Chapter 87: How Can a Person Be This Much of a Bastard?

Xiao Baoyin had never seen such a thing—he felt he had no choice but to act!

“You’re just a bandit—do you really think you’re from the Li clan of Longxi?”

Cangtou slaves were typically owned servants, bound to do anything for their master, even assuming their master’s identity, a status passed down through generations.

The Cangtou slaves outside, at Xiao Baoyin’s signal, prepared to enter with knives—but were ambushed!

This sudden turn caught Xiao Baoyin completely off guard.

Li Shuang’s dozen

“If you won’t speak, are you hiding something guilty? Are you nervous?” Mi Lin fixed her gaze on Ji Mo.

“Yan’er, I’ve got no clothes to change into—I need to buy a new set! Did you hear me?” A Niu ran out after her.

Lu Xixi didn’t understand, but she didn’t ask; just moments ago, Wang Peng had again instructed her to remember: try not to make a sound.

For example, when Huang Zhicheng fell to his death, the director used a shaky camera to focus the audience’s vision on the surrounding characters, making them feel the shock in their expressions.

“No need to say more—have the others arrange the escape boat. Once we get Yuan Yuan out, we leave immediately. Then they won’t catch us,” Gao Cun planned.

“I’m worried about this—I can’t stop eating whenever I see milk, like I never drank it in my last life,” Zhao Shiyao said helplessly.

Lan Lingxuan remained unmoved by her outburst: “Mother thinks this is a joke—I do not.” He replied coldly to her fury.

He dared not refuse outright, given the relationship between Wang Peng and Leng Zhou—Leng Zhou was remarkably warm toward Wang Peng, and even Wu Huan felt Leng Zhou was deliberately drawing closer to him.

Even with the Radiant Light protecting them, the three elders suffered severe burns; one by one, they fell from midair and crashed heavily into the cornfield.

“Of course I’m confident—anything you handle, I trust completely,” Fan Yingjun replied with a smile.

When Ai Suixin found her, Ai Suiyi was still in class; she sent Ai Suiyi a WeChat message and prepared to leave. But Ai Suiyi told her to wait a moment—she had something important to say.

The three walked toward the second speech venue, laughing and chatting, but gradually Jun Puyu sensed something was off—he felt everyone passing by seemed to be whispering about them.

It was just plain soup, smelling as if boiled with bones and meat, perhaps with some vegetables added; just the scent made his mouth water. All the solids had been scooped out, and the oil and grease had been skimmed clean.

The man’s narrow, cold eyes flickered with a glint as he glanced at the third brother, who kept unwrapping candies to eat, pretending he didn’t want them.

Bai Mo clenched his teeth at Nan Gong Mo’s dignified, composed back as he walked away, then reluctantly followed him inside—after all, Nan Gong Mo’s wounds were his own fault, and he had many things he needed to clarify.

The Ice Spindle pierced through layers of void, darting endlessly through mist; in moments, it burst out of the spatial barrier. Ling Feng’s vision returned, and he found himself transported to a world blanketed in ice and snow.

After that single outing, Xiang Licheng no longer mentioned Yun Anning, but instead had Qian Zhe assist him.

Li Ping had just been supporting Cao Meifeng, but now she didn’t care about her—she shoved Cao Meifeng aside and rushed over to confront Qin Gang.

But the contents inside the crates were clearly heavy; each crate was carried by two bodyguards gripping the handles at either end, and over a dozen men carried the crates to the alloy gate, setting them down gently.

The Emperor and Empress Dowager Cian granted every one of the Earth Dragon’s suggestions and ordered the Imperial Household Department to immediately allocate silver to the Shandong Governor’s Office, instructing it to assist the Earth Dragon in establishing the Beiyang Navy’s main camp on Liu Gong Island, and after completion, the Beiyang Navy would permanently station there.