Chapter 484

"Hehe." Jiang Nian couldn't care less.

Xu Qianqian cursing a few times actually made the meal tastier.

After finishing the barbecue, the trio strolled slowly toward home, chatting idly.

"Tomorrow……"

They talked about moving tomorrow—mostly Jiang Nian and Xu Qianqian taking turns, with Song Xiyun chiming in occasionally.

"Driving school cars are different from real ones—are you even sure you can drive?"

At that moment, a loud voice boomed: "Who dares be so audacious, causing trouble in my Paradise of Mortals?" No sooner had the words ended than Zhao Yun and others leapt toward the central stage.

"Yet your heart is weighed down by many things—the nation, the people, your family—where do you place me? If I become your enemy, your family and your nation, whom will you choose?" Li Yun asked calmly.

"By the way, Han Yan, don't you have any other seeds here?" Zhang Ting hesitated for a long time before finally asking.

"Make yourselves at home," Lin Dong said, then walked to the second bunk. He fumbled around on it, then yanked up the wooden panel, pulling out a long, cylindrical object wrapped in black cloth.

Han Zigee walked toward Ling Qi and the others while glancing at the surrounding soldiers. Was it his imagination? He always felt their gazes at him were strange.

Chen Bing nodded. She no longer had the right to choose her own fate; she had guessed the kidnapped person was Old Lady Yue.

She didn't want to explain, and couldn't explain—just as Bo Yiwei said, she had no proof to show he did it. A single text message, incomplete even in name, couldn't convict him.

After handing the cup to Jiang Yunrou, she braced her hands on the bed to sit up, but the moment she pushed, a sharp pain tore through her arms.

"Let's go pick up Haohao at Dahongfa," said Duan Yiyang, as if he'd grown addicted to holding Li Xiao's hand—he grabbed it again the moment they stepped out of the restaurant and pulled her toward his car.

If the wind-ear had been slightly moved before, now he realized Luo Qianfan might be more useful than anyone else—a graduate student who could write, calculate, and even raise a dog, especially at accounting; those tile-counters were terrible at math and wasted time.

Had he ever not wished to remain youthful like Bishop Arthur? Last night he lasted only five minutes before having to join the ancient sages in discussing doctrine.

Li Jingzhong had even seen Li Heng, under Li Longji's persecution, abandon all pursuit of the supreme throne.

Gu Xingbao suddenly remembered something, his face darkening—could it be police and criminals colluding? If so, might that sister also be in danger?

Qi Tianling glanced toward Yue Hongzhuo's direction; seeing he remained silent, the old fox—no one knew what he was thinking.

Something.

If Lin Tao were here, he'd immediately notice all five injured men had been poisoned—their limbs, wherever not broken, were swollen black-purple.

As Wu collapsed before them, foaming at the mouth, the other traitors were deeply startled.

The annihilation of the Xuan Yuan family back then was inseparable from his suspicion and his fear of their growing power.

Fang Xingbao quickened his steps, swallowed a bit of Jade Spring Water, and shot toward the light with a "whoosh."

"Thank you, both Prophets, for your guidance—I will do my utmost," said Qingkong, bowing deeply.

Sai Lenge sat at the back, beside Zuo Xiufang, who had trained in the Pear Garden. Zuo Xiufang was now dogging him relentlessly—not to help analyze the situation.

On the way there, I kept thinking about what the mysterious person said—that my relationship with Hu Yiyi made me uncomfortable. Unconsciously, my thoughts grew restless. Though I didn't know what the mysterious person meant, I sensed a faint trace of conspiracy.