Chapter 224: The Jester

"Do you want me to drive you to the company?" Ruan Hongzhuang asked.

"No thanks, my electric scooter is fine—I'm even more convenient than you driving." Shen Siyuan said.

Then he reached out and brushed his fingers against Ruan Hongzhuang's cheek, withdrew his hand, and a rose appeared in his palm.

"Thank you."

Ruan Hongzhuang reached out to take it, beaming as she tiptoed to kiss Shen Siyuan; only then did they part ways.

Shen Siyuan mounted his electric scooter.

He nodded thoughtfully—Mo Jing truly had some skill; the Mo Family's "Dual Mastery of Medicine and Sword" was no mere publicity stunt.

Whether Wei Moli would come looking for her—or whether she would encounter Wei Moli—was unknown. There was no point expending energy on an uncertain matter.

A horse's neigh suddenly rang out; Zhao Mingyue looked ahead and saw Hun Tiancheng driving a carriage toward them, with Nan Ning seated beside him.

"Yes, I was entrusted with this task," Zhuang Zhensheng said, then got into the car and drove off slowly.

Yuan Lie's gaze burned with intensity; he made no effort to avoid others' stares—he was, in fact, deliberately doing so, asserting his claim.

Huan Shan clapped her hand over her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks, soaking her robe. She shook her head and reached out toward Feng Ling, hoping she would change her mind.

Her skin was soft, smooth, and delicate, free of any makeup scent; instead, a faint warmth of sandalwood lingered in the air.

You only noticed An Zeyi's gaze toward the team leader—but didn't you notice how the team leader looked at An Zeyi? Probably the team leader himself hasn't even realized it.

The Divine Lord turned, his eyes falling upon the transparent column collecting faith energy; his mood grew heavy.

Odin spat a mouthful of dark blood, his face pale, kneeling on one knee as he stared at me with shock and terror.

Bai Yu personally brought me to my father's side before hurrying away—he was said to need to change into the National Preceptor's ceremonial robes for the ritual.

Green's face darkened; he ignored him entirely, forcing some spiritual medicine into Stewart's mouth and casting several spells—but Stewart's complexion turned black, he kept vomiting blood, his eyes grew dim, and blood-tears streamed down his cheeks.

I looked down and saw Helen drenched in blood, her body pierced by countless ice blades, radiating chilling cold—her life force had vanished completely.

These great clans, besides cultivating their own descendants, also recruit talented outsiders to become clan patrons, serving the family.

My expression was vivid, and with my seductive voice, I was unmistakably a creature of indulgence and desire.

Immediately, Zhu Yu shouted "Yes!" and grasped a willow branch, walking toward the blood-colored wolf-headed beast.

Over three days, he worried about her fate if she were taken to Yunnan-Burma, while expending great effort to maneuver against the Lu family and deal with Lu Zhenhua's fake death.

Wu Feipeng, standing beside me, sighed softly—he wasn't on my side at all; what happened to me meant nothing to him, but perhaps he found the scene of a hero's downfall too grim, and felt pity for me.

"Huh?" Luo Wuseng, startled by sudden emotion, pulled the needle from his body—but it slipped back in, piercing his flesh again.

As the dust cleared, the demon-sealing platform lay in ruins; one man stood like a spear, while the other lay motionless.

More and more cultivators joined the hunt for Su Mu—but not all sought to kill him; many simply wished to see the true face of the Black Body Yama Su Mu, the one rumored to be hunted by the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Devouring Warrant.

How long had it been since anyone in the team mentioned that name? Only Huang Meiying, that foolish girl, remained oblivious, having forgotten it entirely.

Ye Ge's heart tightened slightly; Mei Zhao Ling's repeated warnings had suddenly stirred a flicker of curiosity about his own origins.