Chapter 29: Exchanging Glances

That royal noble? Or had the noble long since passed the letter on to the original owner’s grandfather after all this time, and had the grandfather sent someone to test whether she was real or fake? Or perhaps it was an enemy from the political camp?

No, impossible. If it were an enemy, they would have come to destroy the whole family outright; there would be no need for such trouble, no need to help her make herself noticed again.

So, the original owner’s grandfather?

Su Tang glanced toward Big Black in the courtyard. Big Black tilted its head and wagged its tail.

Faced with the venomous snake’s interrogation, a shadow of gloom flashed in Dongfang Shou’s eyes. The instant a thought of betrayal rose in his mind, a searing pain tore through the depths of his soul. Only after he suppressed those feelings of resentment and regret did his soul return to normal.

“Oh, look at that, look at that. My junior brother is far too polite,” said the short, fat man, even as he hurriedly reached out and took the art of formations and escape techniques into his hands.

With no other choice, Mo Fan had to head out directly. He wandered out of the Li residence, then suddenly found himself a little peckish, so he turned and went first to Old Li’s Noodle House.

Outside was calm and quiet. Servants came and went, but none spoke of the matter beyond the gates. The Xu family’s discipline was strict, and no one dared touch that subject. Even if the sky fell and the earth split outside, inside they would still go on doing what had to be done.

“As long as you drink your fruit wine, even if you don’t like it, you’ll end up liking it,” Lu Yao said with a smile. In truth, those things had all been in Zhang Donghai’s portable storage space.

“But Great Snake once said that Sound Ninja Village is his village. He can’t possibly kill his own ninjas, can he?” Kakashi said.

As she walked, she thought to herself: those five-colored stones are rarely seen in ordinary times. We searched the heavens and found nothing. Perhaps this time, the younger sisters may find them in the mortal world.

Gu Ya did not reply and continued watching, but Lin Yumeng had landed a resounding slap on Gu Xianzhong’s face, because after nearing the trap, they had not stepped into it at all; instead, they had directly bombarded the yellow sand.

Two minutes later, the twenty cars on Yongsheng Road split into four groups and roared off in four different directions, racing through the streets of Longhai at dawn. Each hall master pulled out his phone to call his trusted subordinates, and the blood in each of their veins began to burn.

Mo Fan’s expression tightened. Wang Meiying had been right after all. He really had brought it as a gift for a girl, though not out of any feeling of admiration.

After plotting for a long time, they had finally prepared a killing blow. Concubine Lan was nervous, but after going over it again and again, the odds of success were still high, because no one would have expected the men of the Loyal and Brave King to spring out at the very end.

Standing in the quiet corridor, Leng Wufeng wore a troubled look on his round face. He extended his gaunt, wrinkled right hand and stared at the tightly shut stone door of the secret chamber before him, hesitating for a long while.

Liang Shan thought that if he had not dealt with Xiaoyao Jun so many times, he too would have been bewitched.

Not a single word. Lu Yu said nothing at all. He simply stared fixedly at Senior Sister Shi Yu, and their eyes met. At that moment, Senior Sister Shi Yu seemed to sense his attitude as well, and she gently revealed a smile.

After Zhang Liuliang had finished off a few pieces of watermelon, Rich Boy Liu, jacket in hand, hurried off to the internet cafe on the outskirts of the school to join his buddies for a team battle. Zhang Liuliang opened the computer and downloaded an online public lecture on capital restructuring from Peking University.

Thus, I brought Ning Fengqian and Nalan Lin with me as we followed the three princesses into White Feather Hall. Inside, the disciples of the feathered clan came and went in great busyness, likely occupied with arrangements for the king’s funeral.

“Of course it will be me who brings you down. When I can no longer stand up and fight, that will be when you have won,” I said with a smile.

Within the billowing smoke, the massive silhouette grew clearer and clearer. Repeated tremors rolled through the ground, striking fear into the hearts of the villagers. That was the proof of power: merely by taking one step forward, the Mushroom King’s strength was enough to crack the earth beneath it.

Little did he know that this choice of his would send the admissions office director at Southern Capital Institute of Economics into a panic.