Chapter 91: The Truman Show, Xianxia Edition — But Yulou Is Truman (Third Update)

Every grand gathering must come to an end. When the crowd dispersed, Yulou, who had been quietly following beside Wang Xianmao the whole time, finally found a chance to speak with the clan head.

On the way back to Fuyuan Residence, Yulou quickened his pace, left Wang Yuan behind, and walked up to the clan head's side.

"Old Ancestor, there's a situation!"

Wang Xianmao smiled faintly, and as if he hadn't heard what Yulou was saying, replied with an answer that had nothing to do with the question.

"Oh, today's finals were indeed handled quite well."

These people were Hong Yiming's connections; their families might not be enormously wealthy, but they were countless times stronger than the Chen family. Chen Yang knew that with his current status, he wasn't qualified enough to curry favor with them.

What Li He was best at was still commercial lawsuits — there was no other reason than that they were simply more profitable.

Although they were all very curious about what had actually happened inside the dimensional wormhole space after they left, since Jiang Yunze didn't bring it up, they could only tacitly keep their mouths shut.

Yue Feng immediately understood that Gu Panpan's father must have had her late in life; no wonder he doted on her so.

When it comes to what's good for the body, the brain is more important. You dug your own grave in your own head, and still expect someone else to save you?

But afterward, in the hallway, a few snippets of a phone call that Jiang Huai overheard by chance unsettled him once more.

Because of that Zhao Jiale incident, the two of them had recently not dared to step outside the school gates to fool around, afraid of retaliation.

Yun Yueqing rushed forward, pushed Diyue aside, then grabbed Jiang Yunze by the collar and questioned him in grief and fury.

The two locked eyes. Yue Feng's expression was calm and unruffled, but in Mo Xiaofei's eyes it was like facing a pervert.

It's just that this white-robed fellow is already over fifty, yet he's only managed to scrape together four copper coins. And my Xuanyi Diviner lineage, from beginning to end, has only ever had me as its sole inheritor.

And worshiping Youliu Xi means raising Yu Zhao, letting him grow strong — but… just how strong can a strength that's been raised actually be?

"Damn it!" Tian Jiu cursed bitterly, and his lips began to turn black. Truly, the best-laid plans always have their flaws; he'd never heard that the Black Fish Sword was poisoned, and never imagined the fellow had also hidden a dirty trick for use at a critical moment.

The second day was the thirtieth of the twelfth lunar month. For ordinary commoners, New Year's Eve was an extremely important festival, and for the imperial household it was the same — in fact, the rituals and ceremonies were even grander and more elaborate than those among the common folk.

When it came to the part about Jun Wuxie choosing to fall into the Black Mist Abyss to save her, she could feel the heavy gazes of everyone upon her.

The person he was speaking with was called Zhao Fei, a cousin of Zhao Hang. He was having an affair with Zhao Hang's current Lady, and was bent on getting rid of Zhao Hang.

Gu Hanlie spoke, drawing farther and farther away from them, until only his outline could be seen, and only then did he stop.

"Big brother, let's send Ghost Tao down to the crows first — there's really plenty of death energy here," Zong Yang said.

"I heard you're going to the Snow Domain?" Situ Diyi said softly. "Going there is one way." All he could think of was extending the time she had left to live.

The killer must have had a struggle with Uncle Hua in the living room, and then Uncle Hua hid in the room, but the killer came in chasing him with a fishing net, threw the net over him to pin him down, and then fired two shots into his chest. The killer's intent was obvious — he was determined to put Uncle Hua to death.

Then he added: "But Granny, you say you're so pretty and beautiful, still in the bloom of your youth — however many men in this world might love you, that's however many men who'll love you, right?

Mu Chenyao was just about to head out to pick up her child from school when, having just stepped out the door, she saw Xia Qingkong coming toward her, and couldn't help feeling it was a little strange.

Lu Ping shook his head. When the great chaos swept Jiangnan, trouble broke out everywhere; Yangzhou, he figured, couldn't have been spared either. But from what the man was saying now, Yangzhou had been peaceful and free of trouble all along.

Gu Chengze and Gu Ruoxun, upon hearing this, truly didn't know what to say. They chatted aimlessly about this and that for a few lines and then took their leave.