Chapter 47: Doubt

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There was some suspicion that Wei An had written letters to several organizations, enlisting the old rivals of the Xie family to collectively pressure them into abandoning Xie Hongfei. This likely stemmed from Wei An’s discovery of the relationship between Xie Hongfei and Ye Aihua.

“They were classmates from elementary through high school. Along with them was a girl named Ye Aihua, who was a close friend of Su Wei An’s—so close, in fact, that their bond was like that of sisters.”

“A little over a month ago, Ye Aihua became involved with the Jiang family at the intellectual youth office due to some inappropriate male…”

My wife Lan turned her head toward the disheveled bed. At that moment, the phone resting by the pillow lit up as it received a message.

Just as mentioned earlier, under the command of the wicked overlord, Chunsan tearfully demonstrated how she generated power yesterday. Afterwards, to soothe her anger, Hojo Makoto reluctantly surrendered all his resources.

Hojo Makoto suggested that he had noticed my wife Lan had long since disappeared, probably having returned to her room.

Qin Chaomu’s gaze darkened slightly. On the tips of her toes, she lightly evaded a trailing shadow, only to unexpectedly come face to face with a burly man.

The white divination power on his body gradually weakened, transforming entirely into the fabric of fate. Only when the power was fully exhausted was he completely bound, resembling a mummy.

“This time, the Hundred Sect Leaders of the Drum Alliance, under the lead of the Hua Sect, extended a strong invitation to the Langfeng Sect to attend the assembly. I have long found this suspicious, yet I could never fathom Luan Qingshan’s true intention,” Hanguangzi said, brows knit in deep thought.

Of course, it was also because the entire Lantian County was under his control, and the townsfolk were deeply fond of this young girl.

Li Hugo stepped onto the arena, raising his long knife. Looking at the man before him, Hugo thought to himself that perhaps this was the man he had been seeking.

The Weak Water Hermitage was already the only structure standing amid these dilapidated ruins, barely holding on as if a single gust of wind could collapse it, blending into the withered grass and stones.

It was fortunate enough if this misfortune fell upon other professions; for those who failed to ascend to professional status, true despair awaited.

Over two days, they exchanged a few scattered words until Xu Qingzhou decisively ended the conversation and set his phone aside to sleep.

When he spoke, his gaze wandered nervously, avoiding eye contact with Su Wan. Perhaps he felt a bit embarrassed, unconsciously scratching his cheek.

Such a person was destined to win the head coach’s favor, capable of securing an unshakable tactical position within minutes.

After defeating the Pistons and resting for a day, the Pacers remained at home to face the New Orleans Hornets’ challenge.

Xie Yuan practiced for a while, noticing his equestrian skills rising by a few points. He rode more steadily, gradually shedding his earlier awkwardness.

As a heavyweight center with slow footwork, Su Wan capitalized on the moments when he had to step out due to the "defensive three seconds" rule, launching his breakthroughs. This left only Joe Smith to provide backup defense.

At home, there was always someone unruly and worrisome, making me somewhat understand my mother’s helpless feelings.

She glanced at Ryuzawa Takeshi, who was nominally the consulate chief, but she also had a father who was a shadow ninja.

Camera shutters clicked incessantly from all directions. Lin Weize, unaccustomed to the sudden flashes, was overwhelmed for several seconds before regaining composure.

Naturally, unless in emergencies, swearing was prohibited—otherwise, chaos would ensue.

There was awe at Wang Zelin’s explosive 41-point half and regret at Kobe’s resilient 36-point performance despite his age.

Though priests belonged to the mage class, they were blessed by the light of Elras. Their weapons were highly effective against dark creatures, granting them melee prowess comparable to the elite crusaders.

He had no intention of targeting the Otsutsuki clan. Others aside, and lacking followers, he had already set his sights on the reincarnated eye he had yet to meet. Naturally, he held little regard for the Byakugan and Rinnegan.