Volume One, Chapter 46: I Just... Simply Don’t Like the Look of You

Having lost a pearl, he picked up a fish-eye instead.

Feng Minyi snorted in disdain and walked away without looking back.

Both Xie Jingling and Sun Xiaoxuan understood what he meant.

Xie Jingling’s brows knitted tightly.

What was Feng Minyi implying? Was he standing up for Yun Mojiu? Could it be that he truly had some connection with her?

Thinking of how Feng Minyi had gone so far as to trade a whole project just for Yun Mojiu’s phone number, Xie Jingling couldn’t help but feel a strange discomfort in his heart.

Beside him, Sun Xiaoxuan’s face was equally unpleasant.

Meanwhile, inside Zhuge Longxing’s villa, in the room that once belonged to Guo Tanxiang, she was bound hand and foot, tied to the bed. Her expression was dull, her gaze unfocused.

From what he said, it was clear that he was indeed Red Child, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he froze, for he saw his own body.

And so, amid Red Child’s overly excited, barely coherent account, the four of Tian Sheng gained new understanding of the Blood Demon clan among the demons.

Some players tried to approach, but behind Tang Youyou, the divine bird Vermilion Bird spewed torrents of flames. With a series of booming explosions, the fire burst forth, blasting the players away. Under the watchful eyes of all the divine race players, Tang Youyou and I began our attacks and slaughter in broad daylight.

In the end, that white-clad Bloodslayer brother’s body was hacked to pieces, his torso alone receiving more than a hundred cuts.

Unexpectedly, after a long wait, Yun Muge arrived late, her hands wrapped in thick bandages, an expression of deep sorrow on her face.

Though this arrow hadn’t harmed Qiongqi, it had given Chen Feng a chance to avoid injury.

Su Yuliang did not like Qin Feng, because Qin Feng was not so obedient. But the chief of the Public Security Bureau was no ordinary official; the district could do nothing about him, and the district committee couldn’t touch Qin Feng either, for he had been appointed directly by the municipal committee. At most, the district committee could report him to their superiors, but had no authority to remove him.

Lu Xiang’er didn’t notice, focusing on explaining to Craftsman Yuan that this object, which resembled a steamer, was called a ‘distiller’ and was specifically used for making liquor. Though Yuan was a carpenter, he knew something of brewing. He had never heard of such devices being needed in the process.

“No need.” Yun Ci instinctively reached out to take Xiu’s hand; fingertip barely brushed fingertip before he pulled back. He looked up at her, carefully memorizing her shyness and passion—whether in moments of perfect understanding, or in the intimacy of their bodies, everything about her was so vivid, as if it had happened only yesterday.

Ning Yaoyang heard of it, waved his large hand, and treated all his siblings from the clan school to a meal, naturally using his monthly allowance. He had the Hou Residence prepare a lavish spread, carried over in food boxes to share.

Xi Yingzhi offered a shy smile at the right moment. “Just now I said I took first place in the exam. Perhaps Father doesn’t know yet—my first place was personally designated by Academician Ji, and the exam question was based on a painting by Prince Duan.”

He jumped into his second-hand Jetta, floored the accelerator, and sped straight to the Zhongyang International Grand Hotel, determined to demand an explanation.

Thirteen spoke quietly, his gaze fixed on the coffin before him, thoughts adrift—I could only guess what might be passing through his mind.

“Miss, your words are well-intentioned, but if they are indulged until they no longer know their place, who could protect them when greater trouble arises in the future?”

I opened my mouth, wanting to speak, to ask them how they died, why, after my death, I did not descend into the underworld but came instead to this mountain.

She had always looked down on Xi Yingzhi’s timidity, so when she played tricks on her younger brother, she never bothered to hide it from Xi Yingzhi.

If Yaya agreed, Chen Lin would not interfere; if she didn’t, he would not try to change her mind.

Song Jing, somewhat annoyed, turned back once more, bent down, slung her over his shoulder, his arm clamped tightly around her restless legs, and strode out.

The Emperor did not deny it. Turning the black jade chess piece in his hand, he hesitated for a moment before glancing at Song Jing’s eyes and laying the piece down with a gentle, smiling air.