37 Something Is Wrong

That night, Huang Ying consciously refrained from clinging to Su Nan, choosing instead to sleep with Ma Mengmeng, leaving ample space for Jin Yaru’s yearning.

A servant led him to Morning Star’s bedchamber. Upon entering, he saw Morning Star covered in frost, her features blurred as she lay within a crystal ice coffin, while Dusk Moon sat beside it with a somber expression.

He hurriedly pulled back to evade, but his opponent pursued him like a shadow. Launching himself into the air, he struck one with both hands and kicked another with both feet, moving with remarkable agility even in the darkness.

Yet, Pear Blossom Young cared nothing for her goodwill; on the contrary, she felt it was an insult. Her face turned cold instantly, and after downing a glass of red wine, she navigated her character to the arena.

The fat man, still shaken, looked around before resting one hand on Chen Zi’s shoulder, letting him help him into the car.

Amidst light conversation, lunchtime arrived. Shopkeeper Deng bowed as he entered: "Young Master Wang, lunch is ready. Helmsman Zhou is waiting for you in the dining room." He guided them to the restaurant and into a private room, one three times the size of the others and decorated with extreme opulence.

Xuantian lowered his eyes to hide the flash of disappointment. What a foolish wish; she would never feel passion in any of her lifetimes, so why was he still hoping? Hadn't he already decided that just being by her side was enough?

He strolled to the open-air balcony in the northwest, but gazing at the brilliantly colored seasonal flowers below did nothing to dampen his irritation.

She had not expected her son to be so restless that even a simple street patrol could stir up such a commotion.

She sighed, intending to brew a cup of coffee for Bai Momo first, hoping she would be awake by the time she returned.

Li Hong sat in the car, his gaze dark and predatory as he looked at the man, as if he wanted to strangle him on the spot.

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"Grandfather, as long as I have you, I have a home." Qin Chanyi felt a vague premonition, her voice beginning to tremble.

The patient, a robust-looking middle-aged man, agreed to the surgery without a moment’s hesitation.

His mind flashed back to Ji Yue’s final words, his brow furrowing tightly. He could not be certain if Ji Yue would truly go through with harming his grandmother, and he dared not gamble.

Lu Chuxue clutched her throat, greedily gasping for fresh air. Just moments ago, she felt as if she had seen a malevolent, terrifying man.

She exerted great effort to pull her gaze away, letting it fall upon the two of them as she forced a strained smile.

Madame Xu dismissed the maids and matrons from the room and personally brought a cup of hot water to Xu Su, shocking him so much that he scrambled to his feet to take it himself.

Thinking of this, Yamaguchi Shao Fu felt a jolt of alarm. Disaster; he had been too focused on this side. Beyond Hangzhou, forces in several surrounding cities were still awaiting orders to adapt to the situation. Those two thousand men, he feared, were completely finished.

Yue Li dared not meet its gaze, fearing that in the next second, she would be frozen into an ice cube, becoming a "summer cooling artifact" for it and its cubs.

Niu Wa gritted his teeth, wishing he could find whoever had targeted Chen Langya and tear them limb from limb.

Xie Xiong said: "I’ll keep this violent temper in check; I guarantee I won't cause any more trouble. With this support and respect, you should be mollified now, right?"

Chen Langya, with his delicate yet sinister features, sneered. The mocking look on his face made Okamura Konfu tremble all over.

Xie Ying said: "Fanrong let it slip that your money belongs to the Third Sister-in-law, and that your supermarket is hers as well."

"What exactly do you mean? No matter who you are, you aren't leaving this teahouse today." Cao Rifa didn't ask or look at Jin Rongwei; this stubble-faced man was difficult to deal with.

"Yue Li, where is my morning kiss?" Zhang Yixing said, bowing slightly as he brought his face close to mine.

Faced with this scene, Chuxiu finally shed tears. Yet, at this moment, she did not know why she wept, or what she was weeping for. Perhaps all that needed to be said and done had already crystallized in these silent tears.

Time was pressing. After repelling the weasels, Meng Fan immediately grabbed his suitcase, ready to retreat, when he suddenly saw a zombie collapsed by the roadside. He knew it was a zombie because its eyes were open; Meng Fan could clearly see they were purple-black, vastly different from human eyes.

Fang Yiyuan heard her voice, his expression showing no surprise, but rather a hint of relieved comfort.

If that previous slap had been mostly humiliation, this strike was clearly intended to teach Bai Le a painful lesson.

However, seeing the Scarred Man constantly glancing at Shi Zaijin’s eyes, Meng Fan understood: Shi Zaijin was signaling his men. It was just that Meng Fan was behind Shi Zaijin and couldn't see it.

"Meng Fan, are you alright!" Li Qiuyun, gun in hand, chased after him and asked with concern upon seeing Meng Fan’s distraught appearance.

But why did it leave? Meng Fan did not believe it was afraid of him; at least until now, he had found no way to kill them.

The tone was very flat—no excitement, no accusation, and no resentment, as if he were calmly recounting a story. Perhaps this was the ending after all. After speaking, Li Quan glanced at her and then rose to leave; he could no longer stay there.

A rumbling sound suddenly echoed, and there was movement in the water. A whirlpool appeared above, generating a tremendous suction.

Ouyang Qi smiled and said no more, his eyes glowing as he watched her earnest expression while she picked out clothes for him.

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"What kind of ghost stories are these, making it so mysterious." Xue'er pouted, seemingly dissatisfied with Zhang Sanfeng’s answer.

She decided to let Yunxiu enjoy her freedom for a few more days. In any case, the more mistakes Yunxiu made, the more justification she would have to deal with her later.

Xiuchuan Fangzi did not know the full story, but she felt that the people she had beaten yesterday were not just new enemies, but old ones as well. She could not intervene in these matters, so she followed honestly behind Luo Qingxue, only to happen upon Ye Zifeng and Luo Qingxue exchanging affectionate glances.