Volume 1, Chapter 26: A Defection

After leaving Saint Mia Cathedral, Xia Weixi and Chi Yuanxia hailed a taxi and headed straight for the banks of the Ni River on the other side of the city.

The two began sorting through their spoils, categorizing magic artifacts, medicinal pills, and various rare trinkets. As for the banknotes, Shen Tianlan counted them until her hands cramped.

Her grandson, Chen'er, had gone after them; they should have met up by now. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, and she wondered if they had found an inn to enjoy a proper meal.

This time, various parties had acted simultaneously and spontaneously. The incident had already gone viral online. Regardless of whether it was a live stream, a scripted production, or reality, it required verification and a reasonable explanation for the netizens.

"And to think that insidious and cunning Jialuo managed to profit from it!" the Skeleton General added.

On the way back to the Ye residence, Xia Tang kept the car window open. Although a breeze blew in, the sun remained scorching, stinging her skin and turning it red within moments.

Chi Yuanxia did not want this. She truly did not want to miss out on Xia Weixi just like this. The story between them still had such a long chapter left to be written; how could it possibly end here?

Customers who had gone out early in the morning to eat tofu pudding and bean curd chatted loudly about various anecdotes and hearsay.

Having known him for so long, this was the first time Chi Yuanxia had seen him laugh so heartily, completely abandoning his usual composure.

Shen Tianlan withdrew her hands, her body enveloped in a fiery red spiritual glow, her aura radiating intense heat.

Gu Yiqing didn't want to voice such disheartening words, but they both understood that sometimes, certain things were simply beyond human control.

The next instant, the two figures clashed, fighting from before the ancient temple’s Buddha all the way up into the vast, distant sky. The terrifying spectacle of shimmering mysterious light and collapsing space left everyone breathless and trembling with fear.

He was speaking the truth; after all, as he was now, if he really insisted on killing Han Ye, it wouldn't be impossible.

Downstairs, Yu Chi Tian stood in a black suit with a silver tie, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses, his peach-blossom eyes gleaming brilliantly.

"My name is Yu Chi Tian. In Nanyang, many people call me Young Master Tian, so naturally, the place where Young Master Tian lives is the Heavenly Mansion!" Yu Chi Tian teased.

Approaching noon, Lin Yiyi went to the nursing home. Her grandmother was as happy as a child to see her. Lin Yiyi felt fortunate that after half a month of absence, she still hadn't been forgotten.

Ning Wenrou was initially very happy, but her gaze turned cold the moment she saw the ring on Lin Yiyi's right ring finger. She then looked at Ning Shixiu's hand, where a ring of the same style rested quietly.

That hoarse, charming voice was like a subwoofer, drumming against Fan Luoyao's eardrums, making her unable to help but soften.

I saw the bruises on her neck, hidden by her hair; they hadn't faded yet. Even with powder applied, they were clearly visible—marks left by someone strangling her.

"My divorce was also out of your 'concern' for me. Right now, the last thing I need is your concern. Do not test my limits again," Gu Muting interrupted impatiently.

"They're playing a very interesting game over there, let's go take a look." Whether out of fear of being silenced or a desire to change the subject, Qian Duo'er pointed in that direction.

What I mean to say is, if he reduced his weight to 90 kilograms or less, his movement speed, agility, and leaping ability would certainly improve, and his mobility would increase significantly.

Seeing this, Chu Fan immediately flicked a strand of mysterious energy to deflect the trajectory, which grazed just past Zhang Xinran's ear.

For the next ten days, Chu Fan stayed at the Hundred Herbs Hall. There were so many patients that many queued up deep into the night.

Gu Shengsheng was not in a hurry, but the brothers in the live stream were dying of impatience, hoping she would rush up and handle it immediately.

At this point, the system began its introduction: Shu embroidery, Xiang brocade, fabrics brought back from Zheng He’s voyages, as well as those from the Han and Tang dynasties... all could be identified.

It was like her mother, who would nag her endlessly about changing her clothes, taking her for walks, and even bathing her every day.

On the contrary, Gu Wangci, who had rolled around in society for a long time, was well-informed and gave her a lot of constructive advice.

She clicked to watch and didn't expect it to actually be a screenshot of the young mistress's live stream, with netizens saying that Gu Shengsheng had married a man who lived off his wife.

After Jiang Chen went out, Jiang Yao poured everything from the bag onto the floor, picking through it like she was treasure hunting.

"Of course it looks like it," Nie Fan said subconsciously, but immediately realized his mistake. If he asked an idiot if he looked like an idiot, and then confirmed it, wouldn't that make him an idiot too?

Gong Qianzhu nodded gratefully, watching Cuilu leave before sitting down at the embroidery frame to learn how to thread a needle from the other embroiderers. The girls were kind and carefully taught her the methods of embroidery.

Tang Ya’s composure shattered, and she hurriedly turned to look through the rear windshield. But at that moment, Chen Tianyi slammed the steering wheel, and the car sped away from the deep, secluded alley.

Tianci nodded and then followed the village chief to the three members of the noble clan. The nobles were stunned to see the village chief and Tianci, then looked them over. Seeing their attire, they knew they weren't from the village. What did these people want with them?

Except for those like Yoshioka Shin, who refused to intervene for specific reasons, the leaders of the other gangs did not stop their subordinates from participating in the hunt for the culprit.

"Lin Feng, do you want to join me for a mission? But the mission can't be shared, so you’ll have to work for free." The message was from Wu Xiaomeng. It seemed the mission must be difficult; otherwise, given her personality, she wouldn't have reached out to him.

His title as the "Living Yama of Willow Lane" was effective in that area, but further out, it likely wouldn't hold much weight.

When there is no strength to reverse a downturn, the best choice is to endure for now and then seize the opportunity to strike hard.

After several cycles, Mantou was already lying on the ground, tongue lolling out, panting heavily, refusing to move any further.

"Sister, I'm so sad." In front of my eldest sister, my pretense finally collapsed. I closed the kitchen door and looked at her, overcome with sorrow.

To everyone's surprise, the snowflakes that had burst into the sky began to spin once more, and a chorus of gasps and sharp intakes of breath filled the air.