Chapter 132: Duo Duo

Lin Jianming is exactly seventy this year, and his wife Song Qingwei is two years younger than him.

Both have long since retired, and all company affairs have been handed over to their son Lin Libo.

Because he came from the military and married late, his son Lin Libo is only forty-three this year, still in his prime.

Lin Libo is busy with company matters daily; the household is taken care of by his wife Huang Jiayan, and they have a son, Lin Wentai, who is only thirteen and in junior high.

People used to say that time slows down when it snows, because each snowflake falling retreats into the past by milliseconds.

Su Ni froze, lifted her head, slowed her chewing of the pig's trotter, and her big eyes gleamed as she looked from Chen Laoda to Teacher Zheng.

After all, An Jingrou didn't poison Feng Tingchuan. Even if she ignores it, he won't die—just feel worse.

She thought that, given her current relationship with Mu Chengxian, he would nod without hesitation.

Xiao Song tried several times to tell the servant: tell him, your second young master fears his elder brother! But in the end, he thought better of it—this kind of talk, if it got out, would become an issue.

She once thought the darkness of human nature she'd witnessed was enough, but now she knew: the human heart can only grow darker, never reach its darkest.

My mother told me: always treat your father well—he is, after all, your father, the one who gave you life and raised you.

He suffered greatly; as a man, enduring this terrible curse had become his mental affliction.

Before he could break free, two more chains wrapped around his body and neck. Now he was truly trapped, and the five fire birds had already lunged at him.

Saying this, he raised his cup, using tea as wine, and clinked it against Su Ni's and Zhang Wei's drinks.

Having understood this point about stopping nausea, Liu Jianing also clearly knew that if possible, he must keep pushing himself harder.

Thus, thinking of this, Liu Jianing's eyes now held a glimmer of determination—he knew that now he must continue striving.

Huo Xi's expression grew even more triumphant; for this day, he had ordered craftsmen to design and forge this special food box months ago—the box alone was worth ten thousand taels of silver, not to mention the ice transported along the way. Knowing summer had passed and stored winter ice was nearly exhausted, ice was now hardest to find.

Nishino Maki suddenly lifted her head, her violet-purple eyes gazing over, disbelieving.

The early defense tower dealt extremely high damage, and Liu Jianing's Barbarian King charged straight toward it—within moments, the Barbarian King's health was depleted; just as the tower's final attack was about to kill it, a roar suddenly rang out.

Peng Shinian had already briefed Feng Yiming on the way to pick someone up; he knew this matter couldn't be spoken of lightly, and after stammering for half a while, he still said nothing.

This man was always impeccably courteous—even if the next second he would fight the other to the death, he would still maintain perfect manners now.

Guo Dalu stared at the green ox without speaking, silently deducing the origin of the white ox—there were only two possible outcomes: if he deduced it, fine; if not, at least he'd know its origin was extraordinary.

After hearing Zhang Lin's words, Ouyang Yu Fei felt disheartened; she hadn't expected things to turn out this way—if she'd known, she would have bought the tickets even if she'd been busier these past few days.

Li Lin looked over: sure enough, their side had already reached five deaths, with only ten kills—meaning the other four had killed two system characters, still ordinary units, yet at the cost of three deaths.

When she picked up the steamed sturgeon, her chopsticks paused—Commandery Prince Xiang never ate this fish. Had he changed his tastes in his reborn life, or was he merely eating the fish's side dishes?