Chapter 108: [Can

After locking himself in his bedroom for a full day and night, Chen Yan came downstairs the next day with a pale face, his legs trembling as if he were walking on cotton.

Gu Xiaoniang, sitting in the living room watching TV, glanced at Chen Yan and frowned: “You…”

“Not now—I need to settle a score with an old bastard.” Chen Yan waved his hand, then went to the kitchen first to

These past days in the Great Chu imperial palace had not been peaceful—not earth-shattering, but enough to terrify Mudan and the others.

Jiang Yi’s public revelation of this matter sparked a huge uproar, immediately thrusting Feng Mubai into the eye of the storm and making him the center of attention.

At that moment, a middle-aged elder, around forty years old, sneered dismissively at Li Daniu’s performance, letting out a low grunt from his nose.

With new music and new partners, the guests’ excitement only grew, including that random guy holding someone’s hand—he too trembled with excitement, a fact unmistakable from the shaking of his grip.

“Mu Taiyi, how is she?” In her daze, Mu Ximei heard a frantic voice beside her—she knew at once it was the Thirteenth Prince.

Mo’er deliberately put on a shy, flustered expression; she knew this stirred men’s desires more effectively.

Every sip she swallowed was not just tea, but the bitter water rising from her heart—how bitter, only she knew.

“Oh come on, how much is it?! We’ve got plenty of money!” Gao Tiantian, hearing it was a scam, blurted out eagerly.

When Zhou Chu produced his business card, even Fei Yang, a man accustomed to high society, was stunned—this young man before him was the legendary boss of Fubang?

“This isn’t an illusion—it’s Daniu’s herb garden. Heh, this one—its name is the Ten Perfections Radiant Tower.” Mu Hongling pointed to the tower-shaped earring on Li Daniu’s left ear.

Shi Gang shifted his head, his eyes sweeping across the opposite side with a sneer. “You really think the two of you can stop me? Mu Jing, I ordered you to carry thorns on your back and beg for forgiveness—did you take my words as wind?”

A clear, bright Buddhist chant rang out, its sound like the fragrance of white lotus—cleansing the mind, dispelling greed, and stirring innate goodness.

“I know what you’re thinking, what you’re planning—but remember, imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel.” Mu Huan patted his shoulder reassuringly.

“Lao Zhu.” Qin Luochen called Zhu Wufa back, then walked toward the King of Gods. The King of Gods and his followers instantly turned pale, gripping their weapons but stepping backward.

A Zhu transformed into a Vermilion Bird, its wings stirring a sky of flame as it landed steadily in the central command position.

Even so, several unwelcome guests had slipped into the Yan imperial palace, past the black-armored guards and the palace walls alike.

So, Ye Xiu estimated they’d finish their work within the next one or two days and could return home.

“Hu Yuqi, can you stop using me as a shield?” Long Feiting had always ignored Hu Yuqi’s claims—how she told others she chased him, he never bothered to correct her.

The Shadow’s palms instantly shifted into boundless golden Buddhist seals, layers of seals piling before him as he launched them toward Lu Renjie.

Hearing Tian Ming’s reply, Xiang Ziyao felt a pang of disappointment. Though she expected this answer, she still hoped he harbored even a trace of hatred toward Ji Ruiqianlan.

Once entered into the Jianghu, one is no longer master of one’s fate—no matter what, the Dragon Soul will appear, and as the Sword Saint, Gai Nie cannot escape.

“Alright, Mr. Ying, let’s go.” Alibaba said. The two stepped out of the room, grabbed some aphrodisiac herbs downstairs, and then Ying Jun saw Alibaba off.

Heh, this marriage must be broken off before the son loses his memory—otherwise, once he regains it, he might refuse again.