Chapter 410

Far away, Xuan Yuan Duanfei frowned slightly and said, “Hmph, you really came?” At this moment, Du Yuan’s appearance only made Xuan Yuan Duanfei sneer in contempt.

"Master, how would I dare? Besides, you have so many people—why fear just me? Who would dare steal grain in broad daylight?" Qian Si said with a grimace.

“Crack!” A flash of sword light erupted, poison splattered, and a massive human head instantly fell to the ground; at the same moment, a brilliant pearl shot out from the grotesque mouth of the falling corpse, King Chu.

“Yes, I’ll remember,” Lin Lie replied with a touch of gratitude, yet his heart felt heavy.

Ye Xi quietly assigned Xuan Zhu a task: to investigate their families and their financial transactions.

As soon as he finished, a cheer rose from below. Many had already heard Zhao He’s words before, some still doubtful, but after Yang Xu’s confirmation, the matter was ninety-nine percent certain—after all, he was an official of the county, and officials’ words carried weight in the common folk’s ears.

Zhao Dama suddenly laughed and slapped the old man playfully. “Husband, don’t you feel like you’re talking like a landlord from town?” The couple exchanged amused glances for a moment.

“But now, the Luo family’s Da Quan has fallen into the hands of the collateral branch—you must know at least some of the inner details,” Zhou Wu Tian said.

“Ask the world—what is love? It makes men pledge life and death!” These words, bound by love, drifted into the night, lingering above the bright moon, enduring without end.

Yang Chen’s heart rose to her throat. She knew it was impossible, but hearing him say this, how could her emotions stay calm? Her face flushed crimson, and she couldn’t even speak.

If at first Fang Chen’s agreement to help Lian Yiyue become a disciple of Zi Yang Sect was purely transactional, after this incident, even without the deal, Fang Chen would surely spare no effort to help Lian Yiyue.

After the cargo ship docked, the kind captain gave Ling Yi some money, telling him to take Fu Lun to a nearby hospital.

Lightning cracked and thunder roared; streaks of pale green lightning, like serpents of thunder, completely wrapped around Fang Chen’s body.

“Mm,” Zhao Long nodded and handed over the Jetta’s keys, the owner’s ID, and driver’s license. The officer took the documents, glanced at the photo, then at Zhao Long. But Zhao Long had lowered his head deeply, and the light was dim—the officer couldn’t see clearly.

“I told you! If the baby calls out, Fu Ye will burst right out!” Lai Li said, wrapping his arm around Ling Yi’s waist and, under Fu Lun’s gaze, kissing her hair.

Since the host had left, how could guests possibly linger? Xiao Ling knew Meng Tian wanted to be alone with her, but she didn’t want to return to his courtyard now—she didn’t want to see Shu Ji.

At about 1.65 meters tall, she was slender yet not overly thin; even the standard military uniform could not hide her tall, curvaceous figure or her slender waist.

Xiao Jin Yan’s smile finally vanished. He glared at Ye Mu, his expression dark with suppressed anger and confusion. He suddenly realized he couldn’t fathom the Ye Quan before him—or perhaps this man simply had too many mysteries.

Only a few new students knew that no one was more reliable than him—such as Lei Ya and Yang Jingchu.

It was already afternoon. Xi Yue, observing mourning, wore plain white clothes and a white silk flower pinned in her hair. She couldn’t leave the inn—what if her savior came looking for her that day?

Xu Xiuxiu thought: she’s so innocent, lovely, lively, brilliant—Gu Chen might develop feelings for her, raising his satisfaction.

“Xing Yan, will I never see you again, only on TV?” she sobbed, clutching her hand.

Gu Chen watched Xu Xiuxiu, observing her limits—this way, future training would be easier, and she couldn’t slack off.

Wei Qing understood Emperor Liu Che’s intent perfectly: there must be no trace of imperial involvement in this matter—not even within the court. As for Weng Rui using his name, it would be seen as Weng Rui’s personal affair, with little connection to the court.

Jin Ruowei kowtowed in thanks, then went to change her clothes. Throughout the entire process, she remained composed and dignified.

Xu Xiuxiu hadn’t even finished imagining her future bliss when the system slapped her awake.

Clearly, Zheng Wang’s men had been sidelined. He left the gates wide open, letting those who wished to spy see everything—letting them enter the mansion, gather together, and fight among themselves. In doing so, it made things easier for him.

The four went together to Jing Yu’s tent, entering silently. Jing Yu was drawing; she was slightly startled to see them but calmly tucked away the parchment beside her.

“Here, take a look at this,” Xing Shu Zi said, handing him the extremely brief letter delivered by Tian Shu Lao Ren.

Hearing the sarcasm in his mother’s voice, Wen Yunjin dared not retort, only lowering his head further. He was naturally weak, obedient to his mother in nearly everything—except regarding Jiang Yiniang.

Otherwise, Gu Tuantuan would have sneaked onto their bed and seen something she shouldn’t have.

Until she stepped onto the street and immediately spotted several bloodied, black-aura-emitting earth-bound spirits who, upon seeing her, wore mad, hungry expressions.

Her heart burst with joy—indeed, one must be shameless; choosing to follow her home was Xu Huai Zhi’s most correct decision in his life.

Many noble families pass down resources to the eldest son, leaving younger sons to fend for themselves.

Her strength and other aspects were unquestionable. Liu Liu was truly worth cultivating. Gu Manman considered: she could promote her later.

Back in the carriage, Huai Ze’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by icy silence. He sat without a word. Huai Yuan had never seen him so serious—he shivered, yet still forced himself to act like an elder brother.

Deep in the snow forest, a warhorse’s silhouette glowed with magical energy, its breaths puffing out “huff-huff.” The magic around its neck formed the effect of flames— You blue flames similar to those of the Snow Demons.

He also envied Jiu Mu, for a man with nothing had somehow fathered a child with a wife.

Zhan Shao Ting half-closed his eyelids, slumped against the seat. The car’s light was dim; most of his face lay hidden in shadow.