Chapter 844

One Hundred and Ninety-One: The Warm Embrace

Therefore, the longer one delays seeking the diabetes remedy, the more advantageous it is for Ouyang Rong.

Because he is the sole channel of communication between Sun Laodao and Chen Jiaxin.

With a little thought, there is ample room for maneuver—exploiting information asymmetry to gain some advantage.

Ouyang Rong pondered all the way back to his courtyard.

Arriving at the courtyard gate, Ouyang Rong suddenly snapped back to awareness—he had reached his destination.

Yet he

Therefore, the longer one delays seeking the diabetes remedy, the more advantageous it is for Ouyang Rong.

Because he is the sole channel of communication between Sun Laodao and Chen Jiaxin.

With a little thought, there is ample room for maneuver—exploiting information asymmetry to gain some advantage.

Ouyang Rong pondered all the way back to his courtyard.

Arriving at the courtyard gate, Ouyang Rong suddenly snapped back to awareness—he had arrived.

Yet he raised his head

Suddenly, Mo Wan’s ears twitched; she heard hoofbeats not far to her right. She instantly dismounted, tied the horse to a nearby post, leaned forward, and hid behind a thicket, listening intently.

“Hmph, only he’s allowed to be talented? I can’t be talented too?” Mo Xingchen’s arrogant demeanor was truly a match for Fan Tianluo.

Unknown to him, Ermao shook him violently; even though Shen Muyu exerted all his strength, he nearly got thrown off. Forced to act, Shen Muyu flattened himself onto Ermao’s back, clinging tightly to it.

After playing all afternoon and eating dinner, Duo’er fell into a deep sleep—of course, she slept in Bi’er’s room. This was their agreed decision; Gu Han had no say at all—even if he spoke up, they would simply ignore him.

“This is entirely my fault for failing to notice in time, allowing several disciples of the Giant Demon Cave to seize an opportunity. It is my transgression,” said the red-haired demon cultivator, filled with profound remorse, though he knew full well that before Hunshi, punishment was inevitable.

“Huh? Where is he?” Wu Qimeng frowned, seeing no trace of Mo Yang in the parlor—only clothes scattered on the floor—as she slowly walked toward her bedroom.

A silent duel unfolded between two men; all of Milan became their battlefield, fought over love.

Yuan Xiucheng tried to stop him, but before he could speak, Liu Sheng had already smelled the scent of flesh. His body lunged forward violently; though Xu Han swiftly retracted his hand, his fingertip was still scraped by Liu Sheng’s sharp fangs, blood spurting out.

“Huaiyu and I think alike—Lv Bu must have crossed the river at Pubei Ferry!” Hua Xiong felt Xu Rong was truly a general’s talent, analyzing matters with such clarity.

Feng Qiqi stepped down from the carriage with Jun Moli, lifted her head, and took a deep breath—even the air outside felt fresher than that within Li Prince’s Mansion.

“Beast, get out of my way, or I’ll burn you to ashes!” Huo Yanzi had no interest in the dragon’s appearance and roared loudly.

Thirty-five li from Bianliang City, Nie Junhuai realized Duan Shoutian was now serious. And across the realm, only one person could command such focused attention from him.

Chen Meina knew this burly man meant trouble—he was beyond the capability of the thin man and the fat man to handle.

Jia Xu, Duan Dai, and other officers also noticed Hua Xiong’s expression, but since no one could be punished for collective silence, they weren’t sure whether Hua Xiong would spare these thirty-two soldiers—after all, on the first roll call, some might still be adjusting.

Neighbors gathered around, clearly hearing the old man’s words—“buried up to the neck in soil”—and Xu Squire instantly clutched his chest, collapsed to the ground in rage. Xu Mansion’s servants scrambled to help him, while the local gentry of Erlangshan County watched with delight, eagerly awaiting how Xu Squire’s humiliation would end.

Jun Moli then mounted the warhorse kept at the mansion and galloped toward Yi Prince’s Mansion. Halfway there, he suddenly remembered—Jun Chuyou was still in the palace, waiting for the evening banquet. Jun Chuyou had not returned to Yi Prince’s Mansion; how then could Feng Qiqi go there?

If I were strong enough, if my forces vastly outnumbered theirs, would they dare provoke me?

“Lead a large force to attack the Lu Family Courtyard!” Lu Shuangyang was stunned at first sight of these words—was the Li Clan Lord planning to fight to the death?