Chapter 32: I Just Don't Like the Look of You

Hearing this, Song Qiao was frozen in place.

"Didn't you already beg for grace from the Old Madam? Why act coy now?"

Seeing her motionless, Mu Yi’s tone was three degrees colder than his expression. "Or do you need me to assist you?"

After saying this, he seemed to recall something and added with feigned kindness, "I forgot to tell you, there are no women in the main courtyard."

In these few matches, Williamson clearly felt the gazes of the surrounding players and the special treatment he received on the court. He felt he was expending more effort than in previous games, yet his statistics had seen a certain decline.

The carriage door was pushed open with a thud. Lily jumped in, sat beside Alphonse, and hugged the automaton’s arm.

Ye Jinhui thought for a moment, then took Chun, Xia, Qiu, and Dong out of the Chu residence and headed straight for the market.

If Lady Anguo had not been managing the inner affairs of the Ye family, she feared she would have lived a life as miserable as the one in her previous incarnation.

When they were carried to that stone cave, everyone was overjoyed; after sleeping on the bare ground outside for several days, they finally had a place to shelter from the wind and rain tonight.

Seeing Wu Yanqing’s reaction, Xu Xian understood... Professor Xu Fengxian, who was dedicated to the study of history, had profound insights into social relations; during her time as his student, Xu Xian had gained much.

"I’m never riding in your car again. Accidents every other day... never mind, I won’t discourage you. I’m going to change my clothes—" Jessica waved her hand, noticing that Wu Yanqing’s expression looked somewhat awkward.

Euphemia understood what the other party wanted to say. The balance of magic could easily be shattered by external forces, which would lead to the disappearance of their "homeland." Although accustomed to drifting, relocating the entire clan was still fraught with difficulties for the people of Yanwu—and if such a mess were made, the purpose of their visit would certainly be ruined.

The house above the supermarket was indeed rented to someone else on a long-term lease; if Shen Yi hadn't asked, Shen Fengchun would have almost forgotten about it.

"Eighteenth Imperial Prince, do you feel that I should not have abandoned Wuzhou Prefecture?" Seemingly sensing the thoughts in Xia Yuanxu’s mind, Shen Yan did not rush to answer, but instead smiled indifferently and spoke slowly.

After learning from Lin Boying that the Fengdu Ghost City might manifest here, Zhang Jiao had rushed over immediately and had been searching the edges of Luojiawan for the past few days.

Wu Fuyang also felt he couldn't bear to watch any longer. The scene before him seemed to sense his inner thoughts, gradually fading away and returning to a blank slate.

However, the common people mostly liked to see leaders who were poor, and mixed within their simple perceptions were certain complex emotions; thus, poverty and integrity were inexplicably equated.

Several vengeful spirits that appeared on the river after their lanterns were overturned looked around in confusion, only to be slowly dragged down by the river water and sink to the bottom.

As for the seasoned long-distance bus driver, the veteran driver turned a deaf ear to matters outside the window, focusing solely on driving his "sage" vehicle.

"Cuizhu, learn more from Qingzhu. If you had even half of Qingzhu’s intelligence, I wouldn't have to punish you so often." After hearing Qingzhu’s words, Yan Jiajia was very satisfied.

With a thunderous explosion, a massive, rectangular behemoth suddenly landed at the feet of Qin Yue, who was walking at the very front.

Zhang Jiao immediately felt a thick sense of oppression; the threat posed by these three warriors gathering together grew exponentially.

Lin Yun even wondered if he should go buy a bottle to try someday. I will definitely try it, just to experience it; that’s entirely different from the bizarre mindsets of those other men.

So much so that now, from a distance, he could smell the stench of incense and candles gradually emanating from the three Daoist disciples.

As long as the ghost dared to go out to clear the minion wave, Wen Chuliu would make sure he never returned. She would sneakily activate her ultimate ability, approach him quietly, and then strike fiercely.