Chapter Fifty-Two: Her Embarrassment in the Open

Watching Song Tang’s focused expression, Mu Changxiao’s previously stern face softened slightly.

“What is Madam doing? Why aren’t you asleep so late?”

Song Tang looked up, a hint of fatigue on her face. “I’m reviewing the household accounts and the servant roster.”

“Look at it tomorrow. No need to rush. Take your time to get familiar with everything,” Mu Changxiao said, his tone tinged with emotion, though not directed at her.

Song Tang recalled what Madam Mu had said earlier that day.

Maitreya possessed the cultivation level of a Great Dao Golden Immortal. At that moment, faint Buddhist chants drifted through the air, containing a seductive divine melody. Without the innate Five Elements and Five Colors divine light flashing about, the townsfolk might well have regarded Maitreya’s words as profound truths.

That man was Niu Gao. Following the direction of his finger, they saw in the distance a brilliant blaze surrounded by a cluster of houses like stars attending the moon. Guards patrolled everywhere, the glint of weapons and armor flickering intermittently.

Qi Cuilan saw us descend and quickly called out, saying she had reserved a table for us over there.

Several venomous centipedes were easily severed by Commander Lin’s blade, their green innards splattering everywhere. The fierce flames scorched the viscous liquid, sending up waves of blue smoke. The foul stench of burning venomous centipede innards wafted along with the smoke.

Technically, both creatures possessed special abilities and should have been treated equally. But why was there a difference? Why did more than half of ordinary people harbor disgust toward mutants?

Although unspoken, he had deployed Hawk-Eye Intelligence to infiltrate the Great Wall, aiming to retrieve maps and defense information as soon as possible. This would allow him to devise targeted strategies, for he knew nothing of Jon Snow, who appeared like a savior.

She advised the three young ladies not to follow, insisting he escort Li Que himself. Fearing further mishaps, Su Da and the others had no choice but to follow.

Year after year, through hundreds or thousands of cycles, people had grown accustomed to having a man called the King above them. He answered to no one, wielded absolute power, and the laws of the kingdom did not bind him. He was a “superman” transcending ordinary men.

Cersei sat coldly observing from the dais, while beside her, Robert Baratheon seethed with fury, nearly crushing his wine goblet. Just as he was about to speak to intervene, the tide of battle suddenly shifted.

Lin Changran considered his eyesight fairly keen. After all, with his advanced Foundation Establishment cultivation, he had seen much in his life. Things Lin failed to perceive were discerned by Jin Ma Rulie, who instantly felt greatly relieved.

Li Banxia looked at him silently for a moment, then raised both hands, cupping Lin Sangbai’s face, and smiled warmly.

Half a month later, amid the flurry of polite farewells from the auction house manager, Qin Tian exited the establishment, left arm around Jill, right hand pulling Alice, proudly triumphant.

Logically, that ugly thing was brought by the system to punish them, so it should count as part of the system, right?

Zhu Hua’er wanted to cause a scene but knew she couldn’t. If she did, the one who would suffer most was Pan Hemei.

The department store finally showed signs of bustling that day. Many people were shopping, including hotel staff and the neighboring restaurant owner.

Seeing Qin Tian’s calm expression, no one knew if his temper had cooled or if he was silently holding it in, waiting for the moment he would explode.

No more laziness. Now as Consort Yi, she had to become truly strong. She had to start moving about as befitting her status.

On the sixth day of the lunar month, Pan Shengli arrived with his team to repair the house. Over two hundred people prepared all the necessary timber, slate, and blue bricks in a single day. Truly, there is strength in numbers.

Those hands, veined and somewhat grotesque, were still pristine and spotless, without a drop of blood clinging to them.

The residual fury of the wild force had yet to dissipate, smashing through the floor of the spaceship and blowing open a large hole.