Chapter 55

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Qin Manyun's neck, and they kissed deeply. Qin Manyun's kissing technique was exquisite, alternating between shallow and deep as she gently parted his teeth. The taste on her lips was a faint, fresh jasmine fragrance—clean, sweet, and refreshing.

Hearing that there were many promising industries to choose from with compensation matching market rates—far better than toiling away in the dirt—the commotion and noise among the guards on the left gradually subsided. They began to compare the merits and drawbacks of the various bureaus in private. Only Cui Chengru, leading a few others, stubbornly demanded a distribution of land.

Ren Xuan pouted and fell silent, for she was no fool. She could sense the tangled and chaotic state of Zhang Tianyi's heart, where others resided, and perhaps more than one. Regrettably, she could not feel that there was any place for her among them.

No one expected that the words spoken by the Old Man of a Hundred Ghosts earlier were merely a ruse. He had simply intended to lower the vigilance of the three opponents before launching a sudden, unexpected attack.

"If we keep plotting against him like this, aren't you truly afraid of a backlash one day?" Deng Yong asked hesitatingly.

The vulnerabilities of an ordinary person were precisely the areas of strongest defense for a Baji disciple practicing the Tiejia Mountain-leaning technique. Years of slamming against trees were not for nothing; at this moment, Fang Dou's back was as impervious as a bronze wall and an iron fortress. Even if an ordinary person were to strike him with all their might, he would hardly feel a thing.

Zhang Haoyuan had anticipated her purpose long ago, but hearing her state it so bluntly still churned his stomach.

He began to calm himself. Compared to the unreliability of Cheng Yanbai, the current situation in Liulin City was far more complex.

"Wait a moment, I will go write up a report right now and accompany you to handle it," said Sun Hanlin.

From his perspective, if Nine-Fingers and Lotus truly came into conflict with Liu Yue's people, the situation would become rather tricky.

Although this was the second time Nalan Qi had spoken, Nalan Xuan still could not believe it; he suspected something was wrong with his ears.

"Puh!" After enduring for the span of an incense stick, Xiao Yue spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood, caused by his previous internal injuries.

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But it was only now that I realized how formidable the purple sword qi truly was. With a fifty percent increase in attack power, my original attack power of over two thousand points was forcefully boosted to more than three thousand.

With Sun Weidong backing him up, Zhou Tao was no longer as terrified as before, recovering a measure of confidence.

The entire building was divided into eight floors, with clear demarcations for the residents of each level. The bottommost floor was designated as quarters for accompanying friends and family.

Afterward, Luo Ping summoned his dragon pearl, the Gate of Xuantian, the ice toad, and the innate fire spirit—he tried every single treasure and weapon in his possession, yet every attempt ended in failure.

"Heh, 'Campus Belle's Crush' or 'Campus Heartthrob' is just what people call me, but I have no desire to be any campus idol. It's truly ridiculous. On the other hand, Chu Feng, if we are being honest, your looks seem much more suited for such a title," Zhao Xiong said, looking at Chu Feng.

Seeing that Chu Feng was a connoisseur, Zhao Jing smiled as well. "Uncle, I actually wanted to test you. Let you guess, how many years old is this Pu'er?" Hearing Zhao Jing's words, Chu Feng smiled and brought the teacup to his lips.

"Come, see what good things I brought you," A-zhong said with a laugh. He opened the lid, and a rich herbal fragrance drifted out from the jar.

Zhuo Lingzhao smiled faintly and was just about to speak when he suddenly felt two fierce gazes piercing into his back. Turning to look across the street, he saw Wu Dingyuan wearing a grave expression, staring straight back at him with a face full of murderous intent.

"Taught him a lesson?" Jiang Cheng lit a cigar for himself and asked Chen Hao with a knowing look.

Looking at his son's faintly flushed face, Tang Ning'an could not help but burst into laughter. He really was identical to that bastard Leng Haoxuan in every way, even down to that reserved and aloof personality.

He truly wanted to tell Zhuo Yiting that the scar-removing serum from earlier had only used a shred of the root from a millennium-old ginseng king. At this rate of usage, a single millennium ginseng king could potentially yield one or two thousand bottles of the scar-removing serum.

Murong Qingwan, who had just finished washing up, paused in slight surprise. Murong Yixuan—no, First Brother—what on earth was his purpose for entering the palace this time?

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If this were the former Qianye, at least some people would have felt displeased. But now, Qianye exuded a pervasive aura of deterrence that left people not only awestruck but also deeply moved by the extraordinary caliber of the men of the Ye family.

Naturally, those with good luck who entered the Million Monsters Forest would run into beasts, and the fate of those beasts could be imagined—they were all instantly slain.

Yet suddenly, he jerked his head up, catching sight of the terrified expression in the dark-haired old man's eyes. His heart trembled, and he immediately turned to look in the direction of the forbidden grounds.

The golden silk skirt spread out upon the white snow gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, yet it could not conceal the lingering air of grievance.

Jiang Yanzhou, having redressed, walked over to the bedside and looked at the mound under the quilt. Believing his previous actions had frightened her, he was just about to speak coaxingly.

Upon returning to the inn, Jinzhao went straight up to the second floor. Seeing that the light in Ji Li's room was still on, she knocked on the door.

The moment the fighter jet took off, the Eluk military officers in the cockpit burst into a continuous stream of praise! Jiang Yubai's mouth split wide into a grin.

Gu Jin's tone was not particularly pleasant; compared to the gentle voice he used when speaking to Qin Yao, it carried a somewhat reprimand-heavy undertone.

Zhang Qiling did not understand. He had clearly stated that he would pay for the damages, so why did Wu Xie look even more upset than before?

Madam Zhang offered another assurance, inquired about the price from Jiang Ning, and hurried back in a flurry with the red cloth to fetch the money.