Volume One, Chapter 29: Boiling Meat

Xia Niannian was quite curious: who was Ma Xiaolian?

"She lives in the house to the east of Auntie Aixiu’s place. Last time I went over, it was Ma Xiaolian scolding her husband, Yang Yuquan."

Wang Cui sighed, frowning. "Your brother-in-law and Yang Yuquan used to be on good terms. After the accident, when they couldn't afford the medical bills, it was your brother-in-law who scraped together the money to help them."

But what happened afterward?

This meant that the uncertainty within the entire Vajra Nightmare world was simply too great! Of course, this was truly bad news for the hunters currently trapped within the Vajra Nightmare world.

Just as he stepped out of the police station and walked a few steps toward home, looking around for a taxi, Chen Shihao suddenly felt a stinging pain in his brow. The hair on his body stood on end. Instinctively, he jerked his head to the side. With a loud bang, a bowl-sized hole was blasted into the wall of the police station behind him.

Princess Minshu and Ye Huiyi were fellow disciples; no one believed they would truly come to blows. They just enjoyed bickering with each other.

Above the "Heng" generation were those of the "Ping" generation. Elder Pingbo and his peers belonged to the "Ping" generation, which was four generations lower than this ancestor of the "Ao" generation.

After all, he had no idea what kind of difficult challenges he might face if he were to say everything.

This guy was not only spouting strange words but also gulping repeatedly, looking as if he were staring at some incredibly tempting delicacy; it was truly bizarre.

There was simply no reason for his Gold Money Firm to receive an invitation to this Commerce Road Conference while other firms did not.

"Whoosh—" A cold light flew through the air. Before the bald man could pull the trigger, a sharp pain shot through his right wrist. Then, a massive force lifted his arm and nailed his right hand firmly into the trunk of a nearby tree.

Having gathered enough materials, Ling Feiyang finally began his first serious attempt at using fire-eating flying ants to assist in alchemy.

Liang Yong kicked the blood-bead creature in the head, sending it flying. Just as he prepared to pursue, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. A powerful surge of spiritual energy struck his spirit center, causing it to churn violently.

Luo Tianqing immediately steadied her mind. With a slight frown, she looked at the newcomer without saying a word.

Elizabeth nodded as well. Beside her, Zhong Kui, whom she was supporting, furrowed his brows deeply, his expression looking somewhat unsightly.

Her deceiving his senior brother regarding the marriage contract was one matter; today, Lin Zhixiao expressing his feelings again by presenting her with a peony hairpin was another. If he didn't put a stop to this relationship now, there might be even more trouble in the future.

That momentary courage of hers was likely just something she had kept suppressed for a long time, only bringing it out to let it bathe in the moonlight.

The biting words slipped out before he could stop them, but the moment they were spoken, seeing the flicker of hurt in her eyes and her lowered head, he immediately regretted it.

After hearing the news from Su Fengnuan yesterday that the Crown Prince had been poisoned with a rare toxin and would be left crippled even if he survived, Lady Wang had barely slept all night. Hearing that Ye Shang had come to see her late at night, she hurriedly got up and stepped out of her room.

Mother Chen looked up, saw Xia Mengning's cold expression, paused for a moment, then turned and walked out.

As Luoyu walked on the path toward Luoxia Peak, Murong Yun suddenly jumped out, followed by Yu Hao and Xiang Kuo, who both wore complex expressions.

"Everything is fine outside. I came back this time because there was an internal issue, so I returned to mediate and see if I could smooth things over," Yan Peigong said.

Duanmu Deshu emerged from washing up. In the warm, vapor-filled room, she wore a vibrant spring dress, her long hair simply half-tied. With her cheeks slightly flushed, she styled herself with the wilfulness of a young girl, her every gesture as ethereal and refined as a fairy from a celestial palace.

The dark clouds over heaven and earth dispersed. The Qin Emperor turned, descended from the Oriental Pearl, and vanished into the vast sea of traffic.