Chapter 345

"The Holy Ancestor sent us to the Nine Mountains Realm…" The woman paid no heed to Chen Ting's expression, instead turning her head to survey the bustling streets of Jingkai Island, her face filled with deep interest: "He told us to gather intelligence on the Nine Mountains Realm—do you know why?"

Chen Ting shook his head.

"Never mind. The Holy Ancestor's intentions aren't for us to fathom." The woman let it go, nodding contentedly: "We'll just report what we've seen and heard in the Nine Mountains Realm."

"Feint east, strike west?" Ye Zang saw enemies appear behind the boat and thought this couldn't be so simple.

"Ye Zang!" Ri Xiang Huohua rushed over in alarm, while Ri Xiang Lizhu sighed.

Song Ci's heart leapt at the news the car could start—he thought today was lucky, meeting a subordinate so late, and one whose friend knew cars. But a new worry crept in: No way—this car's a refurbished one. How could this 4S shop be so deceitful? Tomorrow, he'd demand an explanation.

Xu Wen immediately pulled out the Position Compass. The needle pointed straight to the entrance of the Ten Evils Cave. His goal achieved, his mind unburdened, he sped out of the Ten Evils Cave along the compass's direction.

All this seemed slow in description, but in reality it happened in the blink of an eye. Daino Ryūji had lain in wait from above, then dove down in pursuit—all movements fluid and seamless. Clearly, Daino Ryūji's skills were no joke.

Nan Siyun and Bai Qindream both saw the tear tracks on her face, her disheveled state, and the man's suit she wore—one that didn't belong to her.

"Then what should we do? Can't we punish him?" Xie Hai refused to believe it—he reminded them his family was Deputy Provincial Governor.

Ruolan thought it over and realized how foolishly rigid she'd been at such a time. She soaked the cotton cloth in saltwater, didn't wring it out, and laid it directly on the wound. Repeating this several times, the moistened fabric gradually loosened the stuck clothing.

She ran her hands over her body, washing downward from her neck—natural movements, yet profoundly alluring.

But Ling's current condition was dire: his body reeked of blood, he bore wounds of varying severity, and his right hand hung limp, as if devoid of control. This was the most disheveled state Su Mo had ever seen him in.

"Just say it! Otherwise, I'll assume he bullied you—and I'll give him a good beating!" Yu Zinuo's patience had run out.

Meng Xingchen trudged back to his quarters with heavy steps. Disciples inside the mansion greeted him, but he seemed not to hear—a man lost in spirit.

Sikong Han, seeing his beloved nestled against him, paused his actions, stroked her half-dry hair, turned off the hairdryer, and set it aside. Then, with a startled cry, he lifted Yu Yun and gently laid her on the bed, pressing his body against hers.

"Your Majesty helped Qing Luan leave the palace. Qing Luan will provide you with a list of dangerous individuals near you." Qing Luan spoke confidently, as if certain Yu Zinuo had no choice but to cooperate with him.

When Qin Muchen chased down, she was already gone. He didn't know whether she'd hidden in some corner or flagged down a car and left. His mind went blank—he couldn't imagine where she might have gone.

A father, who spent his entire life giving for his child and family—does he deserve a little freedom of time and space before death?

【Team】Hai Kuo Tian Kong: If not "sister," then should I call you disciple? She's your mother-in-law in name now.

"Not necessarily," Yu Zinuo pouted dismissively, her eyes brimming with longing—perhaps she'd been cooped up too long.

Sikong Han turned back: "You call this sitting properly?" He grabbed Yu Yun's hands and wrapped them around his waist.

This moved Luo Bingxuan inwardly—this man possessed a perspective beyond worldly concerns, always seeing through others' hearts, and viewing problems with icy calm.