Chapter 230: Date

"Is the matter settled?" seeing Shen Siyuan return, Ruan Hongzhuang asked.

"It is settled. Let us continue eating," Shen Siyuan said.

"By the way, I need to tell you something. My mother might come to Binhai in the near future."

"Your mother is coming to Binhai? Does she want to see me?" Shen Siyuan was somewhat surprised.

"She didn't say, but I suppose that is the meaning," Ruan Hongzhuang said.

"Then let us meet. I am not someone who cannot be seen

Li Bashan looked down on Feng Mu from above; his towering, two-meter-plus frame, like a Great Mountain, blocked the light, casting the latter entirely into shadow.

But when becoming the boss, becoming that person high above, one instead begins to think much, beginning to fear death.

He needed only a little physics knowledge, a little imagination, and a little meticulous patience for manual work.

He, Seeing Tang Tang, conducts himself uprightly, never cheats, deceives, or bamboozles people; how could he possibly be coveted?

Lin Ran had some experience and foundation in this area from Han Qianshi; previously, when designing cartoon bread for his mother's bakery, he could handle it with ease.

Li Huoyue was also somewhat frightened; now that everything had calmed, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was close; her useless old father had almost been hacked to death right before her eyes.

With his voice, the voice-activated light in the corridor suddenly lit up, a gentle warm yellow, the light illuminating everything before his eyes.

Liu Dajun answered without thinking; after all, wild boars placed in the space would not spoil, so naturally he was not in a hurry to go.

Amidst the noisy and chaotic sounds, he clearly heard Qiao Zhen's gentle and sweet voice, word by word, lightly tapping his eardrums.

As a powerhouse of mid-tier Tier Ten Heavenly Rank, Camille's alertness was naturally extremely high; if not for the fact that the "Eight Kings Strike" consumed far too much, having already drained almost all of Camille's current power, she would not have exposed such a huge flaw before Najar.

Shen Heyi, being the closest, without thinking, leaped into the air off the cliff, her left hand grabbing Yao Qingmu's arm, while her right hand shot out a silver thread that simultaneously wrapped around a protruding rock on the cliff.

"Cousin, do you want to know what they are saying?" Looking at the pensive Li Chen, An Lisiya revealed a hint of mysterious smile and asked with a teasing tone.

She simply lifted her foot and placed it on his knee, refusing to lose, continuing to study the method of untying. She did not mind the dirty shoe at all.

Although very uncomfortable in her heart, at least it showed that his being good to her last night had only this one purpose, and he was not brewing some conspiracy together with Mo Zihan.

Thinking of the brief happy times she and Chi Yan had in the North Xiang Kingdom, Yun Yue sent them a friendly smile.

She suddenly really wanted to beat someone up, but felt that beating such a fellow a hundred times would not change his stubborn nature.

Wang Yan paused, thinking of the look Wei Rouyi had given her just now, then thinking of her uncle, yet also thinking that she could not stay in the Cold Palace forever.

She simply chose not to delve deep into exactly what feelings it was, not to respond; as long as he went with her, he would do his utmost to protect her. Wasn't that enough? Why must one think about what feelings it was?

Chasing so far, still having to kneel, still having to busy oneself in the kitchen. Sigh, if Liu Xi found out, she would probably have the heart to kill.

Zhongli Canye suddenly felt some difficulty breathing, because he smelled the familiar scent on Qingcheng besides the medicinal fragrance; it was the body scent that once belonged to Manwu.

The Soul-Devouring Blade retreated backward in the air, after sliding over ten meters it swayed in the air, low-moaning incessantly as if injured.

At night, Tian Jing, after much persuasion, almost wearing her mouth raw, finally convinced her mother not to accompany her. She definitely would not be able to sleep tonight and did not want to affect her mother's rest. Moreover, she very much wanted to use the Thought-Sending Handkerchief to speak with He Yunyang.

Pretending any longer was meaningless; the Crown Prince's face held no more sorrow. He looked at Tian Jing coldly and darkly, suppressing the impulse to immediately jump out of bed and strangle her to death.