Chapter 492: Fairness

In the evening, Shen Siyuan saw Lan Xinyi again.

The moment they met, Lan Xinyi's mother, Bai Yulan, knelt before him.

"Thank you, Master Shen. Xinyi told me everything. Thank you for your help, and thank you for giving me another chance to see her." As Bai Yulan spoke, she kowtowed to Shen Siyuan.

She not only kowtowed herself, but also pulled Lan Xinyi down to kowtow.

"There is no need for this. Meeting is a matter of fate."

Shen Siyuan hurriedly held up Bai

So the next day, Sun Eunuch, as usual, put on a cheerful smiling face, shining brightly upon the earth and spreading his warmth.

Before she could even utter the words "dare not," Zhu Houzhao's face suddenly hardened, revealing an expression demanding she take it back.

Before Qingyunzi's Cloud Dragon could reach the evil cultivators' position, a loud roar erupted from their ranks. Immediately, a gloomy youth in a black robe appeared on the horizon. The youth's eyes flickered with eerie blood-red light, and wherever his gaze fell, space twisted in a bizarre manner.

Just as everyone was calling out, La Lu suddenly saw a crimson glow ignite within the pitch-black pit. Was that not the Ghost King Flame unique to the Big Dipper?

"You should discuss these matters with our Crown Prince," Ying declined tactfully. The Crown Prince had only instructed him to deliver the imperial edict, not to do anything else.

Under such circumstances, to still invite people to visit after the Buddha's sect is restored is purely insincere. This Buddha disciple of the Buddha's sect is utterly shameless.

Yet, her voice gradually faded into the night, with no one responding at all. Chan'er did not give up, still pounding on the door with all her might.

In Fang Zheng's heart, the Great Buddha's belongings should belong to Buddhism. Although Lin Feng, who received the Great Buddha's inheritance, was unwilling to become a monk, he still treated Buddhism with courtesy, which was good. However, if these things fell into the hands of the Nameless Dao, Buddhism would be nothing but a fart, and they would not think a single good thought about Buddhism.

If she were to be intimate with another man, or even do more private things, an uncontrollable rage would surge within his heart.

Although the Prime Minister is still in the palace, as long as the Prime Minister's residence is guarded, he will eventually have to return.

"Yan Feifei... why did you leave... where did you go..." She was dead drunk, slumped over a table in a bar, muttering to herself incessantly. Tears blurred her eyes, and her heart was weeping too.

The group ate and drank leisurely, without haste or anxiety, enjoying a full and comfortable meal. At seven o'clock in the evening, Xie Shengming contacted Yu Jie to ask if Fan Bastard was available.

Fang Weiyu opened her weak eyes. In her daze, she thought she saw Yan Feifei, but she knew clearly that the person holding her could not be Yan Feifei.

Su Ju'an watched coldly as Zheng Peizhi and Li Changlong acted affectionately toward each other, preparing to leave. Just as she turned around, she bumped into a hard chest. She quickly stepped back, but the other person wrapped an arm around her waist.

Although we don't have any, we can borrow some. We can borrow it from the tofu workshop run by Shopkeeper Miao, or even from Zhang the Butcher.

"Big busybody, you finally have time to receive us?" Chu Huandong mocked, his face flushed.

"Are you serious? Does she really want to reconcile?" Li Meng asked again in disbelief, her eyes filled with conflict. What if there was a trick?

Although Wang Fang's own love life was not very ideal, she was very enthusiastic about describing love life. There were quite a few passionate scenes in it, of course, all within acceptable limits; otherwise, appearing on CCTV was out of the question.

Previously, she cared so much about Peach Blossom Drunkenness. Now that Peach Blossom Drunkenness was right before her eyes, and the Willow God had clearly already taken it, yet she let go of her hand again. If she wasn't stupid from being angered by me, then what else could it be?

Niu Jianyang hired many people to work overtime on the renovation. By five o'clock in the afternoon, the house was finished, and the newly purchased furniture began to be slowly moved into the courtyard.