31 Who Is the Heir

Wu Yong let out a scoff on the spot, silently noting that this driver had certainly woken up early, while immediately pulling out his phone to hail a ride.

He was so ugly that it looked like he was cuckolding Yao Qiong; a mere copper coin would have been more practical than him.

The whip kick landed squarely on Sun Liang’s forehead. His head slumped, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he lost consciousness.

After two days of deliberation, Ning Dai and Qin Lingyi had yet to finalize their choice of music, until Bai Ling heard about it and offered her suggestion.

Le Qing gave a bewitching smile, planted a light peck on Xiao Ye’s cheek, and in an instant, vanished back into the body of Xiao Ziyi.

Through the thin, low-cut dress, his rough, calloused fingers—hardened by years of handling weapons—caressed her skin, the fine fabric doing little to separate his touch from her flesh.

"Rest assured, Master Hei. Crow is familiar with these places. Let him lead the way; all expenses will be on me, Tan Chong," Master Tan said with a laugh.

Their fists collided with a series of muffled thuds. However, Xiao Tian’s speed was clearly no match for Fujino Masaru. After several exchanges, Fujino Masaru’s gaze suddenly turned icy, and he struck a punch directly into Xiao Tian’s chest.

Zhou Huchen’s heart sank. A sense of dread washed over him, and he could not help but begin to speculate on Xiao Tian’s true identity.

As they were about to head inside, a voice suddenly called out to stop them: "Ahead lies the territory of the Nether Palace; you must go no further." A youth in green robes emerged from behind a large boulder, carrying a medicine basket on his back and a hoe in his hand.

"Senior, I apologize on behalf of my grandmother. I beg you to grant us the medicine," Ji Fei knelt on the ground, pleading with Li Yumei.

Even the Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Cloud Sect, who stood on the high platform and possessed knowledge of formations, would never guess that this was done on purpose. At most, he would find it slightly peculiar, assuming it was merely a stroke of good luck.

Yet, despite her agony, Gu Zhan and Feng Mei could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything at all.

"Yes..." As if he had just walked through the gates of hell, the man, drenched in cold sweat, gave a low reply before slowly retreating.

Unfortunately, although Huang Jie tried his best to save the one who had "caused the death" of his beloved wife, the results were still far from satisfactory.

***

Furthermore, thanks to the connections of her late sister, she had managed to obtain a great deal of information while accessing the surveillance footage.

Since she had chosen to be honest, it was impossible for Jiang Wan to ask Mr. Yan to step out or claim that certain matters were inconvenient for him to hear. Mr. Yan, for his part, might choose to grant her the privacy she deserved.

Xing Yue and Feng Liumo were both taken aback; they exchanged glances before fixing their eyes on Feng Hua.

Xiao Xiao shook her head and pointed to the water glass on the table. Mu Sining immediately poured a cup of warm water and handed it to her. Looking at the cold expression on Xiao Xiao’s face, Mu Sining knew she must be extremely displeased, or she would never have been in such a state.

Zhao Xiaochen darted out in a single stride. Da Peng could not keep up, and not daring to call out for fear of who else might be nearby, he could only follow slowly from behind.

Who would have thought that a pair of cold hands would gently part the pink curtains and slowly reach under the covers? She felt a chill creep toward her waist. Realizing his intent, she could no longer hold back; she opened her eyes, giggled, and couldn't help but shrink further away.

Since his good brother had finally escaped his sea of suffering, Zhao Gan was naturally happy for him. Just as he was about to tease him a bit more, he was stunned by the words that followed.

Zhao Gan recalled his second meeting with Guo Baofeng a few days prior. At the time, Guo Baofeng had tactfully explained the changes in the Pingjin officialdom and asked him what he thought the reason was.

"I’ll ride the bike, you walk." Yun Yun used two fingers to mimic a walking motion, her brows arching playfully. Lin was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry, helpless smile.

Stepping down from the resurrection circle, Qian Renxing looked up and was immediately frozen by the scene before him.

Furthermore, how much of what he had said was true, and how much was false? Or perhaps it was all a lie, and she was being used by him, kept under house arrest here by some clever, devious means.

Lin knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. However, since the term "seeking guidance" had been used, it was difficult to decline.

I leaped into the sky, flapped my wings a few times, and appeared on the path the Lion Corpse Beast was using to escape.

Seeing this, Chen Wen reorganized his formation in the shortest time possible. Much like the configuration of the Death Army, the Chenliu army had five hundred cavalry on each of its left and right flanks, with a mixed formation of spears, pikes, shields, and crossbows in the center.

Jin Shan-shan specifically chose a window seat. The bright sunlight streamed in, bathing her in its warmth, and everything felt simply wonderful.

***

Although Gao Jingzong was not as noble as a prince or marquis, he was at least someone a mere prefect could not afford to provoke.

Not only did she no longer love him, but in his eyes, she had betrayed him—body and soul, completely and utterly.

The first time Ning Xia saw the fence, she thought with a mocking smile, why go through the effort? The fence was so dilapidated it couldn't even stop a sheep; what was it supposed to keep out? Was it just for show? If so, the owner of this house certainly had style—a taste quite similar to that of the sheep that defecated everywhere.

"Brother Xiao!" Yang Baixiong cried out in panic, but it was to no avail. Wang Xiao seemed not to have heard him at all, slipping away and vanishing from everyone’s sight in a flash.

Gao Jingzong was nearly exhausted, and without a conscious thought, he agreed to Feng Lei’s proposal. Feng Lei immediately drafted all the horsemen from the various estates, totaling over fifteen hundred cavalry. Traveling light and fast, they took a shortcut to raid Fuli City.

Leaving Sui County, Gao Jingzong still rode in that white carriage, looking exceptionally flashy in his long white robe. If he had been holding a feather fan, he would have been a young Zhuge Liang reborn.

"Weiwei, I want more!" Tang Xuanli said quite matter-of-factly, his eyes darting between Bao Weiwei and the sizzling beef on the hot plate.

"So that’s how it is!" Liu Wei clicked his tongue. The blood feud for his father’s death—looking at Chen Feng’s current state, this grudge was truly deep-seated.

They were all ambitious men; from the moment they spoke, they were thinking of rivaling Walmart or even surpassing it.

At the entrance, three old men had noticed Tang Yan early on. Upon sensing that his aura had broken into the sixth rank, they all let out a cold snort, and a powerful, innate pressure surged forth, bearing down upon Tang Yan.

That’s right, it was Mei Changqing. And looking at Mother’s expression when she visited Mei Changqing’s door tonight, did it really mean that Mother had remembered something?

His personality was just as the world described—unrestrained and wild. Once he decided to act, he moved with the speed of thunder and the force of the wind.