Chapter 260

“Chased beyond the mountains?” Zhong Ling gasped, eyes wide with shock.

Zhao Ti nodded: “It’s possible, but there’s a question.”

“What question?” Zhong Ling asked.

“If Wan’er didn’t go deeper into the mountains but chased beyond the opposite side, then… what kind of creature—or thing—could make Wanqing pursue it so relentlessly?” Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes.

This

Huang Jian always demanded perfection—he wouldn’t approve anything that fell short, even if it meant delaying the release of a book he highly favored rather than tarnishing his reputation.

Following the villagers’ expectations, the pig farm still recruited from the team: those interested signed up, then drew lots as usual.

Lin Feiyu and Bai Cheng quietly boarded the car that Gui Shou had already prepared and sped off.

In such a short time, what had the Sheng Prince done to make Ruan Bingxin, usually so gentle, become so resolute?

Li Zhongliang wanted to slap him twice, but couldn’t bring himself to do it—this kid held grudges; one beating would be remembered for life.

Though fighting against twenty or thirty men, he had no obvious injuries—only slightly labored breathing, some dust on his face, and messy hair.

The Imperial Consort glanced at it—a jade, translucent and uncarved, beautifully pure. She nodded slightly; Mingxia understood her meaning, closed the brocade box, and took it to the inner chamber—this meant she accepted the gift.

But thinking of Boss’s confident expression, he silently mourned Xie Anjuan’s wallet—anything Boss set his sights on would likely leave the victim bleeding, even if it didn’t die.

Along the way, he encountered a few hooligans, but all of them fled in panic without looking back. Li Tianxing never imagined he’d ever be this intimidating—he couldn’t help boasting, feeling strangely elated.

“Let me go! Let me go! Let me die! Then you won’t hate me anymore!” Weng Haiyao struggled incessantly.

I’m not belittling Liu Xuan yuan—in fact, among those around me, he has the best upbringing: tall, handsome, and even when doing wrong, he carries the subtle cunning of a great family—very impressive.

As Ruan Shu bent slightly, her view was no longer blocked; she caught sight of Uncle Li, several steps behind, deliberately keeping distance from Chen Qingzhou, whispering to Li Tieniu.

A Sen drank heavily and tossed and turned all night; Tang Tang didn’t dare leave, staying beside him to care for him.

“Kangzi, there must be tons of cops at Tangchen Yipin now—is our identity a bit too conspicuous?” Wang Xing warned me.

When Xing Shaozun came to pick up Ning Long from work, Lian Yu was still staring blankly at a spot—that was where Ma Yuer often waited for him.

Since the outcome was destined to be irreconcilable, let’s clean this matter up thoroughly.

“Based on your observation, how long can the Butcher and the Monk hold out?” I anticipated something serious, but never imagined it would be this dire—and from their battle, the Butcher seemed stronger than the Monk, or perhaps he was draining himself more severely.

Lu Fan watched helplessly as Big Fat Zhang waddled over to Deputy Manager Tao, thinking: as long as you don’t blame me later, that’s all I ask.

Near the mountain peak drawing closer to Drunken Dust Daoist, beneath a waterfall’s veil, Lu Fan sat meditating in a cave, his face flickering between light and shadow, radiant aura swirling around him—he was clearly at a critical moment.

“Even if it can’t serve as evidence, I don’t believe it has no effect on you at all!” Qi Qingxue said coolly.

If only Aunt Xiang were to be punished, Yingchun wouldn’t hesitate at all—after all, her own mother and younger brother had both suffered because of this; Aunt Guan had been injured and lost her fertility, and her brother was born prematurely, frail, and could die from the slightest neglect.