Chapter 211

He said he's from your village and used to be an accountant at the county Mu Youzhi Company… Secretary Gao, why are you asking this like there's something else behind it? Fang Qingye sensed something.

"Yes… there are things he didn't tell you—he's our village's old shangfang hu." Gao Yan said.

Fang Qingye was stunned: "Shangfang hu?!"

"Yes, back when the Mu Youzhi factory was restructured, he felt cheated in the calculation of seniority and buyout compensation, and afterward…"

But one of the death row inmates remained calm, as if such things were utterly ordinary to him.

Just as the white bone claw was about to touch the mirror's surface, a single feather floated gently down from the air and landed softly upon the mirror.

Wind stirred the blue peaks, dark clouds pressed down, and in an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared, revealing a terrifying, sinister scene.

Once they stepped out of Wan Yan Courtyard, Jiang Yiniang's frailty and wounded expression vanished completely, replaced by calmness.

Her slender shoulders were bare, her long skirt spread open to reveal delicate white legs, red silk cords tied around her ankles with tiny bells; she walked over, lightly raised her toes, and kissed Yan Han's lips.

"No! My throat just hurts." The blue-robed disciple said, pinching his throat as if to prove it was sore.

Deng Fengrui controlled the scene, walked over to Zheng Yuxing, reached out to help her up, shrugged off his coat and draped it over her, then dashed past the reporters' flashbulbs and the idiot fans' attacks.

The man was indeed leaning back in his chair, brows tightly furrowed, lips pressed thin—he had fallen asleep silently.

The Lin family patriarch gritted his teeth; though Cai Renzhou was a son-in-law who had married into the family, Lin Jiajia could not unilaterally divorce him without the clan's approval.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned his gaze to Su Qingyi, then spun around and yanked out all three roses before running again toward the private room's exit.

He deliberately added "朕" at the end to assert his authority, yet the smile in his eyebrows and corners of his eyes betrayed his good mood.

"We can only go see." Luo Qingyue glanced at Jun Wuxie; after this conversation, her mood had clearly improved, but her worry for Luo Yu remained.

He thought Li Rui's membership card was Xia Yanbing's, so he turned back to beg Xia Yanbing for help.

So whether in status, position, strength, figure, or appearance, Hua Yurong possessed things no one else had.

Judging the direction of the voice, Yi Wuchen's face flushed red, but the heart lodged in his throat suddenly dropped.

After washing up, Li Chen drove Zhang Zhenan toward Yuhuatai District; the office building Zhang Zhenan had sent people to find stood on Zijinghua Road, a newly built eighteen-story structure only three years old.

Su Qingyi, who had just stepped beside Li Rui, froze, startled, looked at Li Rui, then suddenly understood and quickly turned to look at Xia Yanbing.

"Fine…" Jin Fushun reluctantly poured him wine, then opened a new bottle for himself and poured some too.

"Damn it, I'm being serious—how'd you guess so accurately?" Clearly not distracted by Li Chen's joke, the two pressed again.

Hua Lingluo was on the second floor of the bamboo pavilion, overlooking the garden: a clear pond, pink lotuses, lush banana trees, fresh peonies, a pavilion, green willows.

"You… how can you kill so recklessly?" After a long silence, the cultivators finally couldn't hold back, staring tightly at Yang Ming.

Living with the broom, her nature was naturally incomparable. Having entered the palace so long, Consort De had always been devoutly Buddhist, never entering the harem's squabbles.

For the snow marten's repeated demands that Ye Zichen let go of her, Ye Zijue could no longer bear it—this thing was too noisy.

"Gagaga! All these are Void-Piercing cultivators—if we net them all, it'll be a devastating loss for the Northern Frontier!" The demon corpse's eyes gleamed with excitement as he strode forward, stepping toward Su Qing and the others.

Night was dark, wind howled high—if this were an ordinary villa, at this hour, two in the morning, the lights wouldn't be blazing.

The voice rose, then dropped to a low command—but this low command carried an indescribable, elusive feeling.

The young man was a distinguished disciple of Ling Jian Sect, his cultivation no weakling; with a slight flick of his hand seal, silver light erupted along his sword, transforming into a giant bird that dove to peck at the giant dragon's eye formed by the Cold Dragon Knife.

And the latter had existed before, but was later shut down by the school; many shops here on the square were relocated from that side.

Fat Orange really wanted to snicker—he'd followed along just to see what personality Zheng Xuan would pick for the system.

An elderly male voice came from the phone; hearing it, Li Ru's body instantly stiffened.

Zheng Tao gritted his teeth but had to force out, "Father." When Zheng Yunsheng didn't respond, he called again twice.

Yao Xixi suddenly gasped, eyes wide with disbelief: "Aunt… Auntie, this… this isn't private exchange of affection?" She whispered the four characters "private exchange of affection," stunned that her aunt would have her take the lead in physical intimacy with her eldest cousin. She was a girl from a respectable family—how could she do such a thing?

Huang Yuankui was equally stunned; Emperor Zhao Ming had endured embarrassment and shock to change A Jiu's clothes—his mental strength was immense.

Ye Qingcheng realized that in martial skill, she might match Mo Youxun, but in inner strength, she was far behind.

Though dressed in a simple, elegant gown, Song Jing looked like a celestial immortal, untouched by dust, especially her luminous eyes, shining like stars, clear to the bottom.

"Wait!" Lei Ting hadn't finished speaking when a barrage of light bullets struck him down. Hare lowered his raised right hand and walked toward Lei Ting.

Bai Yaxuan curled his lips, furrowed his brows, and for the first time, a hint of anger appeared on his usually expressionless face.

Princess Linshang sneered; the First Lady always acted with meticulous care, never leaving anyone any leverage—it had taken Princess Linshang great effort to uncover this.

"Grandma, do you feel better?" Zheng Ji watched the elderly man, who had closed his eyes as if savoring something.

Taiges also fell silent; they had never before compromised so humbly—this was the first time! But the Spirit of Xuan Water, after summoning the War Gods to a meeting, had told them: Liu Tian will surely become like the Spirit Emperor—those were the Spirit Emperor's own words.

His head lowered slightly; after spending half a month under Ming Lao's tutelage, he was no longer the man he once was—especially in his combat style.