Chapter 338: On the Road (1)

The two families of Lin Jianming and Tao Guangxia naturally did not come to see off Shen Siyuan.

Although they were very "respectful" toward Shen Siyuan, scheming in every way to build good relations with him, they were all shrewd people and would not eagerly press themselves forward; doing so would actually be beneath them.

They had naturally come to see off their own daughters.

After carefully giving instructions, they told the girls to obediently listen to Shen Siyuan.

Then they whispered further advice: if they ran into a bad guy, fight if they could win, and run if they couldn't.

Shen Si

But Angelo did not feel angry—getting annoyed over a few letters casually knocked off by someone? That would be a waste of time and energy.

I could tell he gritted his teeth as he said that, and I felt an unspeakable satisfaction in my heart. Ever since Haozi left, this guy had given me a complete change of face. Damn it—today I, Luo Xu, have finally gotten my revenge, haven't I.

The moment Murong Xue saw Qin Mengya's expression, she knew things were bad. It seemed Shangguan Mo's careless remark had drawn her resentment.

After saying that, Beile casually picked up a bottle of beer and started drinking. This was his usual manner—every gesture, whether smoking or drinking, was quite elegant. If it were anyone else, I would never use the word "elegant," but rather… putting on an act. Yet Beile seemed to possess just that kind of charm.

In the past, Yan Yi had always been a very gentle, very gentlemanly man; unless absolutely forced to, he would never lose composure like this.

Speaking of Liunian, after leaving the hospital room, Liunian suddenly didn't know where to go. She only knew that the room was unbearably oppressive, and she wanted to take a breath of fresh air.

Yun Nianjin's hand suddenly tightened, and Feng Yuanbin and Yue Cai simultaneously felt their breath cut off in an instant. They could even clearly hear the sound of "crack… crack…" coming from their cervical vertebrae.

Walking alone down the street, Meng Fan Lang thought about how many people he had met these past days, and how each of them had, to one degree or another, once received help from the Quan family.

Su Yiqing was stunned for a moment before she realized that Joey was the one behind all of this.

After saying that, she ran up to him, threw herself straight into his arms, slipped both hands from his waist around to his back, fumbled around his waist for a long while, and only then untied his apron for him.

At noon, she could hardly wait and brought along several of the more high-status females from the tribe, along with some of the shrewder beastfolk.

Therefore, the significance—and naturally the difficulty—of sparing the Yellow Turban captives outside Changshe City differed vastly from that of sparing the Yellow Turban elites inside Guangzong City.

"Isn't that obvious—if we didn't, would we have come to ask you for our people?" Xu Nuo's expression grew sterner with each word, as if she were calling him to account.

Yun Qing pressed her lips tightly together, her gaze flicking again and again to that faintly glowing button, yet she still did not reach out to press it.

As for the supply of meats like chicken, duck, and fish, Shengxia also had to find a way to secure a source of goods; all of these matters would take her time to handle.

Hearing the Eldest Brother's stern and furious words, the Third Brother shrank his neck in fright and dared not say another word, though inwardly he remained unconvinced.

In front of her, he had always been calm and self-possessed; now being "led by the nose" by her, Qiao Chu found it especially amusing.

Qi Heng was never a man of rich experience to begin with; ever since taking charge of Huanggang, he had been feeling his way across the river, stepping on stones as he went.

When the few youths put their heads together and argued for several days, they settled on a concrete approach to setting the questions. They began composing questions following the logic of the textbooks and exam papers, and their exercise set was a great success—because it stumped even Han Sen.

The speaker was a burly man; his head was covered by a dark-green biotech helmet, and at the very top of the eerie helmet there was a slit, revealing a tuft of red hair.

However, during this period he gained something else: by drawing upon the vital essence of his own kind, he could make up for his own deficiencies.

Things had been perfectly fine, but now that the territory had grown larger, the common people would have to suffer—wasn't that more loss than gain?

The reason he felt the call, on one hand, was that Yu Rui was in a state of surging fortune at the time—one could say his luck had turned.