Chapter 270: The Old Axe

Shen Siyuan woke up feeling refreshed and picked up his phone, only to find a message from Ruan Hongzhuang asking if he had gotten up yet.

Seeing he hadn't replied, she sent no further messages.

So he replied, stating that he had just gotten up.

Ruan Hongzhuang immediately sent a photo of herself eating breakfast.

Jiang Yingxue was smiling and waving at the camera.

"I'm going out with my mom later. What are your plans for today?"

In the villa of the mute Zhang in the suburbs of the capital, Yu Zhengran sat on a large rock jutting out over the back mountain, "admiring the view," the curve of his lips showing his good mood.

Gazing at the pitch-black night sky, I couldn't help but wonder what Wang Yingli really meant. Wasn't she angry about my threat? Besides, I didn't even have any photos of Xia Wanyu; could it be she didn't know? Moreover, the relationship between Xia Wanyu and Wang Yingli seemed extremely hostile.

Zhang Guifang thought for a moment and suddenly realized that perhaps Zhang Kuan, though appearing large, was actually a silver-tipped wax spear, good only for looking at but useless for use.

I felt my body wasn't up to it today, so I didn't drink. Normally, Zhang Zhi would never have let me off, but Zhang Zhi was also worried about my health, so he didn't make me drink.

Ye Ming's vision returned, revealing a vast desert expanse before him. An endless desert stretched out, and beyond the distant horizon lay an endless darkness.

"Go to hell! An A6? You dare give it? Would they even dare to take it? I told you to use Old Fox's name to deliver the gift; otherwise, with your cowardly nature, I doubt you could even get into the Military District compound." I instantly flew into a rage; this Su Dongpo was clearly trying to scam my money. No way, absolutely not.

"I have something I'd like to say while we have this opportunity." Lin Feng took the microphone from Han Bing's hand while smiling and speaking softly.

After glancing at his fist once, Ye Shaojie never looked at it again, nor did he make any evasive move; he simply looked at the man with a hint of surprise, as if he hadn't seen the fist at all.

Who would have thought these siblings would show not an ounce of courtesy? It's utterly outrageous; do they still consider him an elder, an uncle?

Suddenly, I felt it no longer mattered who Su Qing loved; as long as Su Qing was happy being with Mo Yincheng, that was enough. Mo Yincheng was right; Su Qing had suffered too much grievance following him. Now, as long as Su Qing was happy, nothing else mattered.

Duan Zhong nodded. Although Xiao Li had verbally promised for now, who could say what the future held? Besides, I have a blood feud with Xiao Li for the death of my son; perhaps the moment I hand over the bomb, I'll be counter-killed by Xiao Li. Wouldn't that be a wish? So my heart remained extremely uneasy.

Dao Qianjun's idea was good; if he went to notify Chen Fei, the remaining people probably wouldn't be so lucky. It would be better for him to tie up the Corrosion Knight himself to create an opportunity for others.

"Alright! If you old one doesn't mind the trouble, I'll save on travel expenses!" Saying this, I opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

Upon hearing this, Pu Yuzi's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. Surveying the mess around him and then seeing the lumberjack family completely unscathed, he believed her words without a doubt.

"It's me, Brother Zichen." Wei Yan was eager to clarify. Upon hearing Xia Hou's voice, his uncertain heart finally settled.

Among the famous figures under heaven, truly none were as unreliable as Meng Qingyi. Yet precisely because of this, Meng Qingyi seemed much more approachable. Even Xie Wuyi, meeting him for the first time, felt this big brother was someone worth getting to know.

"Overestimating oneself." Seeing Yue Zhengxie press his lips shut and say nothing, Lu Xue coldly grabbed his hair and slammed his head hard against the pillar of the gallows behind him.

Xu Yixuan lifted his head slightly. The sunlight was dazzling, yet there wasn't a shred of joy in his heart. He didn't feel he had done anything remarkable; it was just that this matter truly affected his mood.