Chapter 65: You're a Man, Aren't You?

Cao Mang had never intended to develop any deep involvement with Duan Xiaoshu. He had little interest in willful heiresses; taking her primal yin was enough for him. His household lacked nothing in daily necessities, and too many women would only be a nuisance—he’d learned that lesson well enough from the matter with Gu Wuxia.

Duan Xiaoshu, clenching her teeth in frustration, picked up her phone to send him Master Suyun’s number, only to realize she didn’t have his contact information either. In annoyance, she gave him a kick.

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The heat of midsummer weighed heavily, the air inside the windowless room thick and stifling after so long enclosed. She pressed her mouth and nose even tighter, summoning all her strength as each step felt like treading on clouds. As she drew near and glanced inside, she couldn’t help but retch.

“Zhan Yan, with your rare beauty and grace, why not find a loving man who cherishes you? Why are you drawn to a wooden man like Liu Ruyu?” Ling Xiao’s eyes, always sparkling with mischief, blinked incessantly as he spoke with a half-smile.

“What does ‘it’s fine’ even mean as an answer? Does it imply you handled it effortlessly, while I struggled and failed in comparison?”

Just as he finally began to relax, he suddenly jerked his head up to peer into the depths of the crack ahead.

Thus, early the next morning, after his workout, Zheng Jianguo forwent his usual suit and tie. With Gordon’s assistance, he donned a Zhongshan suit instead, and rather than slicking his hair back into its customary style, he parted it to the side.

Zhou Haohao and Tang Wu spent a few days at home before accompanying Tang Wu to the countryside, where they visited Old Zhao and the rest, making sure to meet all of Tang Wu’s relatives.

Originally, I intended to send you to Xuanfu Town, where you’d have some familiar faces around. But since this is meant as a trial, being with acquaintances would only hold you back.

At that moment, Yu Hong recalled the JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure poster that came as a bonus with the latest issue of Mystic Mirror. He pulled it out for another look.

Yun Sheng, however, said nothing. Hemmed in by persistent reporters, he deftly shifted the topic.

No one knew how much time had passed before Mo Mo slowly opened her eyes. The glaring sunlight made her feel distinctly uncomfortable.

Xia Xue, still dazed after spending half a day in the black hole, kept her hand on her stomach, unable to believe she was actually pregnant.

Only after Hua Qingtong and her two companions had cleansed the entire Da Xuan of all the blood corpses did they set out in pursuit of Hua Zichen and the others.

She lifted her head to glance at the sky, finding the sun painfully bright. Suddenly, her vision blurred and she lost consciousness.

Lingjiu thought it odd—wasn’t this girl always eager to walk in front? Why was she lingering at the back this time?

Tang Yu cast a longing glance at Qiao Xia’s alluring figure, unwilling to let the opportunity slip, though the daylight made it impossible.

Heaven knows, Pan Yin had no inkling of Wang Mudan’s terrifying nature; if he ever crossed paths with her, he’d likely be smitten as well.

“That’s impossible. You must have cheated,” Lei Hu exclaimed. Mo Mo simply shrugged, her expression giving nothing away.

Wu Yuan, still concerned for Hua Shan, had not wanted to trouble her parents, but a remark from Huamei reminded her of Liu Xiahui’s true intent. If that shifty-eyed man had sneaked into Wu Jing’s room instead, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

“It’s fine, as long as there’s no evidence of you hitting anyone on the spot. If I say you didn’t do it, no one will believe otherwise,” Ye Kaicheng said with a reassuring smile.

In their research on souls, the Japanese gradually uncovered the secret of the world of the dead—the final dwelling place of souls. Through formidable scientific power, they managed to open the boundary between the worlds of yin and yang, prying open that window.

From beginning to end, Wang Cheng could feel the terrifying force emanating from the edge of the sky. Only after a long while did he take a deep breath.

Yang Feng himself was formidable, having recently defeated Beigong Han, head of the Beigong clan.

Upon hearing Wang Cheng’s forthright mention of the Lü family upheaval, the self-satisfied expressions on Lü Chunqiu and Lü Taiyin’s faces vanished instantly.

Liu Yang left his computer desk and paced the room with his hands behind his back, then did something truly odd—he lay down on Li Damin’s bed.