Chapter 194: 193 It

Fang Qingye did not lie to Xia He.

During this time, besides fishing, he helped in his grandfather’s nursery, and of course, on days he didn’t fish, he didn’t need to wake up early.

Today he slept until half past nine, got up, washed up, went out to eat, then headed to his grandfather’s nursery.

At this moment, his phone rang; it was Wang Chenyang calling, so he answered while riding his bike.

“Assistant Fang… oh, I can’t call you that anymore, I—”

Just now, he was once again slain by a flame blade conjured by the residual soul of the Demon Flame Sword Emperor.

They investigated the numbers in the hooligan’s phone and ultimately confirmed that An Yixin had hired them; they had already gone to make the arrest.

Everyone felt uneasy upon hearing this, knowing this wasn’t the place for deep discussion. “I toast to all my senior brothers,” Shen Chenxiang raised his cup. “Junior brother, please!” The table was filled with harmony.

Le Rang dared not accept it, but when she glanced at Qu Huai, he calmly took the jade bracelet from the box and personally slipped it onto her wrist.

Wang Quan chimed in at this point, puzzled: “If that’s the case, how could Fang Peng have had the chance?”

Suddenly, a young man rushed over clumsily to catch the flying disc, his eyes locked on its position, leaping up to grab it.

With such a hard slap, the jade piece lodged in her throat shot out and struck me in the face.

I asked her what was wrong; she said the coffin material was wrong—it didn’t look like the usual pine or cypress, but rather locust wood.

The tortoise elder six, now freed from Wang Quan’s grasp, had finally begun to understand—he figured he wouldn’t die anytime soon.

She was unconscious; she couldn’t take responsibility for him. Besides, even if she were awake, she’d only report him to the police, never take the blame for him.

Saying this, he waved his hand again, and two more big men drew their knives, circling menacingly. These were already the maximum number of fighters this alley could hold; more would be useless, for the alley was this narrow.

Australia has one good thing: the land is vast, and if you have money, you can live in a spacious home almost surrounded by a forest park, just like Armand’s home now.

Hua Yuye instantly knocked down three men; turning his head, he saw Li He had also taken down the other two. Before anyone could react, he had already seized control of the scene.

Therefore, the Hetao region is of vital importance to China; only by controlling Hetao can the safety of Guanzhong and Yanyun be guaranteed. Precisely for this reason, after unifying the nation, Qin Shi Huang immediately deployed thirty thousand troops to attack Hetao. After Meng Tian reclaimed Hetao, the direct threat to Guanzhong was lifted.

Emperor Ruizong did not immediately agree, but sought Chen Wanrong’s opinion: “Wanrong, what do you think—can twenty cannons take Shi Bao City?” Chen Wanrong’s words carried the most authority; he could not fail to consult him.

Xia Jie, without asking for explanation, rushed forward and kicked the suspected attacker away, then turned and punched the guest who had suddenly risen from the adjacent seat. The hidden assassins, seeing their ambush had failed, switched to open assault, ignoring the staff’s shouts behind the bar.

“You ran into an enemy, didn’t you?” Lord Long spoke. The way she covered her face—unless she’d encountered an enemy she couldn’t defeat, there was no other possibility.

It was clear that Chen’s children were all filial; Uncle Chen was indeed a blessed man, but why did he keep calling himself a scoundrel, claiming he was guilty?

Looking down, one saw a vast, fertile plain stretching endlessly, crisscrossed by rivers and dotted with lakes, forming a dense network of waterways. These two lakes appeared against the backdrop of a waterland landscape, like a natural painting, showing no trace of human craftsmanship.

Not a single hair could be seen on the floor; the bedding had been replaced with a brand-new set of pure white sheets, and Zhang Yaming’s clothes and socks, once thrown everywhere, had been washed and hung neatly in the closet.