Chapter 91: A Dark, Windy Night for Murder

He glanced at her with a dazed look in his eyes. His liquor tolerance was clearly rather poor—he was already done for after just a few drinks. With a resigned sigh, she poured him a glass of plain water and handed it over.

“Have your wife feed you.”

“You’re too much.” She slapped the glass down on the table. “Drink it yourself. I’m done waiting on you.”

“I will, I will. I can drink it myself, can’t I? I was only teasing you.” He picked up the water and drained it in one go, grinning like a peacock strutting to attract a mate.

She understood his meaning all too well. The fellow had eaten his fill and now had other appetites on his mind.

Ye Haochuan only felt a numbness in his arm before his body was sent flying backward. At the same time, a sweetness surged in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of reverse blood.

Zhao Qiang was momentarily taken aback. The name alone made him freeze. The several bureau chiefs behind him, however, changed expression drastically and leaned close to his ear to say something. Zhao Qiang’s face went white, and when he looked at me, his gaze was full of awe; even his legs began to tremble, as though he had encountered some utterly terrifying figure.

The second last wish was this: if the destined person who found him happened to have a burrowing beast beside him, one skilled in illusory clones, then it was his guardian spirit beast, which had followed him for many years. It was deeply intelligent and had a long history with him, and their feelings for each other were profound. If the one who found him liked it, it could be taken in as a spirit beast as well, and would prove a great help.

A faint smile touched the corner of Ye Haochuan’s mouth. His finger moved lightly, and the remaining cruise ship vanished in an instant.

Even after changing majors, Xia Yuqing remained diligent and devoted, which was why her grades had always been excellent and why she was who she was today.

These soldiers shared crucial blood ties and family bonds with those people, and their longing for the Murong clan was a problem he had to face and resolve.

Seeing that she could not break free, Amy simply parted her lips. Mu Yunshen was delighted and slid his tongue into her mouth, but the next instant, a sharp pain shot through his lips.

Looking back, Tang Hancheng was shaking his head at her. Tang Xuanxuan had no choice but to bite down hard on her lower lip and rein in her emotions.

“Hmph, I simply choose not to keep my promise. And what can you do about it?” Zhu Qingshuang suddenly snorted coldly.

“Miss Feng, you flatter me. It was only a small favor.” Lu Yu did not know how else to answer, so he replied neither humbly nor overbearingly.

Under Gu Shaozhi’s rule, the laws were always severe, yet he was not a man blind to right and wrong. When the one sent for the order returned, he left a retainer standing guard in the front courtyard, then led the flower attendants and the steward, a dozen or so people in all, in a grand procession to the conservatory.

After Yu Xingyan left, he lingered in place for a while before rowing back to the dock outside the city and informing the manager there that a neighbor had brought word: his mother was critically ill, and he needed to go home at once.

Hearing the cry, the other soldiers hastily got up, lit the lamps, and went to ask what was wrong. They found the man clutching his leg, drenched in sweat.

Thinking of this, He Yitong tightened her arms around Li Zhuochen. Thank goodness he was here. Thank goodness he had not left. Thank goodness they had met in this life.

Seeing that Ye Yan had approached always using only his left hand, Fu Zhan’s heart sank: it seemed his right arm was truly useless. Looking toward the demon army, his expression grew even more hostile.

“I was just about to tell you that, given the situation, it may be necessary to trouble you to prepare to sell at any moment,” Zhou Kuan said seriously.

He Qianqian felt, once again, that she had suffered a crushing defeat. She was not even one ten-thousandth as important as He Yitong in his heart.

Li Zhuochen shot He Wei and Fang Mingjun a warning look, then went into the office with He Yitong.

The others listened and sighed in admiration. It earned more than working for others, but that was all it was—thoughts only. No one was about to quit their job and run off to farm.

Ugh, what a total mood killer. I handed the tray to the assistant robot, set a time for it to be delivered later, and turned to leave.

She had phrased it just right, expressing how difficult things were in Wantong County without making the city leaders present feel that her words were too sharp.

Li Zhe could roughly guess what Shen Xinyi was thinking: she did not want her illness to spoil their date.

Someone whose strength was far below that of the Great-Brilliance Heavenly King had actually managed to withstand the assault of the Red Cord for so long without being struck? Setting everything else aside, that level of evasive skill was at least something even the Great-Brilliance Heavenly King admitted he could not match.