Chapter 27 Sleepless Night
“Father, please calm your anger. Jiang Meijia has become like this only because our second brother spoiled her!” Jiang Wenhe’s eldest brother, Jiang Wenbin—the eldest son of the Jiang family patriarch—tried to soothe the old man. He then assumed the bearing of the head of the family and took charge: “There’s no point in dwelling on it now. We’ve completely offended the Han family; forgiveness is impossible. We must come up with another solution...”
On the other hand, if he chose not to side with Shi Chen and deceived Cui Feng, then, faced with Cui Feng’s aggressive interrogation, he might well be doomed and end up in utter misery.
They claimed righteous intentions to seize territories and resources, but he could see through Qin Lie’s motives; it was precisely because they wanted to take the moral high ground that they had to act in this way.
Shi Yi followed Yang Linsiao into the pet shop. Yang Linsiao asked with concern what had happened, why the call had gone through yet no one spoke.
In the sky, spiritual energy surged and cycled endlessly. More and more of the world’s will was forcibly drawn in by the sword formation, merging with the power of the blades.
“Lu Tong, you’re home quite early tonight. I heard from your classmates that you often frequent bars wearing heavy makeup?” Geng Zhiqiang wasted no time getting to the point.
After returning to the lounge, Wang Xuanlong remembered something. He walked to the window, took out his phone, and prepared to call Liu Xiaoling.
“Father is just senile now—he really deserves it!” Prince Ning smashed the last pair of gilded vases painted with birds and flowers, then slumped into the armchair, breathing heavily, his face twisted with gloom and resentment.
Chen Yi nodded without pushing further, because he knew well that for someone at the peak of the Qi transformation stage, surviving even the second layer was difficult, let alone the third.
“Uncle Nan, this is Coco, our design institute’s chief designer—she takes good care of me!” Shi Yi called out to Nan Fang, who was deliberately hiding off to the side.
To secure a position on a larger, more resource-rich island was far better than holding a barren wasteland.
Though she truly wished to return, she found herself torn—should she bring Qi Tianshou back or not? She had no idea how powerful her mother’s killer had been.
Still, the limited lottery might be worth a try. Moreover, the chain quest triggered after the system’s awakening left Qi Tianshou quite baffled—is this really a bottle of ancient artifact restoration fluid?
“Brother Yuncheng, hold me. Don’t go anywhere,” Yu Qing mumbled sleepily, clearly on the verge of dozing off.
It was rare to have even one such formidable figure within one’s own power; if you did, you would treat them like an ancestor.
“Do not worry, Your Majesty. I wouldn’t dare forget today’s lesson,” said the Bull Demon King. After kneeling in thanks, he finally rose.
Feng Lin couldn’t help but widen his eyes—who could possibly blind the dazzling eyes of the Yin-Yang Crusaders? Could it be a god?
The “strongest secret weapon” in which Dizhoul Bīng had placed all his hopes ultimately became the stone dropped on his own foot.
“Sir, though Shenzhou is our homeland...” Some among them understood well that Shenzhou was now a shadow of its former self; spiritual energy had long since faded, and it was no longer suited for cultivation.
“Master, please rest for a while. I’ll go prepare some food,” said Sun Wukong. “Tianpeng, gather some firewood nearby. Ju Lian, sweep the house so our master can settle in.”
A cold wind swept through; the two security guards felt a sudden chill and an inexplicable sense of dread.
The guide, Ren Yu, pointed ahead and said to Li Ling and Yu Weilan, “That’s where they’re staying.”
At that moment, every onlooker was wide-eyed. For most people here, few had ever seen so much money in one place.
However, with the Tibetan mastiff falling ill again, all suspicions turned toward Lin Fei’s Chinese medicine, making the situation rather awkward.