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 fierce, and the sword energy enveloped several zhang... This was still the result of Xiao Yu intentionally suppressing it to prevent the sword energy from overflowing.

If they had really let go and fought.

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

It wasn't just one move or one style covering several...

Do you remember me telling you before we left that I would 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 is only possessed by Soul Refining experts; it is formless yet substantial, and even technology is helpless against 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 chance for me to regain my confidence, and I had to 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 cursing his bad luck in his heart, immediately preparing to slip away.

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

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

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

"What for? 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, she seemed to be busy.

The master and servant walked and talked for a while. Nie Mu 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, she was already in the garden area, and walking further was where the male guests were.

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

Long Yin went away 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, and it was extremely secret.

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

"I'm not crazy about money yet. If I believe you, I'll really not even be able to keep my underwear!" Zhan Muhua muttered in a low voice.

After the turn of the year, the days in early spring grew longer. The weather had been quite good these past few days. In the past, it would have already been dark by 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 gave a light wave of his hand. 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 gently patted the arm of the person on the couch with the other.

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

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

Tang Zhang Yiheng didn't say much, started the car, and reversed away from the abandoned site. When the taillights of the 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 =====