Volume 1, Chapter 31: Stirrings of Affection

"Kid, I think you're just being mysterious and talking nonsense!"

"Elder Mu, I respect you, so I won't argue with him, but please have this brat leave immediately!"

Zuo Yanming was filled with suspicion toward Lin Yu, and at the same time, was utterly disappointed in Elder Mu’s medical skills.

Although Elder Mu did not know why Lin Yu had made such a definitive statement, he firmly believed that what Lin Yu said was true!

"General Manager Zuo, I understand your urgency, but please don't be hasty; listen to what Lin Yu has to say!"

"No need to listen! My wife's condition is getting worse by the day; we must go to the Imperial Capital immediately to find a renowned doctor for treatment!"

This statement was a clear jab at Elder Mu's lack of medical competence! The person you brought is just as bad! He might even be a fraud!

Elder Mu...

They were all graduates of the School of Journalism and Communication at J University, the most prestigious department at the top university. Naturally, when they insulted others, they didn't use profanity, but their words were truly cutting. They likened their targets to wild goblins, sewer rats, and dusty sparrows.

Money was the driving force; Zhao Bin was incredibly excited because of the one million RMB reward promised by Luo Tian.

Lightning swirled around his entire body, and violent blue arcs danced across Pre's skin, emitting a crackling thunderous sound.

The Heng-Ha generals had limited magical power; relying on them to keep casting spells to delay the enemy was simply unrealistic. Moreover, heavy mounts like the earth-walking dragons did not have outstanding stamina. Wasting all their energy on endless running was inferior to using it for a desperate final stand.

"Young Master, Wang Yu has already entered the formation." As he spoke, his hands moved constantly to form seals, and black spots began to appear in the white mist.

Ebony Town was only so big; every household knew everyone else's secrets, and every little detail was common knowledge.

Watching the expressions of the crowd, who were angry but dared not speak, Yin Hong felt even better and turned to True Person Bailian.

He flashed a smug smile at Zhang Shiyin and Yi Luoshui, as if he were about to engage in some unspeakable business.

"Yes, I am an old acquaintance of his. Some things might be easier for me to say than for you. However, if I am to go, I must have your consent and some level of authorization; otherwise, there will be no results even if I go," said Zhu Yanni.

This was, of course, Gao Yingxiang’s intent, but Li Zicheng could not say it that way. He knew Zhang Xianzhong did not care much for the Chuang King; even if the Chuang King were not yet the leader of the Thirty-Six Camps, he would have no authority over other units anyway.

However, he did not expect Ping'an to be taken to the psychiatric department by Yu Wei. Ping'an’s heart pounded—could she really have mental health issues?

Zhu Dushan nodded and spread his hands, revealing a handful of white rice in front of Zhang Sheng. Yu Chenglong frowned; the workers' rations had always been handled by him and his subordinates. What was the meaning of the other party grabbing a handful of rice?

As it turned out, after Zheng Zhi received the ball, he didn't pass it back at all; he adjusted his position by a step and took a long shot from outside the penalty area, sending the ball sky-high.

What no one expected was that the person presiding over the wedding ceremony was Jin Lei, the Vice County Magistrate in charge of industry in Jianghai County.

He hadn't spoken to Liu Kexin at school, but bumping into her now, Ping'an nodded and greeted her.

No matter who they faced, the Japanese team lost more than they won; the most likely outcome was losing the semi-finals, followed by losing the third-place match, and finally heading home in fourth place.

In the early 90s, there weren't many leaders who could do what Ma Jian did; being conservative and cautious was a common flaw among many corporate leaders.

"Colonel, the scout ship has spotted the movement of the enemy fleet," an adjutant reported, walking forward.

That peach-blossom-like figure danced lightly; although there was no zither beside her, it was as if she were plucking invisible strings, playing with delicate, rapid movements.

"Damn you..." Lin Tingting wanted to rush up and hit the referee. Fortunately, Dean Sanxiao covered her mouth in time and dragged her away, preventing a scene from unfolding before everyone's eyes.

Therefore, the mummies did not swarm them for a while; they were waiting for their leader's command.

Chu Feng didn't care about what Feng Yuerong did, as long as she didn't go out to play; after all, Feng Yuerong was too frail, and it would be troublesome if anything happened.

Third-grade area. The number of people sitting here was the smallest, but the school had arranged many seats, so a student from the second grade sneaking over did not attract much attention.

Zhangsun Kangbo’s body stiffened for a moment, and then he hugged Tian Fei'er with immense tenderness.

The faint blood mist dissipated continuously. The scene was too shocking. Zhangsun Kangbo waved his arms repeatedly, causing the massive sword aura to slash at Sikou Chengren from all directions. The sight of flesh and blood flying was simply too cruel.

They were all basically there representing the forces behind them. If they could poach someone from Ross, that would naturally be best. If not, they had to maintain good relations—regardless of whether Chi Huan was the legendary Chosen One, a Ninth-Order Fifth-Heaven master so young was someone they could not afford to offend.

Wan Ruyi felt the same. Although she had always lived there, everything had been arranged by the butler Zhao Ergou, who recruited the staff. This was the first time so many people had gathered together, and she naturally felt very shocked.

Xing Kai turned to look at Zhou Yu beside him. Seeing Zhou Yu nodding repeatedly, he frowned in thought for a while, then nodded and said, "En! I have an idea. Go wake your senior brother and come into the room; I have instructions for you both!" He turned and walked into the main hall.

Before Longya Tianzun and the others could answer, the two Demon Emperors spoke first: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Weixiao, you two continue your reunion, we will take our leave first!" After speaking, the two divine senses vanished without a trace.

During their conversation just now, Long Shaoyan had been pretending to be asleep, his breathing rhythmic and consistent.

"Welcome back to the team, Battalion Commander Liu!" Liu Xingzhang led the cheer, and many soldiers, upon hearing the news, gathered around and shouted in unison, "Welcome back to the team, Battalion Commander Liu!" No one called him "Third Brother" anymore.

"I just asked you to get the knife for me. What did you think I wanted you to do? Or is there something you want to do?" Xiao Jiang smiled.

The Empress Dowager was so angry she couldn't speak for a long while. Consort Ning looked at Nanny Yu with a calm expression, a cold sneer forming at the corner of her mouth. There were always people who couldn't recognize their own status, thinking that just because they were old, they didn't need to distinguish between superior and inferior; they deserved a lesson.

Song Xiaofei did not break free; she was just startled in her heart. How did this Liu Shen suddenly become so proactive? I want to see what he is actually trying to do.

"Stop keeping me in suspense. I'm impatient; I want to know what good news you've brought!" Zhang Chi raised his chin and finished the wine in his cup.

"Father, you are truly broad-minded. My main joy is seeing my second brother, and I couldn't suppress my happiness; if I didn't drink a cup of wine, I would feel I was doing a disservice to this happy moment! After this drink, I will discuss the future plans for the Liu Family Estate with my second brother." As he said this, he poured himself a full tea bowl of wine.