Chapter 914: Playing with Them (Bonus Chapter for the Ally of the Young Lord Underline)

In the subsequent operations against the Mo Sect, Dao Ting Si invariably arrived too late, left only to rage impotently.

Playing Dao Ting Si like a puppet in the palm of his hand, watching Gu Changhuai fume in helpless fury, this sense of accomplishment deepened Elder You's conviction:

There truly was a traitor within the Mo Sect, leaking secrets to Dao Ting Si.

"Mr. Yuan" was indeed helping them intercept magnetic patterns and protect classified information.

And the magnetic patterns provided by Mr. Yuan were all genuine.

Again, she spoke to him gently, as if the woman who had just been angry was not Lin Nuan Nuan at all.

She and the baby in her womb had already surpassed everything in his heart, even his own life.

Thinking this, he lingered longer in the bathroom, washed his body clean, carefully dried his hands, then stepped out wrapped in a towel and walked onto the balcony.

Ding Wugen sat beside him, set down his belongings, then gazed at the dark, deep road behind him and called out.

If that's the case, how could I possibly bring myself to harm the Mingxue Beast? After all, it too is a life.

After a long while, she withdrew her hand and placed it to her mouth, instinctively reaching to bite her nails—only to find they had all been clipped away.

Finally driven to exasperation, Ruan Meng snatched up a soft cushion in each hand and hurled them at them, saying:

She stared blankly at the face before her, her mind once again empty as before, her body stiffening.

Ji Furong kept crying, as if determined to cry out all the grievances she had endured over the years.

"It seems the vice president must take personal charge. Only the vice president has the opportunity to meet Mr. Robertson. If he has access to him, then he must also have access to his lab. All you need to do is sneak in and swap the insomnia medicine for poison." Ji Anqi spoke as if discussing the weather.

Though he did not know the true identity of the mastermind behind it all, he did know the mastermind's place of residence.

The live broadcast screen cut to the soundproof room; the contestants had indeed taken their seats, all dressed in neat, uniform team attire.

Qin Yiheng seemed quite satisfied with the current situation. After a pause, he suddenly asked, "Which direction—east, south, west, or north?" I knew this question wasn't meant for me, yet no one in the room answered; the only sound was like a chopstick dropping to the floor.

"Oh, what are we going to do now?" Xiao Yun'er sighed, disheartened upon hearing that Da Bai and Sun Dahei hadn't come.

Yes, the only benefit was that it relieved me of so much inner turmoil—after all, keeping a lie buried inside is terribly painful! But if you never speak up, who would ever know?

"Gan Lang, well done! Even if we don't kill Liu Chuan today, we'll make him know we're not to be trifled with!" Yang Dao cheered him on.

"Lu Qi, I know you hate me, but please understand me—I had no other choice back then, that's why I resorted to this. Now that I'm back, I won't let you go again. Not ever!" the man said.

Liu Ye, eager to return home, thanked Zhang Miao, then pulled the long robe from his horse, draped it over himself, and tried to sleep.

The kiss was deep, yet brief; finally, Zhao Jingyi bit down hard once more on Lin Xi's lips, then rolled off the bed, his firm, heaving chest betraying his frustration and helplessness.

Similarly, in this Chujiang property, Su Tong holds thirty-seven percent, Chen Tianxing and Wang Ban Yue each hold seventeen percent, the investment company takes seventeen percent, Chen Xiwu takes seven percent, and the remaining five percent is divided among several elders of the property company.

She grabbed Ning Yang's mischievous hand on her body, her brows slightly furrowed as she looked at Ning Yang, who was also frowning.

Gong Du was utterly carefree, as if he hadn't understood—or simply didn't care about the Ling Emperor's fate.

All the pebbles had been tossed into the divine tree's hollow; if one drew near, one could faintly hear a barely perceptible sound emerging from the hollow—somewhat like singing, somewhat like quarreling, tinged with both excitement and irritation.