Chapter 935: The Mistress of the Hundred Flowers Valley

Click, Mo Hua's chopsticks fell onto the table, and he froze dumbfounded.

Others might not catch it, but how could Mo Hua not understand? He knew full well what he had done.

Moreover, he had just clearly seen this breathtakingly beautiful Mistress of the Hundred Flowers Valley cast a meaningful glance his way.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

"Has the head of the Hundred Flowers Valley found out I entered the valley? No way… my luck can't be this bad…"

Seeing Xiao Xiwēi's gloomy expression, Wang the manager dared not say another word, bowed to Xiao Xiwēi, and withdrew.

He now understood why Chairman Niu hadn't come—had he shown up, he might have lost half his life here.

He leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette, one arm wrapped around her slender waist, grayish smoke rising, his gaze anything but clear.

Now he'd only spent three hundred yuan, and his lower back pain vanished instantly. To Wang Chenglong, nothing was more miraculous than the Five Elements Meridian Slap.

Leaving the capital, faking his death, returning to the capital, and now appearing here—every move he made was exquisitely precise. Yet ironically, he still believed his son was always under his control, unaware that he himself had become a pawn on his son's chessboard. Perhaps he had never truly understood his son.

Seeing this, Chen Qing reached out, took the card, glanced at it by the firelight, tucked it into the lining of his short tunic, and nodded.

The old woman, reprimanded by Xiao Yan, acted as if nothing had happened, turned, and began organizing the carriage for departure.

His driver was a deaf man, his ears pierced to render him deaf; only when Lü Buwei lightly patted his back did he crack the whip and drive away.

Cai Ze also smiled—after all, this had been his own idea. Those hundred-commanders were mostly distant relatives of the Qi and Wen clans of the county; by exploiting the grain embezzlement scandal, he'd gotten them to voluntarily leave the county guards—avoiding enmity with local magnates while clearing obstacles to Chang'an Lord's control over the guards.

"Your Highness, do you recognize this pouch?" As she spoke, Xiao Xiwēi's cold gaze fixed unblinkingly on Chu Muyi.

There was no chance to run at all—if the sun erupted and triggered a stellar storm, Earth would surely be destroyed; by then, even fleeing at superluminal speed would mean being swallowed by the stellar explosion.

So how could Fang Ran's treasure, which she believed could imprison Fang Kun for life, possibly reach the height of imprisoning its original owner?

The spatial ability users snapped back to awareness, sensed trouble, quickly bid Li Xue farewell, and hurried away.

Li En met the Ghostly Old Monster at the foot of Sacred Beast Mountain; they fought to a standstill, after which the other revealed the conditions of those imprisoned within the Demon-Pacifying Pagoda.

The ever-approaching, ever-exploding lightning seemed to herald the coming storm and torrential rain over Shancheng.

Because of suspicions of interfering in state affairs, the Empress Dowager had already warned her several times. Now, eager to ease the Emperor's worries and wanting to ask Cui Yiheng, she still swallowed the words before they reached her lips.

Later, a full-scale citywide search uncovered other firearms and muskets in French trading houses; unable to explain, the French were seized upon by Emperor Tu Duc's rage, stoked by the rebellion—he ordered all French trading houses sealed and confiscated, and all French merchants thrown into prison.

But since Nanhai Jing didn't mention them, they certainly wouldn't speak up themselves. Like a prisoner under interrogation, if you blurt out answers before the interrogator even asks, aren't you just throwing yourself into the net?

How could he not be nervous? Being rejected was humiliating enough—he'd also done something wrong at the restaurant.

When husband and wife are in the mood, do they still think about the old and young waiting at home for dinner?

Of course, criticism and education were unavoidable; if conditions allowed, Commissar Lü would have liked to "slaughter" Yang Hao, that troublesome rooster, to scare the monkeys who didn't understand organizational discipline. But right now, even the green-painted zone lacked the capacity to set up a military tribunal, let alone this chaotic airport in South Africa.