Chapter 461: A Day's Work

"So you're President Ruan's little boyfriend?"

The speaker was a woman wearing frameless glasses.

In her early thirties, her hair tied in a bun, dressed in a red sheath dress, she looked extremely shrewd and capable.

At that moment she sat in a chair holding a cup, sizing up Shen Siyuan with open curiosity.

"Hello." Shen Siyuan smiled and greeted her.

"This is Manager Le." Long Shihai whispered in his ear.

Shen Si

For him, this kind of contact was extremely important—by using Sima Pou as a connection to build ties, he could at least behave a little more boldly in Jiankang in the future, if not walk around with impunity. Thinking of this, he could hardly wait to share this good news with his father.

Because she had not yet adjusted to the time difference, Ye Xinyu got up very early and began her morning exercise on a road near home.

The doctor examined her carefully, found slight swelling on her face, prescribed some medicine for Ye Xinyu to take—three times a day, after meals, on time—and said the swelling would go down in a few days.

The old nanny returned to Noble Consort Luo's side and went forward to vividly describe how they had smashed Noble Consort Hui's palace to smithereens, and how they had made them furious yet too afraid to speak up.

"Eh, there's an aura inside his body that doesn't belong to him!" Yu Miaoyu exclaimed in shock, then reached out to grab Cao Fu, determined to investigate.

Nanmen Yan had not expected Ye Qiu to actually dare talk back to her, and her face instantly turned livid with rage.

"Just you wait and see, my lord." He suddenly thought of a line from a language variety show he liked and couldn't help saying it.

By now the patient's heartbeat had dropped to a rate of just a few beats per minute, and the tumor inside the patient's body was pulsing in sync with that heartbeat.

Zhuo Luo looked at Yang Youling and said, "Do you often feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, like you can't catch your breath—especially in autumn and winter when it gets worse? When you encounter dust, strong wind, floating willow catkins and the like, you get so blocked up you can't breathe, and sometimes even flower pollen can trigger an attack.

Everyone present had come prepared; those who hadn't been bidding much on the floor had been waiting precisely for this moment. They couldn't help crying out in their hearts: Sure enough the wait wasn't wasted, this round was worth it.

Seeing this scene, the faces of Elder Yang and the other four False Core cultivators went completely dark. They knew that although the Ghost-Swallowing Fish had vigorous qi and blood and solid scales, it ultimately lacked spiritual intelligence and knew no techniques; relying on its qi and blood alone it could at most hold off one False Core cultivator, yet there were a full five of them present.

On top of that, because the madam named Chun Niang had her own secret schemes no one could know about, she had specially ordered her subordinates to take good care of her, and aside from a few restricted areas, she was free to move about within the "Green Vine Court." So Li Mu'er hadn't really suffered these past few days.

Furthermore, because all of Liu Qingyan's various accusation letters had been suppressed by Helian Chong using his power, no elder had yet learned of the matter at all—otherwise they would never have allowed Helian Chong to run amok like this.

The prospects of this struggle were very bright, full of light, but the road ahead was rugged—one step at a time, leaving a clear footprint with each.

Therefore, by all reason, Fang Zhe could not have been teleported to a sea area too far from Qizhou, let alone to some other space or world; the place where Fang Zhe appeared should still be Qizhou, or a nearby sea area not far from it.

Seen from a distance, it was a green rainbow and a white streak of light colliding head-on, then kicking up a violently fierce blast of air, so much so that even the surrounding space rippled like the surface of water.

Meng Xuanji gave a flick of his hand, and a handful of ashes fell onto Xie Zisheng's face, leaving him covered in ash and dirt.

Though the rainwater fell on these two, when it passed over their clothes it did not linger at all but slid swiftly to the ground.

He casually pointed at one of the private rooms, and the crowd looked over curiously—only to find it was Xiong Lie. They nearly cursed out loud: wasn't this just making a fool of them?

A few days later, in the Flowing Fire Plains, Xiao Yan, who had been traveling at a frantic pace, finally descended onto a bare, reddish rock peak. His gaze swept around, and at the edge of his vision three auras were rapidly closing in—by the look of it, they would reach this place before long.

This one here had long been accustomed to looking down from on high, had become 'untouched by mortal worldly affairs'. Her understanding of the Yuanlian World was probably the least among all of them.

It really was 'a tiger fallen on the plain bullied by dogs'—when had He Ceng ever been forced into such a wretched state? Having his true intentions seen through, Li Shuang's blood vessels instantly swelled, and a thought rose swiftly in his heart: he had to kill off these two damned people, or else he would go mad.

The instant the copper-rusted, mottled clasp on the box was lifted and the lid thrown open, everyone was stunned.

Seeing that Su Tie was soaked in a large patch on his chest, Wanying lifted her lashes and then lowered them again: "No need… pain that's settled into the bones won't heal…" A sudden stab of pain pierced her heart, Wanying's vision blurred, she reached out to touch him, then suddenly collapsed to the ground like a kite with its string cut.

This convinced Liu Chenyang of Wanying's identity. He was quite appreciative of her eye—at least when it came to fine things, she knew what was good.

This day, the first impression the Demon Nation City gave him was that it was clean and tidy. And after that, it was a riot of blossoms.

"Yes, Brother Lei." Several hundred Hong Gate brothers let out a low roar and automatically split into two groups.

Since the Chairman had chosen to "warn him" at this moment, it meant the state currently had no intention of moving against him, but this kind of sign was indeed an ill omen.

The Ghost Market was also known as the "Black Market"—reportedly backed by a big shot from the Soaring Phoenix Palace, so no one had ever dared to act up there.

He didn't know how much pain the previous Zhang Wei would have had to bear if he hadn't transmigrated over.

The thump thump thump of footsteps drawing ever closer hammered at Luo Qingyao's heart like so many heavy blows.

He didn't take a step, but instead quietly glanced toward Mom and Dad's direction to confirm they weren't in sight, then turned his head, smiled at Shen Lu, and with the speed of lightning, kissed her on the cheek.

At this point Duan Yuming also understood: no matter whether he actually wanted to kill the other party or not, as long as the Evening Bell tolled, the other party would absolutely die; and if he didn't obey the Evening Bell's instructions, within the following week Duan Yuming's luck would turn terribly bad—bad to the point that even drinking cold water could get stuck between his teeth.