Chapter 30: Committing Mischief

Si Yao instinctively furrowed her brows, but before she could speak, the call was already cut off.

She opened her phone to check Xing Jue’s car location; the tracker showed it was parked in the family’s underground garage. Only then did she recall that her grandmother, determined to force him home, had severed all his financial resources, taken over Xing Jue’s own company with her people, and spread word throughout Chaoqing City’s circles that no one was to give Xing Jue any money—anyone who did would be challenging the Xing family itself.

Now Xing Jue was…

Even if Xiao Yan intervened, Yunshan was not one to be underestimated, and as for the rank of Dou Sect, with Yao Lao’s current condition, it was uncertain whether he could handle it.

It took about thirty minutes for Mu Chen to finally finish this inexplicable task, and then he lifted her up with his left arm.

But he was in despair. No matter how he beat his wings, his body remained motionless, as if locked in place by the intent of that fist, imprisoned in mid-air.

Seeing Bian Bufei’s fate, Wanwan instantly understood that Li Zhenwu was a formidable opponent, not inferior to her own master. She was now intent on retreat, and so she threatened Li Zhenwu.

“Speak, what do you want to talk about?” Deng Chao had resigned himself to fate—how was it that nothing went right today? If Ye Feng had truly missed him, and he believed it, that would be madness.

The attack was imminent, impossible to evade; Elsa watched helplessly as the Frostblade was launched.

“Master, you’d better tell him who’s coming to tonight’s show!” Deng Chao called out from the side.

“Alright, it’s settled then.” Receiving Shana’s affirmation, Orochimaru grinned darkly.

Old Ye no longer cared about propriety, slurping his porridge with gusto. When he finished, he closed his eyes, smacked his lips, savoring the taste for a long while.

Emperor Ye watched Xiao Yan’s progress because of Ye Qinxian; Emperor Yan wanted to see how Xiao Yan would improve.

The Li family understood perfectly well, but she knew that arguing in public brought no benefit, so she smiled it off, paid no mind.

He spoke nothing but the truth. For the companion birds, once one died, the other would not live alone. Now, he had lived enough.

She hadn’t yet released the frustration in her chest when suddenly, a loud laugh echoed behind her: “Good! Excellent! Truly wonderful! Is this your friend?” As he finished, he leaned forward, eager to see Lin Jing’s face.

“A spiritual weapon?” Fang Yan’s mind raced through several possibilities; then he bit his lip, neither dodging nor avoiding, facing it head-on.

Sun Jian paced anxiously. That Zheng fellow actually used a theft charge against his people—such ruthless tactics. Now, on the other’s turf, circumstances outweighed individuals. What could he possibly say?

Now, Su’s Simple Cuisine was earning a fortune domestically, far more than average. Su Ruotong worked so hard, Su Changqing simply couldn’t accept it.

Zheng Feng: What the hell—Cao Cao has five hundred thousand, Yuan Shu has five hundred thousand, Yuan Shao and Sun Jian each have about two hundred thousand—nearly one and a half million elite troops. How is this even playable?

This guy—damn, is he here to fight monsters or to go sightseeing? He’s just like that old East Emperor Taiyi, useless at critical moments, but always spouting philosophy the rest of the time.

Later, I leaned against the wall, dazed, hearing someone call my name. I shook my head, and the person called again.

She had tried so hard to accept Ye Chen, to live with him, had even given her whole heart to this man.

Luke was thoroughly enraged, determined to use every skill at his disposal to grind Ouyang Fan, who had spoiled his plans, to dust.

Lucifer rolled lazily on the ground, dodging the blood-red beam, and simultaneously entered stealth, causing his figure to vanish across the wilderness.

This “deliberate act” was the clue the person involved gave us, and this golden needle was most likely the evidence they provided—or at least something related to the evidence.