Chapter 32: The Regent Blushed and Said, "I Shall Not Overstep My Bounds"

After circling around Pei Qinhu, Yu Tian kept following him to gain experience. Every time he whittled a jungle monster’s health down to a sliver, Yu Tian would swoop in with her first skill to steal the kill.

Shi Xi endured it as long as she could, but finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She quickly crawled out of his arms, grabbed the quilt to cover her head, and ignored him completely.

Rong Ran was busy hanging up his clothes, and Yun Qing walked over with a smile to offer some concerned greetings. Only Shi Xi seemed detached, lost in her own thoughts, even appearing bored as she lowered her head to inspect her fingernails.

A bare-chested man was hammering a kitchen knife in front of a charcoal fire, sweat constantly beading on his face.

The leader of the men in black did not hesitate. Since no one was here, regardless of the reason, it proved the mission had failed. Remaining any longer would only lead to pointless deaths.

Ye Yunfei, sharp-eyed and terrified of provoking the fearsome Xiao Cheng, hurriedly pulled the middle-aged man away to speak at a distance.

Something in those words must have triggered her; Qu Nangge’s expression darkened instantly as she reached out a pale, snow-white palm toward her subordinate.

Yuan Shao had not dispatched any of his own generals, allowing Feng Xin and the others to fight on his behalf, so he stood to lose nothing. If these generals met with misfortune at the hands of Lu Bu, it would be no concern of his.

Yu Tian pushed her phone toward him, which displayed five unclaimed red envelopes.

Ignoring whatever he said, Yu Tian shoved him aside, grabbed his suitcase, and marched inside.

"Well, since there is a joyous occasion in President Pei’s family, other matters should be set aside for now. Has Yan Yan’s throat been checked at the hospital?" Chang Yulin had remained silent until then, but for some reason, I always felt he knew more about everything than Gao Huan and I did.

After dozens more exchanges, Cao Cao was now at a complete disadvantage, struggling to withstand the ferocity of Yuan Shao. The soldiers in the distance watched, their hearts heavy with anxiety.

As soon as they stepped into the palace, an aged voice reached them, only to stop abruptly.

***

Everyone looked at Fujiwara Kiyokawa with curiosity and confusion. Fujiwara shook his head, took out a jade pendant, and asked, "Do you know what this is?" The crowd stared at it, instantly dumbfounded and shocked.

Although no one understood the professional terminology on the display, everyone could grasp the meaning of the percentage.

Just then, the middle-aged man appeared in the space again. He sat cross-legged, practicing the Purple Cloud Technique, and the purple light circulating through his meridians was quite striking.

Da Hong muttered in his sleep, suddenly let out a loud roar, kicked his legs, and sat up from the threshold, trembling with terror.

Meanwhile, Jiang Chi had just passed Building One. When he walked over and saw Wu Mengjiao in the car, he felt a sense of despair. Hearing her words now, with the poison circle closing in, he knew it was over.

"It’s nothing." Jiang Mingchuan quickly wiped the smile from his lips and replied in a flat tone.

Controlled by spiritual energy, it was very convenient to use, and though it appeared to be a Qiankun bag no larger than a man’s palm, its interior could actually contain an entire city.

Hearing this, Di Jue couldn't help but gasp, only to find that Yun Xiao’s expression was even more stunned than his own.

He knew that Chen Ke’s methods were not as simple as using household registration and travel permits to corner them with no way out.

Ye Feixue stood to the side, watching the anxious and uneasy Bai Yunshen, a trace of smugness secretly rising in her heart.

Xu Wuhua looked at Yu Tianqing with an innocent expression; he seemed entirely indifferent to Qing Ruo’s obsession.

"Calendars are time-sensitive. What use is it to you if they are printed with last year’s dates?" Factory Manager Wang frowned slightly.

Pei Lingxi helped her up, scolded Mu Shaochen for his lack of chivalry, and then helped the still-dazed Bai Tianqing into the restroom.

***

On the sofa nearby, Tong Luo, Tan Song, and Qin Jianyan huddled together, their faces filled with awkwardness and speechlessness.

The Mu family was a prominent and wealthy clan in Haicheng, and Mu Shaochen, as the eldest grandson of the main branch, was the male heir awaited by all.

Eight horses bolted like lightning, galloping at full speed. The audience in the venue roared, shouting the names of the horses they had bet on.

The Great General sat alone in his room, pondering the manager’s words, and couldn't help but link the matter to the hints dropped by the temple priest.

As it turned out, Old Master Yang had not been killed, and since no one would collaborate with the Yang family from now on, it was the perfect time to discuss the project.

Hearing this, Dean Zhou opened his data terminal, tapped a few times, and a blue panel popped up.

Although they did not know the subsequent plot, they could sense that the two would eventually be reunited.

By the time she finally accepted reality and fell asleep again, she was startled awake only to be told she no longer had to die, and that she had even gained a husband.

Even later, when his son found him at great cost and brought many supplies, he did not think to keep them for himself, instead sparing no cost to distribute the goods to the refugees.

This illusion only affected martial artists with a lower cultivation level than the caster; it had no effect on those of equal or higher standing.

He was afraid of being scolded and dared not speak to her parents directly, wanting her to go and tell them herself.