Chapter 98

Watching Shen Siyuan’s retreating figure.

Huang Niangmu suddenly turned her head and looked at Huang Lancai beside her: “Little sister, Shen Mr. isn’t a good match for you—he’s not suited to you.”

“Grandma, what are you talking about?” Huang Lancai’s cheeks flushed slightly, sounding displeased.

“You know perfectly well what I mean.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore. I’m leaving.” Huang Lancai stood up and walked out, twisting her waist as she went.

Liu Agong stepped forward, somewhat startled.

Yet Er’s next crucial words made Nick Fury listen again with renewed attention.

In the photo, Xu Mushi and Jiang Ciyun were embracing; behind them, the trail of a hang glider was clearly visible.

“Professor, rest assured—I’ll immediately use the Purple Orchid Group’s connections to negotiate with the Egyptian military. As long as Sister Isabella is still alive, we should be able to rescue her,” Ai Lin suddenly said.

The thought that some evil entity might be lurking outside, watching him in the night, calling his name, trying to steal his soul and drain him into a skin like Yu Dao’s—Wang Laodao, with his wildly overactive imagination, couldn’t sleep.

“What are you doing here?” Even though I’d prepared myself mentally, seeing him still startled me. With the thatched hut between us, the barbecue area couldn’t see what was happening here—he appeared and vanished like he’d teleported in, making my skin crawl instantly.

In my past life, my parents cooked at home; at work, I either ate out or ordered takeout. The memory of lighting a fire to cook went all the way back to childhood—it felt fresh.

“Huh?” Gong Qianzhu stopped her foot mid-step toward Xiuzhuju and turned back in surprise. He rarely called her by name—he usually teased her by calling her Bamboo Stick.

She gritted her teeth against the pain and climbed upward step by step, when suddenly her hand grasped a rock covered in slick green moss—it slipped, and she nearly fell. She quickly gripped the Yu Xian Rope tighter, preventing herself from tumbling into the Ruoshui River.

Ji Cangyu signaled Zhong Gong to drag away the corpse, and Zhong Long to cover the bloodstained rock with earth.

Jue Lin found the interaction between the two mother and son amusing, and once again confirmed Mu Jinxī’s uniqueness.

Hehe, the words she just spoke weren’t even a lie to Uncle—he hadn’t told her the truth yet, so of course she didn’t know. So saying that to Uncle wasn’t wrong, right?

“This supreme demonic artifact was forcibly split into two pieces; its inner laws have been shattered. Only I can repair it, across the Three Realms. Kill me, and you’ll never mend the demonic artifact,” Taiyi True Person said with a smirk, stroking his unkempt beard—he had every reason to be unafraid.

So what if it’s a few livestream satellites? Its encryption isn’t hard to crack. Military and navigation satellites might be tricky, but these have zero technical sophistication.

Ling’er thought for a moment before asking: “Didn’t you say Brother Qi Yang can use internal energy to dispel the cold poison? Then why hasn’t he healed himself yet?” This was what Ling’er most wanted to know.

There was another corpse inside the surveillance room, but the surveillance system wasn’t operating—so no one could see what was happening inside.

When Father had beaten him just now, he’d felt utterly hopeless: no matter how hard he worked or how much he improved, Father never noticed. But the moment he slipped even slightly, Father wouldn’t even speak—he’d just pick up the stick.

Qin Ling immediately dodged, his figure darting hundreds of meters in an instant—but just as he prepared to flee even farther, he sensed something was wrong, and let out a startled exclamation.

Lao Fu merely smiled, saying he’d merely appealed to emotion and reason, lectured him a bit, and eventually the man came to his senses and agreed.

For some reason, during the five minutes when Chang Le led his men to the back of the big rooster, both sides remained locked in a standoff—neither side launched another attack, not even a probing one.