Chapter 56: Gu Tingzhou is Angry

“Mom, you’re back! Are you tired? Guess what, the little one called you ‘mama’ today, but you weren’t here to hear it.” The older child rushed over, bringing her a stool to sit on, then grabbed a fan to cool her down, all the while chattering about the happenings at home.

“Really? The little one called for me? Both of you are mama’s precious darlings. Look what I’ve brought for you.” Li Qingyun produced a basket of wild grapes and hawthorn berries from behind her back and handed it over.

“Wow!” The older child received the basket with delight and, at Li Qingyun’s urging, went off to share with her aunt.

Only two people remained in the courtyard.

The effects of the Myx had long since been tested; its primary use was to induce excitement and alleviate internal chaos, but its side effects included potent hallucinations.

The Tom family would even contribute ten silver coins every month to the city church. Tom himself would give a gold coin each month, which was equivalent to a hundred silver coins—a full tenth of his income—an act of genuine devotion.

Yet, from start to finish, Long Chen showed no urgency in acquiring the Starry Sky Compass. Even when Fire Dragon Python and his party had already begun to act, he did not rush in to compete. Instead, he observed quietly, waiting for the moment he deemed right to make his move.

A massive siege tower took a direct hit from a stone projectile, the tremendous force smashing its wooden walls to splinters. The beastman soldiers hiding behind were hurled back, wailing, as splinters and bodies rained down from above.

But now that the forces resisting the Dark Empire had just begun to show some promise, she truly did not wish for any sordid strife within.

Arrows gleaming coldly shot forth like a storm, hurtling towards Long Chen and Yun Qingxue with relentless force.

Karina and the black giant had been locked in combat for quite some time; her initial burst of enthusiasm was already waning. Hearing her name called, she turned her head.

“Heh, I’ve found that neither of you are men—you’re more like old women in their seventies or eighties. Always dithering, never decisive. If you want to kill, then kill. Why all this pointless talk?” Xu Dashan sneered.

If that was truly the case, then it meant that at least half of what Su Bufan had told him was true.

“We will investigate the truth of the matter,” Shi Yan said coldly, casting a glance at him and signaling to the special department members behind to take him away.

He had foolishly treated Jun Qi as his closest, dearest friend—his confidant. But how could Jun Qi ever be so personally invested in a friend’s property or family?

Gu Duo knew he could not keep the object for now. After much deliberation, he decided to hand over the jade clasp for the time being.

Yet as he took just two steps, a sleeve arrow shot down and embedded itself in the ground before him, blocking his way.

So be it, he did not mind. He would simply reclaim what was owed from Zhao Jin himself, Zhao Qu thought.

When speaking of this, A’Zi did not show sorrow. Her brow arched with pride, as though she were boasting about slaying those beasts—even though it had cost her own life and left her trapped in this haunted house for nearly a century, barred from reincarnation.

When she first met Sheng Ting, she thought a man in his thirties would be at most responsible, but not romantic. Yet the truth was, a man so authoritative outside became gentle and accommodating in her presence.

Leaving the bridge for the bustling city center, the flow of vehicles and pedestrians was clearly much greater here than in the office district of Financial City.

There was no way to recognize a person in that coffin. Even if it were dug out, Lu Zhengliu would not have known who it was.

The black collar was rather heavy. Once fastened, it felt like a shackle upon her collarbone, a stark contrast against her pale skin.

Seeing this sudden barrage of attacks, Liu Yang took a deep breath. Flames erupted on his Xuanfeng blade, and with a burst of fire, he struck downward with all his might.

Xue’er, watching Xue Ru’s departing figure, was filled with fury but utterly helpless. Xue Ru was simply too formidable; she was no match for her.

Today, Long Tong wore a martial artist’s robe in deep indigo, sitting quietly on the sofa, caressing his heavy black sword. Now and then, a cold gleam flickered in his eyes, and even with just his elbow, Yu Chen could guess what he was thinking.