Chapter 81: Ye Feng’s Conditions
At that moment, Ye Feng was mopping the floor at home when his phone suddenly rang. He set the mop aside, wiped his hands, and picked up his phone to see an unfamiliar number. Thinking that no one had any business with him recently, he simply hung up.
Just as Ye Feng was about to resume mopping, the phone rang again. With a hint of resignation, he answered, "I don’t even know you—why do you keep calling me?"
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“Something’s wrong!” Hong Huquan shouted, instantly dispersing the troops. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, his gaze fixed on the layer of blue smoke that still lingered in the air, spreading out even after the dust had settled.
Haizi seemed not to care about Xu Ke’s words, his eyes still glued to his phone as he absentmindedly brought food to his mouth with a symbolic gesture.
“Qin Lie, after eating that peach earlier, did you feel anything unusual?” Sun Yi looked at Qin Lie, unable to suppress his curiosity.
Su Luo... All she felt was a sudden blur before her eyes, a wave of dizziness crashing over her.
Up to this point, Lin Feng had hardly ever been injured. Yet in only a short match against Lu Zhongkang, he had now been wounded twice by Lu Zhongkang’s attacks.
A crew member who had often worked with Zheng Qingqiu couldn’t bear to watch, covering his face with his hands. Yet he couldn’t resist peeking through his fingers—tsk, it really happened—Director Zheng’s furious outburst!
The same doubt surfaced in the minds of all nine elders, but as their thoughts diverged, Qian Muxue had not spared them a single glance. Her gaze remained locked on the long-bearded old man charging furiously toward Gu Chen.
To avoid arousing suspicion from the Four Great Powers of Martial Extreme City, the true heads of the nearby factions had not come themselves. Instead, they sent their outstanding juniors and subordinates, hoping to seize a share of the spoils in this ancient ruin.
Adorable, innocent—though surrounded by filth, she possessed a quality as pure as an untouched lotus blooming from the mud.
Iron Tower looked puzzled, pulling a signal flare from his pocket. “What does Young Master mean by this?” he asked, about to actually fire the flare out of anxiety for the scouts from Zunwu Fortress.
A boundless sorrow swept over, and unable to hold back, tears finally fell, landing in her bloodstained palm.
The more advanced the cultivation technique, the more efficient its recycling; not only could a single thread of inner energy unleash tenfold power, but several portions could be recovered and reused in a continuous cycle.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. That fire inside her flared up, while the man, eyes closed in enjoyment, remained blissfully unaware, still wearing an expression of utter contentment as he enjoyed her ministrations.
The Dowager’s cry drew everyone’s attention; all eyes turned as one to the heir apparent. With this, even the heir could not easily extricate himself and could only approach the Dowager as ordered.
“Good night, Brother Pei Yu.” She blurted out a hurried good night and dashed back to her room as if fleeing.
What Nangong Ningshuang said was certainly true. Now, among the Eight Gates of the Imperial Path, talent was in decline. They desperately needed outside talent to replenish their bloodlines, or else, over time, they would only wither and decline further.
“To show disrespect to the gang leader is death. But seeing as you’re old, I’ll let you off this time—hmph.” An old man’s voice came from behind the sedan, drawing everyone’s attention to him at last.
“Princess Consort?” I asked curiously. “Doesn’t she live in the Heart’s Ease Pavilion? Why would she abandon a warm bed for such a gloomy place? The princess consort does have rather peculiar tastes.”
Yang Jiaying also took a sip. She immediately sensed something was off and hesitated, looking at Zhou Houming. Zhou Houming, with a wicked smile, drank all the wine in his hand. Seeing his smug expression, Yang Jiaying smiled knowingly and finished her own glass as well.