Chapter 38: That Is the Kind of Person He Is

I finished the last bite of the pan-fried dumpling and licked my lips, still craving more.

Fu Shuhua looked at me, and a flash of something I couldn't quite decipher passed through his eyes—it was so fleeting that I wondered if it had just been a trick of the light.

Night had deepened. In the hospital room, the dim, warm light cast a glow over the head of the bed, illuminating the man’s sharp, angular features. Fu Shuhua stood by the window, his figure tall and upright, casting a long, slender shadow in the amber light...

That’s right! The idea of the bait-and-switch didn't come from Lee Ji-yeon, but from Seo-hyun! If Yoona hadn't specifically checked her diaries from those days after the thought crossed her mind, she probably would have gone her whole life without knowing that it was all Seo-hyun’s doing.

"You have a way?" Upon hearing Ye Siyu's words, everyone, including Zheng Zha and the other reincarnators, turned their gaze toward him. They were all eager to know what method he would use to resolve the problem.

With the battle plan set, the three of them began a long-range war of attrition in water that reached above their thighs. While dodging the elemental creatures in the sea, they took turns using long-range attacks to strike at their opponents.

Ignoring the cries of the tadpoles, Mo Qi commandeered the fishing boat in a very overbearing manner. This was a crucial part of his plan; the boat was needed to transport the "things" Mo Qi required.

"It seems I really drank too much." The Meledor man buried his face in his palms, feeling vexed. He promised himself that starting tomorrow, he would listen to his mentor, Anselon, and never drink that much again. If he kept waking up with a hangover like this every night, heaven knows what he might see next—murlocs attacking Silvermoon City?

At the same time... the death of Guo Chengle served as a terrifying lesson to the countless "second-generation heirs" on the scene. Today, people were truly going to die. No matter how impressive your status or what kind of power backed you, none of it mattered in front of this monster.

"You! Summon that magical item right now!" Sephilis ordered in a fit of rage.

The mutated beasts had long since sensed that something was wrong, but without Ye Bei's order, they remained prostrate on the ground, motionless. Of course, the murmurs never ceased for a moment.

He was confident that the prey would eventually crawl out of its tortoise shell on its own; all he needed was patience.

Everyone’s eyes turned toward Ye Meng. They could feel all the sword intent surrounding him vanish, coalescing into a single pitch-black blade. The sword, over ten zhang long, hovered above his head, surging with rolling killing intent. No one dared to challenge him.

Meanwhile, Qian Zoude seized the moment to rush out and find a public telephone to call the plaza and send people over.

"How many good little sisters do you have?" The ringtone blared, and Chai Hua felt a surge of joy—what was meant to come had finally arrived! This ringtone was exclusive to those from the Infinite Purgatory.

The lightning bombarded Yi Feng for a full half-stick of incense's time, until finally, his domain absorbed every last bolt of electricity.

Jian Su turned to look at Song Yuran, only to find her expression dazed, her eyes wide with bewilderment.

They knew they could no longer remain in this hotel; otherwise, they would become the laughingstock of the place.

"Goodnight, then." Tong Ling punched him lightly, then gently rubbed the spot, said goodnight, and drifted away, pulling Liu Ying along with her.

Curiosity killed the cat—Comrade Lao Guan slowly reached out and felt the object through the fabric of the bloomers; it felt like some sort of hard component.

Once Li Tianyi finished speaking, the entire Standing Committee meeting fell into a dead silence. Only then did everyone realize that the reason Li Tianyi had conceded defeat during the committee vote was because he had a backup plan waiting in the wings—a plan that was exceptionally sharp and struck directly at the fatal weakness of the flax trade.

"Then... let's just change hotels," Song Yuran decided to follow in her idol's footsteps, saying so after a moment of hesitation.