Volume 1, Chapter 67: Sounds of Wind and Air (Part Two)

"But what?" Leng Youruo enjoyed being looked at with respect and admiration, and she rarely had the patience to continue asking.

Although Cheng Wulang had no idea what his mother and Leng Ye had discussed, he nodded, indicating he would do as his mother instructed.

Pulled by Xinghe past Cheng Beihuai, Qiao Shiwei did not even glance at him, letting Xinghe lead her to the dining table and sit down.

Moreover, because both families knew each other well, the talks went smoothly without any disagreements or arguments.

Her dark hair fell smoothly and loosely, carrying a pleasant floral scent. Unable to resist, he gently reached out, hooked a lock of her hair, and played with it lightly.

The two intended to walk past as if they didn't see him, but unexpectedly, Miu En stepped sideways to block their path.

"Then are you going back or not?" Fu Jinheng interrupted her coldly, a hint of sharpness in his gaze.

She beat against the door with her hands, attempting to grab chairs and anything usable in the room to hurl at the heavy door.

Shao Yixian truly felt a bit unsettled. It hadn't been much when she saw Mu Yingsheng get engaged to Li Yan—just a touch of sentiment. But now, Mu Yingsheng had actually become Li Yan's fiancée.

When Fu Yun entered the office, Lin Xixi was on the phone. He stood at the door and listened for a while; it seemed Bai Fengyu was inviting Lin Xixi out to play.

Since the ceremony was over, did they still need to stay here? That was clearly out of the question for President Xia. He had only invited these people here; he hadn't said he would entertain them. Besides, the monetary gifts they gave wouldn't even be enough for his wife to buy a car.

Murong Nuo was indeed afraid of her being bullied by others, and lacking supreme professional competence, she was inevitably the subject of endless gossip, which naturally made her feel uncomfortable.

The bed still retained the messy aftermath of the previous night's madness, with white undergarments scattered across the bed and the floor.

Actually, Ji Qingnian did not have much of a personal connection with the estate's steward here. It was just that this steward had once mysteriously asked her for a remedy to treat male impotence. She hadn't known who he was at the time, but later found out he was none other than Steward Niu of the Prince's Mansion.

Roughly speaking, the entire underground drug manufacturing plant contained at least a dozen tons of ephedrine alone. If that pile of ephedra grass was included, the total would reach several dozen tons. If these were processed into narcotics and circulated on the market, countless families would be shattered.

"What you say makes sense, but I'm really curious. Why did you ask that senior grand-awe-inspiring question back then? Did you guess it long ago?" Du asked Xia Yu in puzzlement.

The Treading-Wind Tiger was said to be a descendant of the sacred beast White Tiger, possessing extremely strong wind-control abilities. Although its bloodline had been diluted for countless generations, it was still of Spirit-rank, second only to the six-tailed King-rank.

After pondering for a long time, Ye Qianling suddenly smiled. In Buddhist terms, her current state was one of attachment to appearances. So what if Yeailing got angry? As long as she couldn't grab solid evidence proving that she, Ye Qianling, had saved Yue Biyun, it mattered not.

Judging by the current situation, that ordinary person's moves were vicious and intended to kill his opponent. On the other hand, the disciple of Sanshuidao showed restraint everywhere and kept explaining, looking nothing like a killer. But where had that ordinary person gone?

The Bentley owner nodded while listening to Ning Feng. Everything Ning Feng had said just now hit the mark. It was identical to the symptoms of his own body, down to the severe trauma he had suffered in the past, without the slightest error.

After spending the afternoon busy at the lawyer's office, Zuo Mo finally settled the matters concerning the will. Holding the property deeds in his hand, the kind expression and voice of his grand-uncle surfaced in his mind once again.

Hanamichi secured another rebound, shattering Hanagata's plan. Seeing this, Shen Long felt deeply gratified; Rukawa Kaede's team spirit was gradually showing.

Straightening his back instantly, a nonchalant, wicked smile on his face, he looked unflinchingly at those people without a trace of weakness.

Jin Ling had no other choice and sighed softly. She suddenly realized that Xu Zheng seemed to be her destined nemesis.

The car started, followed by two other cars heading straight to Fuchunyuan, while Zhang Hui led several cars in another direction.

Xu Zheng chuckled dryly. The girl appeared to be mocking him, but her eyes were full of threats. If he really stayed in a brothel, his second brother might just get broken legs.

The two wore distinctly disbelieving expressions, leaving Liang Xuan helpless. Since An Qin had a part-time job in the afternoon, the three of them had an early lunch and let the other two return first.

Even the Qin Yan of his past life, who had reached the pinnacle of the Myriad Clan Immortal Path, did not immediately break through to become a Sword Sage.

"Then you admit I am a good person?" Zheng Cuiying pressed on, forcing the crowd to hurriedly agree in affirmation.

At this moment, Gu Lin, sitting on the sofa across from the window, glanced at the dazed Ye Feng, said nothing, and continued lowering her head to peel an apple.

At the same time, Huang Yichen and Lele, betting Er Ya and Alice, all rushed out under the cover of Shui Han. In Shui Han's tactics, every second was crucial because he had nothing else to rely on.

Old Qi and Dongfeng Qingyun addressed each other as brothers. Although Feng Qian didn't mind this, he still felt it was improper, so he changed his address for Dongfeng Qingyun to "Senior," a change to which Dongfeng Qingyun raised no further objection.

"It's nothing. I'm already quite satisfied to be the Master's chief disciple; is there any need to pursue more?" Betting Er Ya said naturally, not even realizing what she was to Shui Han or what significance it held.

Suddenly, both Shui Han and Xu Siyuan understood—Red Eighteen had cheated. When everyone saw that his attack only had the last seven ice blades remaining, there were actually only two left; his offensive move was already coming to an end.

The Sacred Alliance's mecha warriors were built much larger than those of the Night, though it was uncertain if they were stronger. The foremost mecha warrior, just as it tried to raise its arm to fire its various weapons, suddenly halted, standing rigidly motionless. Immediately, thick smoke began to billow from some unknown part of this big iron can.