Chapter 64

Lu Mingyu felt herself being pressed down into the sofa, and in the next second, a masculine aura washed over her face.

The original three family heads all gasped. The head of the Jin family happened to know about salt coupons because his primary household also had the ability to acquire them, though they were extremely difficult to obtain and required greasing palms at all levels.

The Qin state coexisted with the Northern Di, resulting in an abundance of cattle, sheep, and, naturally, dairy products. Zhu Xiang finally managed to make cream and butter, and prepared a cream cake for Zichu.

Some people chanted "Amitabha," others prayed to God, and the bolder ones stepped closer.

Every time, they had to practice for half an hour first. Once the practice was over, everyone felt much more motivated to work, as if their muscles and joints had been thoroughly loosened up.

Turning her head, Lu Mingyu saw him leaning casually against the wall, looking at her while casually spinning a White Ghost car key on his fingertips.

As if endowed with consciousness, the chain quieted down instantly upon hearing Wang Qiusheng's words, finally turning transparent once more and vanishing into the void.

The room was filled with a buzzing hum of conversation. With the snow falling heavier and heavier in Yunjing, and seeing that everyone had lost the will to work, Fang Tian simply waved his hand and treated everyone to milk tea.

Every time, she would stealthily hide away, only leaving satisfied after witnessing with her own eyes the prince picking up what she had discarded and bringing it back to the Cold Palace.

Zhu Xiang gave a dry cough, refusing to admit it. No matter what, wasn't his mental age somewhat older than Lin Zhi's?

Yet, upon closer reflection, aside from the initial period when he blamed his eldest brother's misfortune on Xiao Lang and loathed him to the core.

"Have you not heard a single word I said? I said absolutely not!" Furious at the sight, Liu Yili leapt down from the clouds and placed herself before Shen Feng.

She secretly glanced at Ye Mo. After all, he was rumored to be someone only slightly inferior to those two supreme geniuses. Even so, he would probably only be able to condense a third-grade domain.

***

Hardly knowing how much time had passed, A-zhong felt his consciousness growing increasingly hazy, much like falling asleep. He could remember nothing of what followed, and when he finally woke up, he had already returned home.

Receiving confirmation, the five of them did not hesitate at all. Almost simultaneously, they raised their hands and directly gathered a majestic surge of spatial force.

Brother Xu made a phone call. After a short while, the call connected, and he asked a few brief questions before telling me that the man claimed his wife had become a nun, and he had no idea where she was currently located.

"You!" Princess Fei crossed her hands to parry, her iron claws instantly bending. Her eyes widened slightly, and leveraging the palm force, she leaped backward.

Tong Chenchen thought of this and reached out to pull Shu Nuanqing, only to see Shu Nuanqing tightly burying her face in her hands. Even though the surrounding reporters had long since dispersed, she maintained that posture.

Black-belly adjusted the bridge of his glasses. Although he had long outgrown the need for them, he had never once taken them off.

Zuo Suhan had not slept all night. After leaving the scene of the incident in the early hours of the morning, he had gotten into Chocolate's car and remained seated there ever since.

All of this happened in a split second. The moment those three bamboo slips shattered, this wave of resentment suddenly erupted, giving the distinct impression that it had exploded simultaneously with the bamboo slips.

He was once again reminded of a little over a year ago, back when Qianyu was still Charlotte, and of the devastating impact that sudden, ferocious fire had on the already somewhat aloof young man. He did not even dare to imagine what would become of him if he were allowed to continue suppressing his emotions.

I listened in silence. Initially, I even suspected I was suffering from auditory hallucinations because the sound of the whip had ceased, but then, abruptly, the sound rang out once again.

The power of human bloodlines brought him an immense surprise. Such a formidable genetic bloodline was something he simply had to mine thoroughly, yet for now, short of relying on the golden super potion, he had no way to activate his hidden bloodline powers.

Fei Yi's puzzlement was also Zhao Chen's puzzlement. Presiding over the late lord's funeral offered tremendous personal benefits. If one managed such a ritual exceptionally well, it would earn high regard among the other clan members, thereby strengthening one's own voice and weight within the lineage.

When she finally snapped out of her trance, she discovered several pairs of eyes in the household staring straight at her, causing her face to flush slightly.

***

I gave a slight, agreeing nod. At that moment, I also noticed two men in a distant corner turning their heads to look in our direction.

"Arrows?!" The instant he recognized what that streak of cold light was, Conan shouted with a trace of disbelief.

"Attack!" At Qin Haonan's command, Yingying and Xiongxiong rushed forward together. The two of them and one pet formed a single line, effectively blocking the passageway so that the rat demon could not possibly harm the people behind them.

"Because everyone has transmitted their power to me, both I and my divine beast were able to achieve a breakthrough amidst adversity." Wu Xiaoyao hovered in mid-air, confronting Situ Xionghiong face-to-face across the sky.

Yet his explanation felt somewhat like protesting too much, only deepening my suspicions. Still, there was no time to pursue the matter now.

His eyes flickered with a hazy glow. The dark-jade pupils, so deep they seemed bottomless, looked extraordinarily mesmerizing. Had it not been for our previous conflict, I might well have fallen under the spell of such beautiful, luminous, and evocative eyes. What a pity that he had destroyed all of that with his own hands.

After lunch, Ding Changsheng drove Xie Heyang to the mountain site where road construction was underway. With the New Year just past, the mountains lacked vitality and presented a desolate appearance everywhere, but the one saving grace was the wonderful quality of the air—crisp, clean, and refreshing.

As he was pondering how to deal with the fearless gang members shortly, a group of figures hurried urgently toward the direction of the private room.

On the contrary, Deng Wanywan—who looked delicate, frail, and suffered from one cold or cough after another the entire journey—had managed to persevere. Although she never dared to learn horseback riding alongside Wei Changying and Gu Rouzhang, she watched mountains and rivers march past beneath her feet from the comfort of the carriage window.