Chapter 460: Resolving Resentment

Although it was early morning, the flow of people on Jixiang Street was not small.

However, the incident happened suddenly, and the two swordsmen moved too fast, their sword moves were fierce, and the sword energy enveloped several zhang... This was still the result of Xiao Yu intentionally suppressing it, not letting the sword energy overflow.

If they really let go and fought—

It was like the blades of a cutting machine, falling off when operating at high speed, flying out, and jumping around on the table where a pile of fruit was placed.

It wasn't one move or one style covering the surrounding few—

Do you remember me telling you before you went out that I was going to start teaching you magic? This is the most basic kind, a type of water magic. Don't be anxious, watch me do it first. After this matter is over, I will teach you.

But this level was only possessed by Soul Refining experts; it was intangible yet tangible, and even technology could do nothing about it.

But at the time, I didn't think too much; I just felt that Mr. Wang Chengqian could help. According to what Master said, this order was a time for me to regain my confidence, and I must solve it myself.

Where had Zhang Kaixin ever seen such a thing? His pants were about to be wet with urine, and he was secretly complaining in his heart, immediately wanting to slip away.

Inside the Xinxin Billiards Room, a young man with hair dyed fiery red was leaning on a mahogany chair, his eyes slightly narrowed. This person looked ordinary, but a vertical scar on his forehead was particularly eye-catching.

"Know, know, the first classroom on the left ahead is it!" The student responded hurriedly, but his two eyes stared at the large pectoral muscles in front of Zhou Yun.

Watching Chai Kang's retreating back, Yang Bo almost laughed out loud, but he held it back.

"Why, I'm at work, I don't have time to chat with you, if you have something to say, say it." Listening to Wang Ying's tone, it seemed she was busy.

The master and servant walked and talked for a distance. Nie Fenghua had been to Princess Linping's husband's mansion in her previous life, so she still had some impression of the roads here. Walking leisurely, they were already in the garden area, and walking further was where the male guests were.

The calligraphy and painting were opened. The young man stared at them for a long time. These three calligraphy and painting works were all authentic, and they were all works by late Qing Dynasty painters. The value was not high, but not low either.

Long Yin went for a while and then returned, one hand behind his back, mysteriously, not knowing what he was holding.

This cave itself was a temporary place for the four brothers of the scarred middle-aged man to take refuge in times of danger, extremely secret.

In a postpartum care center in the North City, inside the psychological counseling room, Gu Nian lay on a chair. The chair was facing a window. On the other side of the window was the crown of a big tree, having experienced the budding of spring, the branches and leaves lush and green in the summer.

"I haven't gone crazy for money yet. If I believe you, I really won't even be able to keep my underpants!" Zhan Muhua muttered in a low voice.

After the turn of the year, the weather in early spring grew longer. The weather had been relatively good these past few days. In the past, it would have been dark after five o'clock.

He walked with his hands behind his back, pacing in square steps, and sat down on the low couch by the window in the room. Finally, he fixed his gaze on the person on the couch again and waved his hand lightly. Another slender man in black immediately walked toward the sleeping couch, bent down, supported himself on the edge of the couch with one hand, and patted the arm of the person on the couch lightly with the other.

Not only did Jun Qiluo laugh, but those in the hall who knew the relationship between Feng Qianque and Jun Qiluo also held back their laughter with difficulty.

Feng Qianzhong immediately felt that his face was as uncomfortable as if it were roasting in a fire. Having lived to such an old age, he had never been as frustrated as he was today.

Tang Yiheng didn't say much, started the car, and reversed away from the abandoned site. When the taillights of that car flashed and disappeared into the rainy night, Su Jingjin, sitting in the wheelchair, stared deeply in that direction.

Ling Feng touched his nose. Having been with the Cheng family for so long, he really hadn't seriously asked what the Cheng family mainly operated. ===== CHAPTER 461 =====