wang family’s protection, Luo Chen did not wish to live like this forever.

It was alliance season, but she had no intention of deceiving anyone, nor did she want any mishaps before the great battle.

Yue Qianxi gazed out the window, while Bai Jing watched her instead, his eyes unreadable, phoenix-shaped and slightly narrowed, lingering on the exposed curve of her neck.

It could only be Liu Li—there was no doubt! Tao Yan would never associate with vengeful spirits, and besides, Tao Yan knew nothing of medicine, yet this Tao Yan was now treating the old nun’s illness.

Of course, apart from Su Jinyan carrying Li Su into the villa, there were also the two of them clinging to each other “tenderly” at the airport.

“Uncle Erqiang's family slaughtered a pig and sent over a slab of pork belly and a length of blood sausage. Mama used the pork and sausage to make a delicious stew with pickled cabbage. Smell that? The aroma’s wafting all over the place!” Jinzhi and Jinan, the two sisters, exclaimed joyfully.

They all stood equally tall, their uniforms lending them an air both dashing and cold, and yet there was something oddly familiar in their features.

Such was page one.

This version of him instilled fear in her, even making her doubt whether this man was really Lu Beixiao.

Lu Yiheng’s five pale toes flexed and curled, the arch of his foot taut and veins bulging beneath the skin.

“Xixi, I won’t beat around the bush—I’d like to treat you to dinner today as thanks for looking after Qin Feng,” Liu Xiaofeng said.

“It’s fine, I’ll stay at the inn tonight and take the long-distance bus back tomorrow,” she replied lightly.

The barbecue party was lively, with many military families and officers taking part. Even the heavily pregnant Zhang Yujie, Kong Yuyao, and Liu Xiaomei joined the festivities.

Though their company, Flutter International, was primarily in media, it was still one of the top firms in City A. Apart from the Ye Group, who else could compete?

Every one of the corpses had several bullet wounds, blood oozing out to stain the snow beneath them.

When Chu Nan was dropped off by the taxi and entered a shop selling jade carving tools, the owner inside immediately greeted him enthusiastically, pitching all sorts of tools.

But if their opponent was so powerful, why set up such an arrangement around them? Was it just a game to him?

During the scene just now, he had felt a strange sense of familiarity about him, as if he were Ye Lingxuan himself.

After paying the bill, Ye Lingxuan carried Shen Ruiqian and, together with Su Xi, brought the meal prepared for Shen Huanhuan back to the hospital.

“How much of a stake do you want? We can negotiate,” Yamaguchi Mu drew a breath, barely sealing his vital point, and spoke through gritted teeth.

If Su Xi were just a bit more obedient, his heart would melt in an instant—how could he possibly lose control like today?

Thinking of Chu Xi, Li Hong’s already soft heart grew even gentler. He quietly pulled something out and held it in his palm.

Such was page two.

Manniang, summoning her courage, asked, “Madam, will we be able to get our house back?” Everything else could be managed, but if they lost their home, where would the family live?

Leqi, who had been quietly observing, couldn’t help but stroke his chin—how do you know they’re bandits for sure? Perhaps they’re just advance teams from another alien nation, just like these extraterrestrials before us.

As a student of the Film Academy, Susu was well aware of the stature the Golden Dragon Awards held in the film industry.

Whether it was the rich vitality exuded by the Laurel Tree or the immense spiritual energy contained in a single drop of jade dew, these were things they had never before witnessed.

The week-long audition finally drew to a close. On Monday morning the following week, those who had passed the Hellfire Entertainment interview, following the instructions in the text message, gathered in a bright, spotless conference room on the thirtieth floor of the Wenluo Building.

“Well then, it seems I really am a high school student now,” the Blackhand Commando murmured, glancing down at his own hands.

Yu Xi said, “Brother You is ignoring you because he’s still angry. If you apologize to her, he’ll forgive you once his anger subsides.” Although both siblings were at fault this time, Brother You had suffered greatly, so Liu’er would have to bow her head first.

Liang Zhidan, holding a stick, walked up to the burly man, raised the stick horizontally in both hands, and, with a forceful bend—crack!—snapped it in two.

The stories Abe Taishin had once told him while he rested always took the human perspective, painting the demons as faithless betrayers.

“Master Gu, you’re far too polite. If there’s ever anything I can help with, please say the word.” Over on this side, Gu Qingyun and Wang Bo were wrapping up their conversation. After all, they were on the deck, with many others watching, so they only exchanged a few words before he nodded to Wang Jiajun and took his family ashore.

Gu Qingyun understood his muttering all too well. Wasn’t Xie Changting’s son simply the inheritor of his good looks? Was there any need to be so cryptic about it?

There was no great improvement in her body, but she felt a faint warmth. Anmi’er smiled faintly—at least it wasn’t all for nothing.

Such was page three.