Chapter 112: Granting You New Life
Wu Sinian’s words awakened Wu Qianqian. She had never known how to repay Cao Mang, but if she gained the status of Lady Long, things would be different. Even if she had to endure some hardship, it would be worth it.
She nodded firmly. “I’ll do as you say!”
Cao Mang smiled with satisfaction. “Don’t rush to agree. Think it over carefully. It’s getting late; I have to go back now.”
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Once you enter the entertainment circle, you must understand that not every artist can make a decent living. Only a select few can rise to the top tier. But everyone wants to join for that very reason—there’s no need to say more.
Hei Wuchang was furious, wanting to speak, but his thirst was so severe that he couldn’t utter a single word.
The door opened and closed, the patch of outdoor light at the threshold sealed tightly, and darkness returned to the room, save for the faint aroma of sleeping incense lingering on the table.
After handling some official matters at the General’s residence, Li Xiang had no intention of leaving. Instead, he dragged Su Dingfang to his restaurant to drink and savor the bustling life of Chang’an.
Although Hong Fei was a scoundrel, he was, after all, a disciple of the Black Dragon King. In the harbor city, the Black Dragon King held great prestige. Though he was dead, his faction remained widespread there. Anyone who dared to harm Hong Fei would face fierce resistance. People there might even die to protect him.
On these recent visits, Gu Hecheng clearly felt that Elder Feng’s attitude was becoming more apparent. It was a promising start, and he intended to persevere.
Moreover, the Wei kingdom had executed the entire Xia family except for Xia Ban’er, the lone warrior, whose presence could suppress the battlefield’s ferocity.
Only after the carriage had disappeared from her sight did she truly relax and slowly turn around.
Li Xiang’s army had suffered losses in battle, but never so great. If this time the losses were too heavy, it would have a profound impact on the entire force. Everyone now harbored an unshakable belief in victory and could not accept heavy casualties. It was hard to say whether this was good or bad.
Unexpectedly, in the next moment, an enlarged smiling face suddenly appeared before her. The bright eyes were less than two inches from hers, staring intently.
The hoarse voice carried an indescribable feeling, with an ambiguous tone at the end that made her heart involuntarily panic.
Shen You sat in the carriage, flanked on the left by the pretty maid Qu Qi, and on the right by a stern old nanny. Another stern old nanny sat up front.
After asking the question, she finally lifted her head. At first glance, she didn’t notice, but on the second look, she was stunned.
Su Qingyuan had once been playful. But now, she often smiled only to drift off into a daze, with no one knowing where her thoughts wandered.
The old smoker waved his hand, uncertain if he stayed out of a sense of justice or for some other reason.
How could such a thing exist in this world—someone whose mind was clearly broken but who still stubbornly argued?
In this apocalyptic era, so many incredible events had emerged in such a short time.
Yet the more so, the more Sheng Xiao planned to arrive late. That way, wouldn’t all eyes at the scene be fixed on him?
However, as Tang Yan left, the two heard the new forensic doctor hiding in the lounge, talking on the phone with his uncle.
The Watchful Ice Sword began absorbing the other nearby Ice Swords into its body, growing exponentially in size.
Surrounded by greenery, Han Yang suppressed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and raised his right hand to offer some food to Shen Linxian.
Judging from the sound, the explosion occurred in the East District, near the breach. Considering the incidents earlier in the South District during the day, everyone worried that the folk groups in the East District, unable to bear the manipulation, might be planning to blow open the city walls and abandon Spring City.