Chapter 218

The blue-robed Daoist showed a look of sorrow and urgency on his face.

Clearly, he already knew how Lin Mo and the others had performed in Bride City last night.

"I beg all of you to save the Ye family from ruin—the Ye family needs your help!"

The blue-robed Daoist bowed low, showing none of the arrogance he had displayed yesterday.

But the other side remained utterly silent.

Long A and Chu Wange, needless to say, never bothered to think in situations like this.

A charging ox suddenly transformed into a bear; international rubber prices plummeted. The London rubber market erupted in bearish howls, triggering a total collapse of the Shanghai stock market, which was heavily tied to rubber and the London exchange. The Qing Empire's investors had just tasted the great benefits of global integration—and now began swallowing its bitter consequences.

"He enlisted at the recruitment office the moment it opened, and chose the Mars Military Zone—the one with the highest casualty rate," Yu Jie cut in, clearly finding Ye Shang too verbose.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiao felt a surge of joy. So many years had passed, everything had changed—finding an old friend was rare indeed. But that fellow probably didn't want to see him.

Days passed one by one, and Fei Liangyan gradually grew accustomed to school life. Even the tedious management courses he had always despised no longer seemed so boring—but still, mastering an entire university curriculum in just over a year demanded tremendous effort.

After discovering this, the two cultivators kept their expressions calm, but their hearts churned with excitement. If this news leaked, countless admirers of Jiuleng would come to harass him.

"There is one more crucial point about divine abilities." Yan Chi paused here, clearly signaling Cui Feng to pay close attention to what followed.

Of course, the dual-winged Flying Hong was nearly enraged—what? You fight the weak ones and make us the cannon fodder? Are you stupid, or are we?

"Then, what is your purpose in contacting them?" Chen Ning asked, his tone unreadable. In truth, he had already cast him into the cold palace—this was an open challenge to his decision from two days ago.

He longed for the day when he could shed everything, channel all his energy and potential into a final, mortal clash with his enemy. He dreamed of becoming such a hero.

Peng Mo found this amusing. They had only just arranged the betrothal, yet he called "Father the Emperor" so naturally—anyone unaware might think a proper princess was paying her morning respects.

It wasn't Zhang Donghai's fault; the "I Miss You" jujube ads had simply been too successful. Zhang Donghai had been brainwashed—when thinking of Zhengzhou's specialties, this was the first thing that came to mind.

The mountain path was winding and rugged, flanked by dense trees, but the passage of a thousand-man force had made it clearly visible. Li Tianqi walked a long stretch without incident.

This Fengsheng beast, whether mutated or not, had not only gained perception but also learned illusion techniques—and its rank was far from low, even Mo Fan had failed to detect it.

Whether it was last time when she wore a sexy nightgown to seduce him, or this time—he had refused her both times. He clearly felt something for her, so why did he refuse her? Why didn't he want her?

After cooking, Zhang Donghai left a note on Yin Xiaoxiao's dining table and departed. Soon after he left, Yin Xiaoxiao woke to the alarm, reached beside her, found Zhang Donghai gone, went to the living room, and saw his note.

"Still unclear, but he said himself he's not seriously hurt," Zhang Qinxi smiled, but without her usual carefree ease.

Li Xi's hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, revealing her deep fear of this matter—who could not fear what had happened back then? Especially since it nearly caused lifelong harm! And who could ever love the mastermind behind it all?