Chapter 561

Some say Huang Huijuan is heartless, or that she’s too carefree to care about her son’s recklessness.

But she absolutely cannot lose face or fall behind in front of Jiang Yingxue.

Yet now the incident has happened, she feels guilty, and her voice when speaking to Jiang Yingxue dropped three degrees in volume.

“Do you remember that seaside restaurant in Binhai? It’s still there—I’ll treat you to dinner tonight.”

Jiang Yingxue saw Huang Huijuan’s pleading expression,

“Comrade Wuyun has unwavering resolve; surely he will one day attain the Great Dao. What a pity…” Amitabha gazed at the pond, sighing and shaking his head.

He’s just not good with words, not skilled at expressing himself—not uncaring. Hua Qianli now sees it clearly: as long as the two of them can live together in happiness and peace, who takes the lead and who follows matters little.

As CEO of the Bai family, her Bai Corporation grew to its largest scale, with the highest revenues for Qiyi Nature and Sishuiliu Nian, and many branch stores opened. Every month-end, she donated 100,000 taels to aid the poor, earning widespread public admiration.

Jie was startled, staring at Qingjin—how could this unbound, unruly third senior brother care about her conduct?

“Jin Lin, why are you out?” Jin Yi didn’t dwell on it; his headache vanished. Seeing Jin Lin emerge from the Haotian Divine Bracelet, he was taken aback and asked aloud.

“Since we’ve seen you, you won’t get away with this! Your aura is too violent—you’ve eaten too many people. I won’t let you continue.” Lin Yi’s face turned cold as she drew her broom-sword, pointing it at the cat demon, a chilling energy locking onto the black cat crouched in the corner.

Beauty, you must know—this path, I never intended to turn back. I will hold your hand tightly, walk with you forever, until death itself cannot part us.

“Damn it, how could you let her go?” Hai Hun roared, punching the snow-white wall with a fist, leaving a deep indentation of an inch.

A sultry breath brushed her neck, a scorching kiss descended like a storm, and a vivid crimson pattern slowly traced along the graceful curves of her body, lingering over her delicate collarbone.

“Sun Mao was originally the commander of the imperial guard under the governor of Huacheng. Chang Sheng was from the Bai City imperial guard. When the Hu people of Fan City rebelled, many families were there, and since the court refused to mobilize, everyone grew desperate—so they all quit serving the court and came here.” Zhang Liao replied.

Lu Yanghou, who once won great military glory for the Great Xia Dynasty, was posthumously enfeoffed as a marquis. In Jiuzhou City, he owns a mansion.

“Shut your mouth! If you mention last time again, I’ll kill you right now.” Tian Yan felt Bing Ran’s grip on the sword trembling slightly.

Outside the hotel, the street bustled with people. Autumn wind swept in coolness, dispersing the drifting clouds. Wild geese flew south, painting the sky with a beautiful scene.

“Impossible?” Xue Po stared at Tian Yan, his face filled with utter disbelief.

If the two were already married, Zhang Biao’s violent nature might have led him to crush her on the spot and slap Yao Jia.

These high-level zombies possess intelligence but are controlled; they never disobey their master. Even if the master now commands them to storm Blue Sky Settlement at all costs, they will obey without question.

Yet when he awoke, he was already inside a prison, unaware of who his captor was.

Zhang Biao’s voice nearly broke into sobs. He truly felt he’d lost face utterly today—he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Looking into the eyes of his brothers, Di Jiang gently closed his eyes. After a few breaths, his closed eyelids snapped open violently, and a ripple of spatial energy shot straight into the eyes of the other Ancestral Wu.

Many wild boars charged into the traps and were impaled by sharp branches. Others rushed to the fence and foolishly tried to push it open with their snouts—only to be speared to death.