Chapter 41: The True and False Heiresses 41

Huaiying said goodbye to everyone.

She never mentioned that she was leaving, choosing instead to simply accompany them in doing whatever they wished to do.

She assisted Elder Tan with his research, instructing him meticulously on every detail.

She spent quality time getting along with her family, even proactively serving them food at the dining table.

This gesture came as an overwhelming and flattering surprise to them.

Yet, it also planted a deep sense of unease in their hearts.

They couldn't shake the feeling that something ominous was about to happen.

"Huaiying..."

"Dean Xiao, this old man has come to make amends." With that, an elder dressed in white walked into the living room and offered a courteous, cupped-fist salute to Xiao Muhong.

Ivan looked around his surroundings. The place resembled an ancient Roman amphitheater; they were standing on one side of the arena, facing a colossal divine statue.

Just as Liang Shaoyang was about to strike down the man in the jacket, the smoking fat man suddenly changed his position for some unknown reason and peered out toward the woods again.

Lu Yi gazed at the bright moon in the night sky and closed his eyes. The beauty of the past would ultimately be gone forever, never to return.

"Everyone? Have you all finished talking? After talking for so long, have you thought of any good solutions? I am still standing right here—have you all completely blinded yourselves to my presence?" Reaching the end of his sentence, Su Yichen slammed the documents in his hand straight onto the table. Instantly, the conference room fell completely silent.

The fans in the live stream were also genuinely concerned about Bai Xiaoyi, but at the moment, she remained entirely immersed in the excitement of catching a fish, paying zero attention to their barrage of comments.

Having prepared everything, Garen decided to tackle the time-limited quest involving that so-called werewolf the next day, and then search for the Type II nut. As for the remaining quests, provided they had no time constraints, he could complete them whenever he pleased.

"As for the conditions of the trade, what can you actually bring to the table?" This finally touched upon the crucial point; all the preceding nonsense was truly a waste of breath.

"This hotel does not cater to improperly dressed individuals. Please leave!" the duty manager said, frowning as he blocked a young man who was completely drenched and stained with blood.

"Rest assured! There will be absolute no problems!" After bidding everyone farewell, the drunkard hurriedly left in the company of one of Number 18's subordinates.

Tang Feng and his brother looked utterly exhausted, as if they hadn't even washed their faces. They were still wearing the exact same clothes they had worn when they left the club.

However, Su Lingshan's gaze remained clear and pure, consistently maintaining a subtle distance from the jade-like figure beside her.

What Wan Fangfang longed to see most was for Zhou Chen to act just as she had described. If that happened, she believed Zhou Chen would no longer have any opportunity to slack off.

Following the original owner's memories, she walked right up to the entrance of the tailoring shop tucked away in the alleyway and raised her head to glance at the name displayed above.

After bidding a final farewell to Grandma Yang, he immediately organized a meeting with the production crew's staff to discuss how to handle Liu Chao's fraud.

Only by comprehending the foundational swordsmanship to the realm of great accomplishment could one truly fuse theory and practice into one, genuinely mastering this manual of fundamental swordsmanship.

If this matter were truly brought to the police station and it was uncovered that she had deliberately provoked the conflict, wouldn't she simply be abandoned by Ye Jiaojiao?

"Just as it sounds. It means I possess a spatial dimension. From now on, I can store all sorts of items inside it," Jiuli explained.

Bound by the oath of the inner demon, the wild disciple reluctantly retrieved five spiritual coins from his bosom and tossed them to Yinfeng.

Seeing this, Celestial Master Zhang drew his sword with his right hand and pulled out a talisman with his left. As the shriveled ghost drew near, Celestial Master Zhang chanted an incantation and pressed the yellow talisman straight onto the shriveled ghost.

Before the grand gates, five cultivators sat blocking the path. Seeing this group approach, the five of them didn't even twitch an eyelid as they directly demanded a token of passage.

The man beside her possessed a handsome face marked by the trials of combat and the passage of years, which lent him the charming allure of composure, maturity, and seasoned experience.

Throughout Mu Qianmei's performance, the variations in dynamics were richly layered and distinct. Loud notes were like concentrated ink—rich, bold, and firm; soft notes were like diluted ink—ethereal and lucid, with a wealth of transitional hues flowing seamlessly between them.