Chapter 47

Stung by the mocking smile at the corner of Ruochen's lips, Chen Miaotong's anger flared up. She raised her gaze to look directly at the other person and blurted out her question.

Yet Qiao Siyan was like a flash in the pan, instantly returning to silence. The smile faded from her lips, her head dropped, and she quietly sipped her drink and ate her food without uttering another word, as if the playful and comical person a moment ago had never been her at all.

Now that the two masterminds of the coup had put it this way, what else could he, as the clan patriarch, possibly do? Surely he couldn't continue to pressure them?

The rest of the people averted their gaze to look elsewhere, signaling that this had nothing to do with them, while actually stealing glances at the two out of the corners of their eyes—their desire for gossip was simply off the charts.

When she caught sight of a tall figure standing by the window, her heart skipped a beat. Then she recalled how Givenchy had sent her to the hospital for an abortion.

Combined with the Lin family's overall attitude toward the original owner, Ruochen was certain that the Lin family knew the original owner was not their biological daughter.

"Actually, just spending more time accompanying me is enough; you don't need to work so hard." A deep yearning welled up in her gaze—a longing for family and companionship.

By the time Chen Haoming found out, Zhang Zhenxing had already sold the land to an overseas company registered in South Africa.

However, as time went on, the villagers themselves began to sense that something was amiss. After all, a vast portion of Konoha's supplies needed to be transported from outside. For now, the Hokage's office was keeping a lid on things, but in a few days, a general assembly would undoubtedly be called to reveal the truth to everyone.

Suddenly, Wuming let out a groan of pain, and his entire body turned crimson, radiating a fierce heat from around him. Buffeted by this intense heat, Wuming groaned continuously, looking utterly in agony.

The explosive sword qi and spiral sword qi bloomed precisely upon the Bloody Ruler. Between the slicing force of the sword qi and the secondary explosion, the Bloody Ruler was instantly dyed green by the blood it spewed forth.

Yet the moment I logged back online, I found myself busy once again, despite having finally cleared my schedule. This trouble had been handed to me by Xu Qiu.

"Thank Your Majesty for your cultivation; this subject will surely strive for second best!" Xu Ziling declared resolutely.

This was the first Emperor-grade powerhouse in the God-Demon Continent, aside from Lu Ya, that Lu Ning had noticed, currently slumbering in deep repose. Yet his aura was like an abyss-dwelling dragon, deeply hidden and capable of striking terror into anyone's heart.

As a military genius of the Binis Empire, Luna could naturally use every blade of grass and tree in the surroundings to deduce the terrain that lay ahead. Moreover, this was the territory of the Binis Empire; even if she didn't know every inch of it, she at least had a general grasp. During her suppression of the rebellion in the southern borderlands, her proficiency in field maneuvers had reached a state of divine perfection.

Li Yunfei shifted his body and checked his wounds, only to find that his clothes were impeccably clean, replaced as if brand new. He knew this must be the handiwork of the system. In his past life, the outfit he wore had remained like new even after a decade, so after a brief thought, he dismissed the matter.

Shortly after, Lu Ning departed with the Spirit-Verdant Cat, returning to the exact spot where he had been before. By this time, the Spirit-Verdant Cat naturally understood that this seemingly ordinary human was anything but, and it became remarkably docile. Though somewhat foolish, it had gained a wealth of experience on this excursion and could clearly perceive Lu Ning's unfathomable depth.

Zheng Liying possessed astonishing talent; Hua Bin had truly not misjudged her. Her natural flair, her strategic ability to assess the situation, her unconventional and out-of-the-box thinking, combined with Guan Lingli's maturity, stability, and resource network—with the two joining forces, they wouldn't even need to show their faces to utterly destroy the Liang family.

Ever since then, this double-eared painted pottery jar with a sealed top had drifted overseas. Never had he expected that, more than a hundred years later, the artifact would find its tortuous way back here.

Fairy Baijun sat in the uppermost seat with dignified majesty, while Li Peicheng and Ruoying sat to her left and right. Below, Yuqi knelt trembling, looking pitiful and forlorn.

True to its reputation as a detoxifying potion, the moment Li Yaolin helped Rusi drink it, Rusi's complexion gradually began to recover. After a moment of thought, Li Yaolin drew out two more bottles of lesser healing potions and had Rusi gulp those down as well.

"You're just full of mischievous tricks," Wu Shi said with a smile. Unable to best An Youqi in argument, she could only shake her head and let them support her by the arms.

Master is truly bloody awesome—he can even subdue demons! Damn it, I'm going to take a cat demon to fight the red-haired foreign devils... Lingyue was so thrilled and excited that he almost cursed out loud with the vulgarities running through his mind.

They naturally understood Schutt's intent; that cemetery was a resting place for their fallen brothers, many of whose graves contained only clothing and hats rather than bodies, and the majority of these brethren had been persecuted by that emperor, Enlun.

The more he thought about it, the more ashamed Fan Wei felt, finally lowering his once-proud head. The resentment and grievance in his eyes instantly transformed into a deep, intense affection. He walked over to Wu Shi, wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind the chair, and buried his entire head into her dark, shampoo-scented hair.

Hadn't he been honest, diligent, and shouldered all the dirty and exhausting work himself? Hadn't he even been willing to risk offending two powerful factions for her sake? Wasn't a person like him a good enough friend? What more did she expect him to do?

With that, Ming Feifei took out one of each item she had brought this time and demonstrated their uses to Jiya. As expected, Jiya was thoroughly satisfied.

Kissed until she was dizzy and her gaze grew hazy and intoxicating, Liu Ting felt as though her heart was about to leap out of her delicate body. Not only did Fan Wei's overbearing manner fail to make her uncomfortable, but instead, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and began to respond with passionate fervor.

Unaware of all these developments, Long Jianfei continued to live life on his own terms, following his own routine day by day.

"Might you be Miss Chen Yu?" a young, refined man asked with a solemn expression, dressed in a crescent-white robe and wearing a jade-beaded crown.

As for why they had decided to come together, it was simply because these two could no longer wait; they were desperately eager to know what kind of sensation a magical massage actually felt like.

Sun Chengzong blinked, failing to catch the meaning at first. He thought to himself: You are the Emperor of the Great Ming; if you don't consider the subjects of the Great Ming, could it be that you expect to stand from the perspective of an alien race and care about their feelings instead?

"Chu understands." With wide eyes, Xu Chu rumbled his acknowledgment in a deep voice. Yet immediately afterward, despite the air losing almost all its scorching heat, a dense layer of beads of sweat broke out on Xu Chu's forehead. His somewhat slow-witted brain had, this time, flashed instantly to the other mistresses back in Chang'an City.