Chapter 211: Plumber Chen

Facing Chen Mo's sudden attack, the Empress instinctively tensed her body, crossing her arms over her chest, flustered: "You brute, you've been awake all along and just pretended to sleep! You're terrible!"

Chen Mo smiled sweetly: "Your Highness took advantage of me while I was unconscious—wasn't that opportunistic? Who's really the worse one here?"

"Nonsense! Who took advantage of anyone?" The Empress's cheeks flushed, stammering: "I was just pinching your face—how could you possibly… how could you…"

SmokeGhost was this young man's online nickname; everyone met offline through the internet and habitually used online names to feel more intimate.

The towering elephant carried a massive load of construction materials, crushing all excess debris beneath its feet, then shifted its paw to shove the rubble into a garbage truck.

Military boots crushed the damp soil with a muffled thud, just as Jiang Tang had first seen Wei Ye.

"Say that again once you've truly taken control of the Jiang family—right now, it's too soon," Lin Feng said slowly.

One can imagine how the Heart Emperor once radiated brilliance, his countenance as radiant as jade, how in his youth he had been reckless and left his peers far behind, astonishing the world.

When going to pick up Dr. Brizt, he hadn't even had time to eat lunch; after arranging hotel accommodations, he followed Dr. Brizt's advice and headed straight to the technical department.

"My Lord Witch Ancestor…" Mo Yan had barely begun speaking when Witch Ancestor You Li raised a hand to halt her.

After spending another week in the hospital, Pei Yao was finally discharged; though her injuries had nearly healed, her right leg and left hand still needed more rest, so even after leaving the hospital, she could only stay at home.

Because those above had ordered that Jun Chen could freely draw funds from the Dayun Bank; if insufficient, funds could be transferred from other cities.

Qin Chuan, unwilling to yield, screamed wildly, burning his essence blood to block it all—at this moment, he was utterly terrified.

He knew full well the power of this thing: once injected, he would spill every secret he knew like beans falling from a sack—even if he spoke while half-unconscious, it would still count as betraying his inner faith.

Hearing Bai Siyan speak with such firm, resolute conviction, Hua Gonglan found himself utterly speechless, inexplicably "convicted" of a false charge.

"Professor Hu's convoy was ambushed; all accompanying guards and police were killed. Professor Hu and the other two are missing—hurry, come with me to the scene, we must rescue them quickly," the captain said urgently.

Aunt Zhang was preparing breakfast and hadn't seen Liu Che's figure; when she asked, she learned he had gone out for a run.

Hua Gonglan had secretly activated the mechanism while hiding from Bai Li Xuehuang and Bai Li Yuexiu; now, suddenly hearing Bai Li Yuexiu's voice, he felt a rare pang of guilt, his grip on the stone slipping—*pata*—it fell into the pre-set groove.

Guan Xin appeared perfectly calm, without a trace of panic; yet her utterly expressionless eyes filled Qiao Ying with dread.

As the Sword Soul's cold voice fell, no one knew what trick he used, but Feng Duwu's face twisted into a grotesque mask of agony—yet she clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to show weakness.

If these were ordinary corpses, hiding inside the house and staying silent until they left would have sufficed.

All equipment had been loaded onto the ship; Li Gang steered the landing craft slowly out of the hidden dock, then full-throttle toward the high seas.

Hearing this, Qin Gonghu's nose tingled with emotion; he slowly leaned over and buried his face against Nong Yue's shoulder, sobbing softly.

"Good! With the Marquis here, my border is at peace!" Jiang Qi's greed had been feared—but now, with just one request for the governorship of Bingzhou, Zhang Rang's heart eased; for the first time, he truly understood why Jiang Qi had helped him.