Chapter 91: Endurance

It still has to be more or less equal to what was given.

Si Yao sat by the bed, holding a big bowl and eating bite by bite.

Xing Jue crouched beside the bed, resting his chin in his hand as he smiled. “Is it good?”

Not good.

The egg was scorched black, and still raw inside, with bits of hard shell mixed in.

The tomato pieces were too large, the noodles too many, all clumped together...

But reality was crueler. In order to survive, there had been no chance to seek out some hidden master, and before he knew it, he had drifted along until he was this age.

Why had the others in the neighboring room not heard the times he had deliberately raised his voice just now?

Could it be that this painting was warning him that the soul in this body had not truly disappeared? Could it be that, at some unknown moment, that soul would appear again, fight him, and seize the body?

“Your Majesty praises me too highly; this is but my duty as a subject.” Zhang Feng laughed inwardly while maintaining a solemn expression on the surface. He glanced at the Iron Mask in seeming casualness, only to find that the other man’s perpetually expressionless face had now shown a faint, cold smile. An uneasy feeling rose in his heart.

“So something this serious happened!” Nie Wei truly could not connect the gentle matter of the jump with Teacher Qiu.

“All right, Second Uncle, you must be worn out these past few days too. I’m heading home early to rest. In this stifling heat, do they even let a person live?” Chen Zui waved a hand and strolled off on his own.

Chen Zui and Binzi exchanged a look. It seemed that Sister Yan had not lied; it matched the writing on the lighter exactly.

The scene I had seen this morning flashed quickly through my mind, and I said calmly, “Brother Yu, please don’t come looking for me again in the future.”

Let us part ways like this.

Chen Zui ate two full boxes of rice in silence before finally setting down his chopsticks with satisfaction. He grabbed the drink bottle, took several gulps of icy Sprite, and let out a contented belch.

Before even the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, a squad of people came rushing down from the mountain path, thirty or so in all. At their head was an elderly man around fifty years old, dressed in light gray clothes, empty-handed and without a weapon, hurrying down from the mountain with the others.

Qing Nian had already anticipated this result, but when Ye Lingxuan truly did it, he was still shaken.

“In truth, we have always been playing with fire, and playing very big indeed. Don’t you think so?” Ma Xuan revealed a wicked smile. Ever since his sister, Ma Rong, had begun dealing with the Bei family, the siblings had effectively been playing with fire. Of everything that had happened in the Bei family, which matter had not involved them? Playing with fire? They had been at it for a long time already.

Liu Feng’s dark voice came through. “Are you questioning my credibility, Wolf King Charvik?” At this moment, Liu Feng displayed an unprecedented hardness. Even Jonas showed an expression of surprise. He had never seen such a terrifying look in Liu Feng’s eyes; it was the look of someone truly about to kill.

After a day of frantic shopping, Alice still seemed extremely excited. After all, all she had to do was choose; as for how to transport everything back after buying it, or where to put it, she did not need to worry about that at all.

The black sword qi attacked more and more furiously. The outer layer of the blue bird shield had already begun to shatter. Cold sweat poured down the Grand Elder’s forehead; it seemed that the power guarding the outermost layer was centered on him. He bore the brunt of the attacks, and naturally he was the most strained.

“You’re sure you won’t step aside?” Young Master Fang asked, his tone ice-cold. One had to admit, the way he looked now carried a few traces of authority.

“Business is unbelievably good. The customers keep coming, and during peak hours the queue can stretch to several hundred numbers.” Yang Manshi said, blinking.

“But I don’t understand. Since you were so eager to have me win him over, why did you insist on framing him?” Zhao Songning still looked somewhat irritated.

This was an answer given without the slightest hesitation. It seemed that General Mo truly had not mixed any private feelings into this. But what was going on with Mo Liuxia?