Chapter 37: Su Nian Nian, Arranged by Her Family

“Well, well, look who it is—my dearest cousin and your good-for-nothing man!”

A man and a woman approached from the opposite direction. The man wore a well-fitted set of casual clothes, while the woman sported a pair of short hot pants that made her legs appear long and slender, topped with a tight white T-shirt that drew every eye.

This woman was none other than Su Manman’s cousin, Su Yiyi, and the man was her...

Yun Xian bid farewell to the unknown young general and immediately spurred his horse, dashing madly toward Lingling Prefecture.

In other words, if the other’s cultivation was higher than his own, it would be impossible to discern their level. However, if the other’s cultivation was lower, their realm would be plainly visible.

“I say, Wenhu, what’s gotten into you today, inviting me for a drink?” Even before entering, Wang Dayan’s voice rang out.

At that moment, he suddenly caught a strong, choking scent of blood—a metallic reek so thick and viscous it seemed almost tangible, churning his chest and stomach until he nearly retched.

For Young Master He Huan to reveal his true strength now, something monumental must have happened in the Blood-Red Abyss. He was no longer afraid of being discovered by the will of heaven.

Thanks to this identity token system, the Lord of Dongjun City could manage every aspect of the city with incredible ease and thoroughness.

“Yes, Steward Wang!” Chunyu Zhenghua nodded quickly, then turned at once toward the inner hall.

“In that case, these people must be acting on Elder Shanyang’s orders, sent to tail us. It seems Elder Shanyang is indeed unwilling to let us go! Hmph, if that’s how it is, they can’t blame us for being merciless!” Xia Dingtian sent a cold message.

Under such psychological pressure, Yan Sheng, already exhausted by torment, would impulsively make a Heaven-Demon Oath, hoping to leech some luck from Ye Mu and dispel his own misfortune.

At worst, he’d just have to throw all dignity to the wind and plagiarize five poems—after all, no one would ever know, and no one would point fingers at Song Zheng.

“Aren’t you curious what I did with all those things you gave me before?” The man at the back, unlike the directness of the youth in purple, hesitated before leaving, finally voicing the question that had lingered in his heart.

Only the previous Scarlet Night member, Xie Qilan, had ever used this codename, and his death had been confirmed by their master himself. Yet now this Constantine had been personally asked by their master to help? What was going on?

The Chinese in attendance felt a deep resonance with what Xue Ziqing said, and couldn’t help but break into spontaneous applause.

Feng Ruying had not intended to accept the role, but seeing her grandfather’s health worsen by the day, in the end she took it on, becoming the 120th head of the Yucheng family.

After taking some time to tidy his clothes, Chief Eunuch Li Lianying straightened his expression and strode into the palace with measured composure, so different from before that he seemed a different person altogether.

“I’m sorry, but our establishment has strict rules—we can’t disclose customer information at will.” The young woman, a few centimeters shorter than me, said apologetically, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

The new recruit commander could tell from Li An’s movements that he hadn’t lied—he was a bona fide genius.

After the assembly, Meitian Tian sought out Xiao Chen again. This time she didn’t come alone; she brought many of her classmates, all requesting that Xiao Chen give them a chance to join the operation.

The door was opened by Wen Mingfeng. He glanced at her, somewhat surprised. He wasn’t sure what had prompted him to call her, but she’d arrived immediately.

“What on earth happened? Who fired the gun?” At that moment, Kun Cai finally arrived, late as usual. He hadn’t even entered the room before shouting his question, but the scene inside still caught him off guard.