Chapter 49: Fearing She Would Escape

In a daze, the ginger soup boiling in the pot began to bubble over. I flurriedly turned off the gas stove, retrieved a soup bowl, and poured the thick ginger soup into it. Then, I carried the bowl alone and sat in the living room, waiting for it to cool down slightly.

Having made this decision, I immediately called Micai. I needed to discuss this matter with her, as it was a major event for the two of us at this stage.

Witnessing the current situation, Li Badao naturally would not let slip such a prime opportunity and immediately issued an order for the entire army to charge.

Yet, all these were known outcomes, matters that could be cast to the back of the mind. Here in Kunzhou, officials of Xining such as Xie Tongfu and Peng Mingyi, clan patriarchs like Elder Li and Elder Yang, and ordinary folk like Shen Deshan and Shen Zeyun were all awaiting another outcome: who would be the newly appointed Governor of Kunzhou.

At this time, there was still some time before the concert began. I seized the opportunity to come to Mochou Road, which was not far from the performance venue. Intending to have a cup of coffee to refresh myself before the show, I stepped into Mochou Cafe.

My mind was somewhat absent, terrified that Micai might return suddenly. Startling her wouldn't matter much, but if I blew my cover in front of Father Ban, I might as well just go die.

This was because the formation eyes arranged by Li Badao appeared arbitrary at first glance. However, once Zhao Liang truly inspected them, he suddenly realized that if these formation eyes were ever activated, the explosive power they could unleash would be absolutely astonishing, bordering on world-shattering.

"Of course it's true, Brother Lu! I never tell lies. If you don't believe me, you can ask my manager, Sister Liu," Tang Yanran said, pouting. Before Lu Chen could speak, Sister Liu nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"If you soil my bathwater, I'll have someone chop your hands into minced meat!" The young man's cold eyes were frosty and as clear as water.

One question after another left Long Jianfei at a complete loss. Yet, the technique used for this imprint did not look like Charma's own; judging from the time it was carved, it should have been done within the last few days.

There was a sound from inside the bedroom, indicating that Mu Haisen had regained consciousness. Last night's bullet had struck his shoulder with tremendous force, causing him to faint instantly. Fortunately, it was only a shoulder injury, and with Divine Doctor Duanmu Shenji around, there was no major danger.

Mr. Cheng had heard countless romantic tales of high society and was long accustomed to them. Had Zhongli not provoked his precious grandson, he couldn't care less about meddling in or inquiring about such sordid affairs.

Simultaneously, through his glasses, Long Jianfei clearly saw two sparks gradually emerging from the island behind.

Leng Yanshuo indicated that this bidding conference was extremely crucial. Although the project did not match his usual style, he was determined to secure it at all costs.

Three years later, I emerged from that gloomy place. Attending school was entirely out of the question, the apartment I previously rented had been repossessed, and I was left completely penniless. My proud self-respect refused to let me reveal these hardships to my family.

Li Zhichen's face was deathly pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down continuously. At his peak, a battle to the death with Du Hui would have been evenly matched, but now, with his primordial energy completely exhausted, he was even less of a match.

"Let him finish fighting first. A physique like that won't last a single round," said the man with the goatee.

Throughout this, Lin Qianchuan remained completely silent, playing the role of a quiet listener. Perhaps finding some resonance, the gaze he cast toward Gu Yanxi carried a hint of a gentle glow.

"What is it?" Di Ze's eyes flashed, his gaze falling upon the sparkling beads of dense sweat at her temples. Could her wound be acting up again?

When the Xuan King was born, celestial phenomena were abnormal. No one could have imagined that a supreme martial master with purple-tier internal energy was actually a newborn infant in diapers.

Still, she had made up her mind; even if Lin Nana gave birth to a child, she had no intention of compromising to accommodate them.

Gu Qianqian nodded, placed Gu Yuanbao back onto the bed from her arms, stood up, walked over to the door, and took the items from the housekeeper.

"Special forces? What kind of troops are those?" Guo Yixin asked in bewilderment, unable to conceal her confusion.

Perhaps, even if they did not originate from the same Ling clan, there would inevitably come a day when they met and grew to loathe one another.

Through the thick wall, the shouts of reporters could be heard outside, all clamoring for her, Mai Doudou, to provide an explanation.

As the old saying goes, beating a dog requires looking at its owner. Although Ma Pi was not a dog, Ma Zhenhao equated him as such. Now that Chen Han had slapped Ma Pi across the face, he was essentially slapping Ma Zhenhao's face as well—how could he possibly tolerate this?

Seeing the way her eyes brimmed with affection while talking to Qiao Chutian on the phone, with a tender smile on her lips and a particularly coquettish tone, jealousy surged within her like a rising tide.

Ji Tianqiao stiffly turned his neck, forcing his gaze away from the sight he was reluctant to leave. If he kept looking any longer, he would surely lose all self-control.

On the magic-crafting platform, the Daoist master seemed to smile, pointing his ordinary long sword obliquely at the ground before suddenly unleashing a flash of sword light.

Thud. The vibration came once more, and a shower of fine dust and debris fell from the ceiling. Yet the twins seemed entirely oblivious, completely lost within their own world.

Many people stared at the assessment rules inscribed on the stone wall, murmuring amongst themselves, lamenting the excessive difficulty and worrying about their future prospects.

"When you manage to fix it, let us know. Also, until our order is completed, you are forbidden to take on any other business," the gang member said with a threatening smile.

Consequently, several deans unanimously fell silent, offering no further response, as the images captured in the recording stone earlier had already made everything clear. Besides, since Jun Ao had arrived now, he obviously had his own plans, so they prepared to stand aside and observe how the situation unfolded.

Naturally, apart from demons and abyss beasts, the unfortunate ones also included the humans caught in between. Those who could survive the gloomy storms were one in ten thousand.

However, Heart-Core Stone Flowers typically grew in isolation. In any given region and rock face, usually only a single Heart-Core Stone Flower bloomed, making it exceedingly rare to encounter more than two, let alone an entire patch.

"Wang Meng, don't be too arrogant! Who will ultimately triumph remains to be seen!" the Artifact Immortal raged. Having occupied high positions for so long, when had they ever endured such contempt?