Chapter 28: Seeing Through the Situation

"Silence! Do you know where you are? Who gave you permission to speak so recklessly?"
Han Daqiang’s wife, Chen Hui—a woman clad in a red trench coat and black boots—struck the young relative across the face.
Han Daqiang had become a eunuch; she didn't care, after all, she could seek other men.
But at this moment, she was consumed by rage, determined to grind Lu Fei's bones to ashes!
Because...

Tang Li drifted for a moment, like someone deprived of oxygen. By the time she gathered her thoughts, she was already beneath the covers, her nightgown draped over her, rumpled and disheveled. Song Baiyan still hovered above her, his clothes relatively neat. The only change was beneath the blanket.

Murong Wei took it, opened it, and glanced inside. The scent was neither too strong nor too faint; it was fresh and soothing, truly a fine thing.

As he spoke, Nan Heng placed the cigarette between his lips, squinting as he casually rolled up the sleeve of his black combat uniform. He kept rolling until the inside of his arm revealed a large, indistinct scar that, though not sharply defined, covered a considerable area.

Mo Jing Shen settled her onto the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and without a word, picked up the remote and set the air conditioner to twenty-six degrees.

Speaking of the city lord’s thoroughly distorted sense of aesthetics, even Xue Chen, the young master, was rendered speechless, unable to contain his laughter.

Ming Zheng nodded, her large eyes still open. She reached out to touch his face—the high bridge of his nose, the deep-set eyes—and when her fingers brushed the man's cold, thin lips, he bit down gently, causing a slight pain.

To Zhao Qingluo, she wasn’t the type to keep others at a distance, yet not everyone was someone with whom she wished to be friends.

What she wanted to say was that last time she’d seen Lady Feng wearing this very scarf, and now she saw it again. The scarf was already quite worn, but such words were hardly appropriate or polite, so Feng Ling kept them to herself.

“All right, you’re right about everything.” She shook his hand and urged him to board the plane.

“How can I hide like this?” Feng Ling didn’t quite understand, but she had already slipped behind the curtain. Her body was concealed, with only a lock of hair caught on his button; his body shielded this side, his back turned toward the bathroom entrance, making it unlikely anyone would notice anything amiss.

Yet, every sect acted independently, and most wandering experts were unwilling to offend the Stormcloud sect, so an effective alliance against Stormcloud had never been formed.

Under the blazing sun, the temperature surpassed the limits of the arena; moisture vanished in an instant, and even the audience felt the heat. Countless streams of flame visibly burned against the protective barrier of mental energy surrounding the arena.

At that moment, in the distance, a white-clad youth who appeared no older than his teens walked across the air. He glanced at the newly formed massive lake and crater, astonished, his brows furrowed as he shook his head in silence.

Lin Xie’s failure to crush the Azure Dragon instantly surprised him; by the time he reacted, the dragon’s tail had coiled around his arm. Its head swooped down, jaws wide open, as if to swallow Lin Xie whole.

"Forget them—charge ahead!" Doruni shouted urgently, caught off guard by the unfolding situation.

The man in white didn’t understand the first four words, but he caught Su Yunliang’s final sentence.

Each time the Flaming Cloud Blade sliced, the shrimp meat fell in chunks forty or fifty centimeters long. Under its shadow, the tender shrimp instantly lost moisture and vitality.

“No, Lady Wu Anhou is carrying twins—she must not be moved!” Imperial Physician Qin stroked his beard as he spoke.

To reassure Manrou, I could only make a loss on this deal. Still, there was an upside: it would greatly increase Dongyuan’s safety. Of course, everything depended on both sides reaching an agreement.