Chapter 30: Too Targeted

“This damned thing—what on earth is going on? Why can’t I send my bank-card number? Isn’t this going to affect my ability to make money? Damn it, damn it, this is just damnable.” Old Du muttered inwardly.

The viewers had no idea what was going through Old Du’s mind. They simply waited and waited, yet still did not see him post his bank-card number.

The viewers began to lose their composure. [How strange. Why does the streamer never say anything?]

[Life is already this miserable, yet he still can’t bear to let us...]

Sophia, however, remained deep in thought. The scene just now, when Chen Zui used his portable spatial realm, had inspired her greatly. Her delicate brows were furrowed as she pondered intensely.

“You really are impossible. Since you’ve brought the children back, then I’ll go find them a tiger or leopard to serve as their wet nurse!” Though Feng Mei’s words sounded like a reproach to Lan Lianxia, ...

Chen Zui collapsed again. This time, he did not hurry to get back up. Instead, he lay sprawled on the ground with his arms and legs spread wide, eyes closed.

In the office, Jin Yuli held a cup of coffee and regarded Han Daqing, who had just entered, with a half-smile.

You Zishi spoke with complete sincerity, laying bare every thought in his heart. Indeed, looking back through history, which artist had ever lived a life comparable to that of ordinary mortals?

Upon hearing this, Cinnabar was even more astonished. Why did Master Qiu possess such overwhelming confidence in the divine artifact known as Rebirth Soil? And where, exactly, did the power of Rebirth Soil lie?

This time, she had suddenly left. I could think of only one possibility: if she had truly been used by Su Moqian, then she had left in order to seek him out.

He vaguely remembered that when Li Zhishi had discussed this subject with him, he had used only a single sentence to describe the transformation of the entire political situation at the Great Song court.

Naturally, he did not know that the two kicks just now were Wu Song’s proudest technique, a renowned move called the Mandarin Duck Legs. Whenever it was used, it never failed. Countless famous heroes had fallen to that technique, let alone this unknown Brother Huang.

After this forbidden martial technique was unleashed, the caster had no idea how far or in what direction Ai Yi and the others would be transported. Thus, they had believed themselves completely safe. Who could have imagined that, somehow, traces of them would eventually be exposed, allowing the people of the Merit Redemption Hall to catch up with them once more?

After calling out a greeting, he left the main group beneath the somewhat awkward expression of the wealthy young master and followed Feng Wuqing and Lu Qiao’er from a distance.

Only then did Xu Shi notice that something was wrong with Qin Yibai. His primal force had apparently been completely exhausted, and he had also suffered serious internal injuries. His heart tightening with alarm, Xu Shi did not wait for Qin Yibai to say another word. He bent down, hoisted him onto his back, and with a wave of his hand hurriedly led everyone away.

Sheng Yong’s body suddenly came to a halt, and he struck fiercely toward Chiyou’s position. The two were separated by a great distance, so the blow had almost no effect on Chiyou. Having issued his threat, Sheng Yong did not stop. This time, however, he was no longer attacking his target. Instead, he charged toward his own head.

“This one smells of blood. No good! Let’s have this one instead—fresh and natural. Not bad!” Before Qin Yibai could explain the characteristics of the two jars of wine, the newcomer had already cast a disgusted glance at the Fire Dragon Blood Wine, then pointed at the Ice Soul Wine and nodded approvingly.

Less than three breaths after the pill entered his mouth, the burly man who had looked as though he were dead let out a groan and sat upright. Still dazed, he looked around, then suddenly noticed Qin Yibai smiling faintly nearby.

Although these two had initially agreed to travel with Meng Qi temporarily because they believed his strength to be formidable, after only a brief acquaintance they discovered that he was exceedingly simple and guileless. The two kindhearted men immediately developed the instinct to look after him like a younger brother, rather than merely coveting his combat strength.

“How would I know...” Xiao De rolled his eyes. After all, he had only some knowledge of the subject; he was not the master of this palace. How could he possibly know so much?