Book One, Chapter 40: Mu Yuanzhi Is Remarkably Hard to Kill

After a moment, he slapped his forehead and pulled a card from his breast pocket. "Brother, you know I’m so vulgar that this is all I have. It’s not for you, but a gift for the child. The PIN is the last six digits of the card number."

Given my current mood, I was on the verge of heading down a path of feeling lousy, drinking, getting wasted, and causing a scene—everyone might as well just beat me to death.

"Luo Xi! Are you alright?!" At this moment, Caiyun and the others rushed over, asking with concern.

Finally, the journey came to a halt. Chu Ling let out a sigh of relief and slumped back against the luxurious sofa in the cabin.

Ever since Lü Xiang’er woke up, she had been acting strangely. She seemed terrified of seeing Huo Qingsong, always intentionally or unintentionally avoiding him. Could it be because Huo Qingsong was the one who carried her back to the military headquarters? As Zhaoxia helped Lü Hong out of Lü Xiang’er’s room, they both assumed that must be the reason.

The Fourth Prince’s words added a touch of prestige to the faces of everyone in the teahouse. The impact of the recent incident gradually dissipated. As the Fourth Prince and the officials from the Jiangling Prefecture yamen departed, the bloodstains in the lobby were scrubbed clean, and it was as if nothing had ever happened.

Mo Wentian shook his head gently and slowly closed his eyes. Tian Sheng could not tell if the shake meant he didn't want to know, or if he already knew his own condition and was warning him not to lie.

Qin Erniu drove Qin Feng and Xia Jiang to the Hunan restaurant. Upon entering a private room, a waiter brought tea and fruit. Qin Feng ordered a few dishes and requested a bottle of Wuliangye, then sat in the room waiting for Qin Changsheng and Qin Tiedan to arrive.

"Then let’s see whose water skills are better. Taking down five level-ten internal energy masters from Huaxia at once—that would be the most exhilarating thing," Richard said with a smile.

Coming here today was not in vain after all. Chen Langya continued to silently observe the surroundings without saying a word.

Liao Tiangui was certainly familiar with this place; as they walked up the mountain, Liao Fanmin was never pricked by wild thorns again.

Liao Fanmin, of course, would not go to dinner. There is a saying that those who take gifts are soft-handed, and those who eat others' food are soft-mouthed. At such a critical moment, Liao Fanmin did not want to be led by the nose.

Come to think of it, humans are born with a propensity for self-destruction. With the Liao Kingdom in dire straits, everyone was still scrambling for power and profit, a true sign of a dying state. However, the factions of Yelü Dashi and Xiao Gan were nearly evenly matched, and neither dared to say when the final rupture would occur.

If Sun Ganxin were truly to take office in Fan Du City, finding so many problems and seeing that all aspects of the city's work were unsatisfactory—if Governor Liu Fangsheng strongly insisted on Sun Ganxin taking a major leadership role in the Fan Du City government, was he being sent to change the face of the city? Was he being sent to play the savior?

Amidst the upheaval, a floating island nearby drifted off its orbit and headed straight toward them.

The professional model had changed drastically; previously, it was only filled with azure light, but now it was surrounded by countless flickering dots of holy light, adding a sense of solemnity.

For Misaka Mikoto and the others, summer vacation was meant for playing; nothing else mattered.

This year’s climate was indeed abnormal, with frequent heavy rains. The flood crest of the Yangtze River directly affected Nanhua City. From the central government down to the local level, the vast majority of energy was poured into flood control and rescue efforts; other matters naturally had to be put on hold.

A silence fell over the scene. Many people thought they had seen wrong and reached out to rub their eyes, but the scene before them remained unchanged.

However, the flames wrapped in blue-black fire did not, as she had imagined, completely lose their ability to act.

Just as he was preparing to shamelessly ask Master Chef Jin for the location of the spiritual spring water, Hao Juan rushed into the top-tier kitchen, saying that the former shareholders had come to find Zhao Zilong, wanting to re-sign the contracts.

"'Suddenly looking back, that person is there in the dim, flickering light...'" Cai Ye Guang muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly into a profound arc.

"Tell him to wait outside. Tell him it is my working hours now." Ye Suman said this and hung up the phone immediately.

As the words fell, a murderous glint flashed in Situ Chou’s eyes. He was a man who cared deeply about his reputation. Always proud and unwilling to admit defeat, his repeated losses to Qin Tian had left him with almost no dignity remaining.

The reason he stayed behind was that, when he first entered, he had inadvertently overheard someone in the Miaoyue Tower going to tip off the others. He wanted to wait and see who exactly the other party was, to get a sense of their background.

Qian Xiangui had originally thought that by working at the yamen, he could throw his weight around and show off in town. He never expected to be nearly drowned in spit. Whenever he went out to socialize, he would often turn his head to see people spitting behind his back, which infuriated him to no end and left him returning home with a dark face.

It could be said that this Master Yun before him was a thorn in the side of the Second Prince, Duan Zhen. If he could obtain this man’s head, wouldn't he become a great hero in the eyes of the Second Prince?

Jinjin also leaned against the Empress Dowager. The two children looked at her with such adoration that the Empress Dowager felt both happy and sorrowful, cursing the Princess Consort of Ren in her heart.

Although the disciplinary inspection team had only been in Dukou Township for two or three days, Liu Qi and Li Jun seemed to have aged significantly. Both looked troubled and exhausted, with new crow's feet appearing at the corners of their eyes.

Zhao Zilong had agreed readily, but when Du Jing returned with the meal, he found that Zhao Zilong was no longer in the room.

Hurtful words are like that. The same words, coming from someone you don't care about, might just be a fart—gone before the wind can even blow. But coming from someone you care about, they strike in an instant like a hail of bullets, impossible to dodge.