Chapter 110: The Needless Clamor

Si Yao poured him a cup of milk.
It was not hot, just warm.
Yet, it stung deeply.
Xing Jue smiled with a face full of milk and said, "Just kidding."
Si Yao lowered her head and continued eating; after a while, she lifted her eyelids to glance at Xing Jue opposite her.
Xing Jue didn’t go to wash up but pulled out tissues one by one to wipe his face.
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It was only later that they realized that Young Master Chen had probably seen her answers, which is how he knew about these matters.
Usually, everything would turn black before their eyes, but this time, You Renwen saw white—the white ceiling above him.
Having understood this, Zhu could step back half a pace, clasp his fists toward Zhu Di and say, “Your Highness, rest assured. I will guard this place well and not allow anyone to take advantage.”
At least, Xu Jingzong now walked with head held high and chest out; those unaware might think he was heading to the execution grounds.

You Renwen was indeed overwhelmed, his back pain unbearable, and his heart gripped by a panic so fierce he feared this time he would not be as lucky as before.
Zhao Yan approached the leader and said, “Hey, how about a deal? Hand over what I want, and I’ll spare your life.” His tone was conciliatory, as if he had nothing to do with the burning of those people just moments ago.
This was the only source of income for their family of four under the city’s lockdown and traffic control—selling the wife’s body.
Today, he had received an invitation from a newly risen mafia boss to join an unlimited-stakes Texas Hold’em poker game.
Ling Yinyun steeled his heart, leapt down from his horse, patted the rump of his steed, Absolute Shadow, urging it to retreat in the opposite direction. Seeing Ling Yinyun dismount, the crowd surged forward, brandishing long spears, leaving him struggling to fend them off.
The thought that he might now be alone in a deserted forest with a murderer sent a chill through Xu Weiqiu’s heart; memories of several chilling horror films he had watched involuntarily flooded his mind.
She noticed Sun Jiayang seemingly shook his head at her—though the movement was so slight it was almost imperceptible—but she was certain he had indeed done so.
Smelling the sharp, tangy scent of tomatoes, Tang Yimo immediately swallowed hard.
One must understand, that was a monster even Confucianism feared—a unique abnormal transformation whose danger and madness surpassed those eerie ghost-like entities.
After all, Lu Chen was the Zhao family master’s execution target, and the Purple Sun Sword he wielded must belong to the Zhao family master.
He was desperate to know how Chen Chuan had grown into his current self in just a few short months. It was beyond anything he had expected.

At this moment, Chen Chuan was unaware that his hurried departure had been misunderstood by Song Jiaying, who had accused him of skipping out on a bill. He arrived at Lanlin County’s agricultural market to select seeds and seedlings for new crops.
Right now, the most important task was to ascertain the identities of Chen Chuan and his companions, especially those like Nan Honglie. Where exactly had Chen Chuan recruited such formidable subordinates?
Though she turned aside to dodge Feng Ye’s attack on her neck, her left side fell into Feng Ye’s grasp.
Shen Xingyi listened in a daze; when he realized what was happening, he immediately kowtowed deeply to the head of the Ning family. He was about to kowtow again, but the Ning family head used spiritual power to lift him, sighing softly.
They were not sent by Qin Ruoxue as initially thought. They had assumed Qin Ruoxue’s side had long been dealt with by their boss, and the same applied to Chen Chuan’s faction.
Therefore, officials and celebrities were alike—maintaining a certain level of visibility before their superiors was very important. Only then would the leaders remember them when there was work to be done or good news to share.
The next moment, the voice suddenly soared to an unbearable pitch, sounding even more agonizing than the screams of a pig being slaughtered. Indeed, Hu Gao let out a heartrending cry.