Volume 1, Chapter 27: It Is Just a Pity That You Do Not Like It, Sister Tang

Tan Yin cautiously watched Si Tang.

She had been worried that Si Tang might feel upset after hearing the names Lu Siming and Su Yuejin, but Si Tang’s expression remained remarkably calm.

Yet she also knew the man was right. Now that matters had reached this point, the only way to save Zhang Ziqing was to get out quickly, hand the evidence over to the police, and wipe out Zhao Laosan’s underground casino in one decisive sweep.

Everyone present also knew that although the exact details had not been made public, it was already understood internally that Dingyu would be taking the lead on this project. Whether anyone else could participate was entirely up to Dingyu. So how had it become, in Qi Xiangyu’s case, a matter of having to act according to his family’s wishes?

Li Cu glared angrily at Zhang Qiling, scooped up another handful of water, and flung it toward him. The distance was too great, however, and before the water could reach Zhang Qiling, it drenched Wu Xie instead, leaving him looking like a drowned rat. Seeing this, Zhang Qiling burst into delighted laughter.

But he would not outlive Kong Yingda. In the end, the real contest was over who could live longer. That was true victory.

The provocation worked exactly as intended. Xiao Yuming strode after Xuan Qianzhen, following his pace. When they reached the doorway, he was still somewhat nervous, but he nevertheless held his head high and puffed out his chest, looking as though he feared no one.

On the day the Divine Child was born, immortal cranes circled the shrine, phoenixes paid homage, and five-colored divine radiance shone without end.

The golden light enveloping the entire room grew brighter and brighter, its intensity already surpassing the radiance of the daytime sun and becoming faintly dazzling.

The festivities continued until after eleven that night before everyone finally dispersed. Most of them had drunk a little, and since they had also spent the day traveling by plane, they all rose rather late the next morning.

Bai Lin was tidying up in his room when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

“Pfft!” Feiyu had just taken a sip of water and had not yet swallowed when he heard Gu Qing say that. He could not hold it in and sprayed the water everywhere.

“Jiujiu, are you all right?” Xiao Minglan stepped forward and had only just taken Song Qingyin’s hand when she let out an “ow,” drawing a sharp breath.

They had gone up the mountain in the middle of the night, and the snow along the road had yet to melt. Darkness lay everywhere, making it impossible to see a thing. For someone like Lu Weilou, who knew the area like the back of his hand, it was manageable. But Lin Suwen and I had never been here before and were unfamiliar with the route. Having lived in the south for years, we were also unaccustomed to walking on mountain roads covered in snow, making the journey exceedingly painful.

As Daya spoke, she began undoing He Shi’s sash. He Shi could do nothing but weep, her grief unrelenting.

The young were full of confidence and always thought that capturing a mere demon would take only two or three days. Little did they know that the wait would stretch all the way into the third month.

Unfortunately, after several days of this, I came to see it every day only to find the flower buds drooping one after another, like eggplants struck by an autumn frost, showing signs of withering.

Later, to their surprise, Brother Fan actually subdued Zhang Yi of the Zhang family, though it was said that he had relied on that mysterious powerhouse—namely, Brother Fan’s master.

“Clang, clang…” Something inside the wooden box seemed to be battering against its lid, producing a chaotic, unnerving noise.

The pumpkin carriage rolled slowly to a stop before the living-room door. Before Naxiang could bid the two passengers farewell, they had already vanished from the carriage.

The pheasant’s tail was long and magnificent. Whenever rain or snow came, it cherished its tail so dearly that it would roost high in the treetops, afraid to descend for food, and would often starve to death. This was recorded during the reign of Emperor Jingchu of Wei.

At the end of his deductions, Douglas took out the coin for the fourth time. Silently repeating, “It is dangerous to go now to Number 32, Aikeburg Street, in the Jowood District,” he tossed the coin high into the air and caught it in his palm.

With the integration of genetic energy, the monster’s genes acquired the chameleon’s ability to conceal itself. Although the transformation had succeeded, the pain wracking its body made it struggle ceaselessly against the iron chains.