Volume One, Chapter 93: Tear Your Mouth Apart If You Dare Spread Lies About My Daughter
Hu Wu knew that any explanation he gave would surely spark an argument between his third uncle and his aunt. Yet he could not lie against his conscience. To let Shen Ruzhi lose her honor and suddenly end up with a child—how could he say nothing? Besides, even if he kept silent, they would still investigate the truth.
“Third Brother, listen to me. I was only anxious, only worried about that child. If it truly is Ruzhi’s, then we ought to bring the child home. In truth, deep down, I believe in Ruzhi too.”
Seeing the look on Hu Zheng’s face, Hu Lin was so frightened that her words came out in a tangled rush. All she could do was hastily find excuses and claim that it had all come of worry.
“Eldest Sister, I respect you, but your conduct is truly shameful. It seems our family is not destined for this meal...”
He sat leisurely on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, reading the newspaper while sipping black tea, perfectly at ease.
Xu Qingyao’s innate understanding was impeccable; in less than half a year, she had wrung every last secret from the methods her master knew.
Donglai Company held an internal meeting, attended by several directors and a few senior managers from Donglai’s ceiling division branch.
Qin Jian did not want to yield on this matter, and so he simply covered his mouth and forced himself not to laugh.
“You never spoke like this before,” Wen Wanrong said, for some reason feeling at ease the moment she lay beside him.
She did not know what dynasty she was in now, or what place this was, or what sort of identity and background she had. Yet this home of hers was so serene and elegant, and the clothing and furnishings so exquisite and refined, that she could only suppose her status in this life was likely quite decent.
Her father’s attitude deepened the panic in her heart. Her mother had died when she was six, and she had depended on her father ever since. At that moment, the sorrow and reluctance in his eyes were painfully clear to her.
Meng Jingchen kissed her with deep feeling. They had been apart for only a few days, yet he felt as though years had passed. Longing surged in him like a flood that could not be restrained.
Although Qin Jian desperately tried to push Xia Ziyun’s hand away, Xia Ziyun was no weaker in strength. She clung to Qin Jian’s arm with a death grip and would not let go for anything.
The words plainly held little persuasive power. Ling Xiu’s brow remained furrowed with worry, but she still did as she was told, arranging her hair and then setting the ornaments in place.
Xiao Yue also released a fist of vital energy formed from elemental force, hurling it toward Jian Dugu. Jian Dugu hurriedly blocked it with his sword, yet he was still forced back three steps, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Xiao Huo’s was one of his skills, and a thoroughly exasperating one at that: stealth. He could remain invisible for ten minutes, but the moment he attacked, the effect would vanish. Still, it was an extraordinarily powerful skill.
Outside the city, Luo Yin, representing the King of Han, personally delivered condolences and assurances to the various units, along with General Li Yu’s order from the strategic headquarters: for Zhou Bao’s battalion, all casualties were to be replenished from the prisoners, after which the unit was to move directly into Dingjun Mountain for drilling and reorganization. The remaining wounded, prisoners, and the garrison troops were to be transferred into Mian County to take up defensive positions.
Cries rose from the crowd. For a moment, some almost mistook it for some unforeseen attack on the venue, and a few even began to panic. But when they saw the brilliant fireworks, they all let out a breath of relief—it had only been a false alarm.
The police looked at Zhao Jing and Chu Feng, unsure what to say, but procedure still had to be followed. “Hello, we need you to come with us to the police station to assist with our work.” Zhao Jing still seemed not to hear. He did not want to ignore them. He only wanted to hold Chu Feng and remain like this forever.
Wang Bo took a sip of tea and at last saw a glimmer of hope for the future, his heart brightening a little in turn.
“No matter what attribute you have, once you meet darkness, it will devour you completely!” Tie Muyun sneered. His right hand moved again and again, and a black cyclone as immense as a hurricane slowly took shape, roaring as it rushed toward the storm.
When he walked into the main hall, he found many police officers conducting checks. Even Zhang Ming was there. Zhong Lingyu did not want to pay him any mind; he just wanted to see Su Rui first.
After saying that, the villain angrily hung up and strode off with his knife. The passersby all hastily gave him a wide berth, fearing he was some madman who would slash at anyone he saw.
Above the plains of central Hebei, Li Tianzhi came charging through the sky and plunged headfirst into a thick bank of fog. The mist had appeared as if from nowhere, with no warning at all; only moments before, the sky had been clear, but in the blink of an eye the scene ahead had become a hazy illusion.
“A trump card that absolutely cannot appear in the human world,” Li Huamu said calmly in the face of Taiyin.
At the word slave, Xerath let out a cold laugh, and his entire withered shell trembled.
Most crucial of all, Dazai’s seal had actually failed because too much time had passed, and in the midst of stealing food he had ended up ruining everything for us.
When the young man by the manhole cover finished speaking, he tossed aside the sledgehammer and turned to leave, successfully leaving Ishtar with an impression of unfathomable depth.
“It feels like so many things happened. After today, this semester will truly be over,” Lin Zhi said as she walked along, sighing.
I remember there used to be a pond at the entrance to the village, public property. The Chen family had even contracted that pond before, raising ducks and fish there. They worked for two years, and in the end they neither made nor lost money. The whole family had toiled in vain, and because of that matter, Chen’s father grew cautious in everything he did, never daring to make any big changes.
Not long after the order was given, Leng Qingyan began gathering all of Qinhai City’s organization members and gradually severed Bupian Vanguard’s business ties with Qinhai City, then moved the members in batches to Wulong City.
After I leaned in and explained softly to her, Nia looked as though she wanted to say something but did not know how.
While the search over here was underway, Gan Yueren, who had just enjoyed a hearty meal, was lounging contentedly in front of the television. If Gan were not here, the continuous sound of water coming from the bathroom would already have made everything clear.
Their mission was to have all the city’s residents evacuate temporarily before the Super Victory Team arrived, and to establish a defensive perimeter in advance to seal off the area.
It should be said that he was not truly a direct disciple of Min Xing, nor had he formally taken a master that day. In his heart, he had always remembered to find Min Xing a proper successor, and the moment he saw the Ninth Prince, that thought took root.
By his reckoning, the barrier should have already been successfully mended long ago, so why was Grandfather still saying it would completely shatter in half a month?
Without Tao Sheng’s command, one of the other expedition soldiers had of their own accord chosen to block Zhang Liao’s troops, buying time for Tao Sheng and the others.
After dealing with the matter on the Second Elder’s side, Wei Qingxiao checked her phone and found three missed calls. All of them had come in while she was speaking with the Second Elder, and all three were from the Great Elder.
Dark clouds hung over Tao Xian’s heart. That bleak feeling of failure was as though he had returned once more to his youth.
Ling Feng and Helan Mingruo both glanced at her, then looked away without saying a word, yet they still kept her protected in the middle.