26 The Heartless Scoundrel Who Abandoned His Wife and Daughter (1)

Page (1/3)

Gu Ning displayed exceptional driving skills, continuously performing evasive maneuvers in midair, narrowly dodging several seemingly unavoidable cannonballs. Yet, she glanced back toward the distant road behind her—would Ling Haotian come looking for her? If he really did, what would happen if he couldn’t see her?

“All right, please wait a moment, everyone.” The young waiter, dressed like a man from Xinjiang, nodded and walked away.

“Done. No need to thank me; I should be thanking you for the reminder.” Ye Yunyi waved her hand and turned back to the end of the corridor. Watching the heavy rain outside gradually subside, she took out her phone and was about to make a call when Ling Ruijue’s call came in.

Ye Yunyi suddenly felt as if her breath were blocked by something. In her dizzy and hazy consciousness, she sensed something biting her mouth, suffocating her almost to the point of suffocation.

“Speak your mind,” the Grand Tutor smiled at the Third Prince. In his eyes, the Third Prince had always been a refined and gentle gentleman, virtuous and well-mannered. He nodded in agreement to the request.

Throughout the morning’s lessons, Ye Yunyi was distracted, her mind frequently flashing back to the morning’s encounter with Ling Ruijue. She couldn’t fathom why he had come here.

A Lang’s hand gripping the reins felt as if scalded by cold air, causing him to pull back instinctively. Staring blankly at Xiao Yifei’s gradually receding figure, he felt reluctant but ultimately returned dejectedly to his father walking in the middle of the group.

After retrieving the car, Shen Yun followed Zhao Wanrong’s directions toward a karaoke bar called Joyful Honor.

The sound of footsteps mixed with the clinking of armor echoed as the patrolling soldiers disbanded and returned to camp. Ling Qixuan looked up at the sky and realized it was nearly noon. The palace banquet had begun; he marched swiftly toward the palace gates.

I smiled faintly, “Of course. By the way, who is our next opponent?” Everyone checked their watches, then paused briefly before breaking into joyful cheers. I wondered why they were so happy.

Unable to discern Ji Hong’s true intentions from his gaze and expression, Pei Dong silently questioned himself: Why would Ji Hong act this way?

Page (2/3)

Generally, before a demolition company uses various means against holdouts, they first try to smooth things over with the local police station.

Thus, as spring turned to winter, two years slipped by like the snap of fingers. The Xuanchen Continent had calmed during those years, no longer embroiled in conflict.

Unexpectedly, the pursuit lasted over ten miles, looping back to the hill beside Black Bear Ridge. Lan Ling, now over fifty, still maintained a daily exercise routine, but his stamina clearly waned. Fortunately, the masked man had stopped running.

When the Heavenly Fire Underworld King approached Yellow Sand Island, the cultivators finally saw who had arrived. This middle-aged man, dressed in a blue robe, was unfamiliar to them.

“Principal Jia, I recently opened a private kitchen by the Huangpu River; the food is quite good. If you don’t mind, I’ll treat you today,” Liu Yue offered proactively, curious about the person Jia Peiyuan was willing to invite for a meal, even going so far as to pick him up personally.

The squadron commander was also frustrated. Just after leaving the main control room, the alarm inside his protective suit suddenly sounded, warning of someone tailing him. But when he looked back, there was nothing. Could it be a system malfunction?

Seeing the familiar fighter jets through his sight, the Gulu man’s doubts slowly faded. These were their own space fighters, of course they recognized them. His wariness eased considerably.

“Hey, Wu Sheng, call Zhang Meng. I have something important to discuss. Wait for me at the Sun Bar,” Li Hao said directly, flagging down a taxi.

Li Hao spoke politely, “Don’t worry, sister, I won’t cause trouble for Wang Jin. I still have business with Master Song, so I’ll leave first.” Saying that, he turned and walked out.

But that time was carefully planned; this time, without any warning, it felt like a fateful confrontation with an enemy, as if she had struck the deepest, most painful wound hidden in his heart.

After that day’s argument, I was locked in a room by Lirad. No one dared visit me; even Danny was sent away by him.

“Young Master Pei, we didn’t find Lin Shasha, but in Tong Hanpeng’s large private room, the two did appear,” Chen Qiang reported what the dispatched men had found to Pei Junhao.

Page (3/3)

Since it was the poor against the rich, hatred toward the wealthy was only natural. At this moment, the driver looked at Zhou Chu and noticed something off—why was he dressed so elegantly? Why was he so casual with this beautiful girl while I was so tense?

Even Wang Xiaomin nearby couldn’t help but laugh, giving Li Hao a hard punch. Li Hao wanted to joke with Wang Xiaomin, but now wasn’t the time. Actually, he had said that deliberately just to annoy Huang Mao.

No wonder Li Hongchang waited twenty years for Du Li. It wasn’t that Li Hongchang was a hopeless romantic; holding such a beautiful woman was happiness itself. Li Hao’s mind even entertained some dirty thoughts, shaking his head repeatedly.

Because of this, Long Xuan bore the greatest resentment. As Tian Feng, Ye Wuhui and others came out, he immediately shouted at Tian Feng.

“That’s the monster! I didn’t expect he’d give it to you. Looks like you two are in cahoots!” The voice sounded familiar, but Harry couldn’t recall who it belonged to.

Looking down at the earth, Chu Fan suddenly understood—the stone tower wasn’t nine stories high but only one. It was the rules that made those who entered face different trials.

All manipulations of Dou Qi served these martial techniques. The more abundant the Dou Qi, the more techniques mastered and refined, the more powerful the martial skills’ effects.

The tedious rituals commanded respect for the royal family but also distanced them. Worst of all, efficiency suffered greatly. Thus, starting from the Rose Monarch, the royal family’s emphasis on traditional ceremonies waned generation by generation.