Chapter 62: Let Me Read Your Fortune

Seeing Heng Yanlin turn his head to look at him at this moment, the fiend's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of foreboding washed over him.

Although midnight is a time for the youth to revel, the street was gradually growing quiet. Lowering her hand and aided by the streetlamp, Lu Shan indeed saw the symmetrical red handprints on his face. Yet, there was no intention of an apology whatsoever.

Therefore, Su Jinli said nothing at all. With just a nod, she headed toward the inner hall alone.

However, those standing nearby had absolute faith in Heng Yanlin; their trust in him was profound.

At that moment, the old lady slowly regained consciousness. She looked at me, stunned at first, and blinked a few times as if struggling to remember who I was. I grew somewhat flustered—what on earth would I do if I ended up getting the blame for this?

Glancing across at that instant, countless mid-stage cultivators lay deployed right before his eyes, as though they cost nothing at all.

Recalling some memories of that illegitimate son, he pondered for a moment and began searching under his bed.

Upon stepping out of the Bai family's front gate, Qin Kaichang did not take a carriage, but instead strolled leisurely toward the outer alley. Just as he did, a carriage approached from the opposite direction. Looking closely, he recognized it as the one frequently used by Fang Guizhi.

After breakfast, Han Jinyu changed into a long dress, clipped her hair back with a pink clip, applied a gentle and virtuous makeup look, and happily sent Qi Zhixi off to school.

When she came out after changing her clothes, she saw that Qi Ruize was still in his pajamas, propping his head up as he stared straight at her.

Stepping out of the Shunhe Hall, Xin Zhaoyang let out a soft breath. Although the invitation was successful, he felt not the slightest sense of relief in his heart.

Hearing this, Huizhu could not help but frown. She had not expected that simply teaching Hongli a few single syllables casually would become known to everyone in the estate, and now even Gengshi, who never stepped outside, had caught wind of it. Nevertheless, she outwardly nodded in agreement with Gengshi's words, and as they discussed parenting secrets, they walked together toward the garden.

The two parties were separated by a considerable distance, and amidst the vast, snowy plain, neither could clearly make out the other's attire. Yet, neither advanced to attack first; they merely remained in a standoff, seemingly hesitating.

Her tightness intertwined intricately with his robustness in dense, subtle layers; her tenderness blended seamlessly with his unrestrained drive in a lingering, intimate fusion—it was truly exhilarating! Creak, creak, went the shifting of the bed frame, while sparks burst forth in muffled pops—it was the height of deep affection and burning desire!

As he spoke, Yinzhen's anger flared even higher. His eyes darted about as if searching for something, but the next instant, his gaze locked like a torch onto the object hanging on the eastern wall.

Whether in her past life or this one, Ye Huang had always trusted and followed her intuition for guidance and judgment. Because time and time again, her path to survival and matters of life and death were tied to her intuitive verdicts; over time, this sharp keenness had become second nature to her.

Thus, a single memorial to the throne sparked a tremendous reaction. The court ministers each harbored their own motives, and regardless of whether they were usually aligned, they spoke with one voice, expressing their approval of Junxian's matter in a memorial.

"Hmph, the surprises are still to come!" In truth, Lu Ming's mastery of dark magic had only reached the intermediate stage of a mid-level magician at that moment. Casting this "Soul Tremor" was already the absolute limit of his ability.

After some time, the city grew increasingly deserted. Pedestrians decreased by at least half. While going without sleep for several days and nights might not matter much to cultivators, after all, there were not many who genuinely enjoyed wandering about at night.

"Me? How do you figure that?" Ye Huang laughed upon hearing this, failing to see what she had to do with the matter.

Beside them, Peng Yilin, the deputy director of the municipal supervision office, secretly curled his lips. He was the one most clear about the relationship between that senior colonel and the Chen family. Watching this scene, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, no longer having to fret over whether or not to arrest Chen Jianwei.

Time was pressing, and Zhang Liang, anxious, deployed more men to push, tie ropes to drag, carry, and shoulder the load forward.

Before they even reached the door, however, the room door slammed shut heavily with a thunderous crash.

As it turned out, during the freezing month of February, Liu Biao failed to hold on and died in bed. Yet, before drawing his last breath, he asked to see his eldest son, Liu Qi. Fearing that Liu Biao wished to pass down the dominion of Jing Province to Liu Qi, Cai Mao withheld the order and never delivered it.

"Fine, let's assume what you're saying is right. Then let me ask you, what happens to animals after they die?" Jin Feng made up his decision: he would go borrow that grappling hook from Baili Xuance, as that might secure things more tightly.

At that time, Daya had turned into a living hell. Countless Chinese were massacred and gang-raped, and charred corpses and severed heads of Chinese people could be seen everywhere on the streets.

For some reason, I suddenly chose a direction to move forward, turning at a ninety-degree angle relative to the remaining footprints.

However, I noticed that he was clad in a wetsuit with only a single swim fin on his left foot, and his sole weapon was a dilapidated, battered short sword hanging at his waist.

"Spare me, Brother Mao! Brother Mao, please give me another chance!" Lu Zhiiming, unable to care about the pain any longer, hurriedly dropped to his knees and begged for mercy.

The others, who had already reached safety, caught sight of Lin Yixuan's figure, and many immediately offered kind reminders.

The beast instantly broke through the surface of the river, resembling a gigantic marine storm sweeping overwhelmingly toward the land.

The hardship and effort they had poured in to attain such strength were beyond ordinary imagination.

Yet they could not simply brush it aside, so everyone restrained their smiles, even though they could not quite muster a look of solemn gravity either.

"I am asking whether eighteen untying your clothes and massaging your heart right after you fell unconscious was meant to save you or harm you? Didn't you feel it for yourself?" Aunt Yu asked sternly.

Back at the club, Da Fei still had plenty of work to do. He and Tiao Tiao, the only one who hadn't gotten drunk, hoisted the heavily intoxicated people, who were sprawled about in all directions, back into the club one by one.

The door creaked fully open, and the people whispering inside turned their heads. Seated in the main seat was Yu Taiqi, with white hair and a white beard, while the other person was not Concubine Cheng, but the Fourth Prince, Gan Mei.

He looked as though he were ready at any moment to swing the bat in his hands and drive the ball soaring away.

The surrounding commoners, however, felt a growing fondness for Helan Yao. Given the extent of the guard's atrocities, the prince and princess had still handled the matter strictly according to the law—truly benevolent souls. Yet, why was it always the princess doing the talking while the prince leaned against her looking utterly feeble?