Chapter 867: What

He Chen ignored her scrutiny.

To the senior’s eyes, this woman scored above eight out of ten; to him, her allure didn’t even match that of the little princess behind him, Huangfu Shumin.

Others saw her as beautiful only because her style was trendy and her branded attire amplified her aura.

But in true beauty, she was no match for Huangfu Shumin.

He Chen, however, was never fooled by branded labels.

Staying for one or two years was to wait until Xiao Fei turned eighteen—the legal age for marriage.

“That’s right! Old Qiu, your design was fully outsourced, but our company’s still unassigned—I’m counting on Brother Zhang to help us out too,” said Chen Xudong, identical to the man from Hexi Cotton Textile, later revealed to be his father.

Watching him sink into despair, she patiently comforted him and cared for his daily life; though he had grown cold toward her for half a year, he felt he could no longer live without her.

As he stared at the altered information, Jiang Fan remained stunned: according to the system’s hint, the meat of the One-Horned Black Lin Snake was entirely edible—and its effects seemed quite potent.

“No, after all these years of searching, we’ve learned: the Guardian appears when the time comes; deliberate effort often backfires.”

Fatty thought he’d misheard—he’d already prepared to unleash his might and reclaim his dignity, only to punch nothing but cotton.

She came to deliver clothing after discussing it with her brother; the money came from her own savings. Juqu Ge'er, knowing the North Sea winters were long and freezing, had given his sister his own wolf-fur padded robe to bring.

With a thunderous *boom*, Master Miduo had anticipated the attack—he leapt into the air, and a bolt of lightning exploded forth.

At Quanzhen Square, immediately after the initiation ceremony and the commendation assembly, the grand event reached its peak under the stewardship of Master Gu Qingxing of the Jiufeng Sect. Amidst a dazzling explosion of fireworks high above the square, the dual celebration unfolded simultaneously.

Luo Changgeng first sat on the steps and smoked a pipe, then said: “Go back to sleep if you’re fine—I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

“No, I won’t let Yanyan or Hanhan come to harm—not under any circumstances!” Yan Ruoyi grabbed her phone and dialed Qin Shaoyu.

Upon finishing, the head housekeeper even disdainfully wiped her hands—such people were always opportunistic: they befriended those who benefited them and simply ignored those who offered nothing.

The next day, Qin Shaoyu and Ye Zhilan arrived at the dress shop; Wang Fengyi was already waiting. Grandpa Qin had feared Qin Shaoyu’s indifference, so he’d assigned Wang Fengyi to keep watch.

At that moment, the white shadow reappeared, darting like a ghost between the dark figures, swinging its fists.

Facing the flames, Du Ji dared not underestimate them—he scattered a handful of powder over them, causing the fire to gradually die out.

Who was the Emperor? He was the Sect Master’s husband. If the Sect Master found out he’d disguised someone as the Emperor, he’d peel the man alive.

“I… Big Brother, you don’t mean I have to knock this guy out to get the number, right? Damn, I’m not scared—but taking down a brute like this…”

At the instant the bronze mirror shattered, the sensation of being watched that Ye Jiujiu had just felt vanished completely—her senses were inherently sharper than ordinary people’s; she trusted her intuition.

Murong Hui cared only for killing Beichen Jiuge; in his view, the old patriarch of the Beichen family was already poisoned and had little time left. If Beichen Jiuge died, the entire Beichen clan would collapse.

After Ye Long stripped away Xue Mo’s chaotic Qi, it gathered on his palm, appearing dark black.

He, too, had once ventured out into the world to gain his strength—without that strength, he could never have become the White Deer King; his current status would never have been possible.