Chapter 20

Deep in the prison cell today, Song Biyao knew that this matter would not end well. Ever since their failed scheme against Zhuo Yitian, their plans had been plagued by misfortune and repeated setbacks.

"We shall know by tomorrow. Aunt Yu will introduce me to them, and I suspect they will be supporters of yours," said Xiao Yimo.

"Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Demon-Subduing Slash!" Seeing this, Su Qingqing instantly summoned her White Jade Lotus Platform.

"..." Nalan Feier’s face burned as if she had been slapped; she bit her lip so hard it bled, trembling with rage.

After these years of recuperation, Xiao Yiyi’s health had improved significantly. After this recent period of treatment, it was supposedly time to stop, provided she continued with medicinal diets for daily maintenance.

Their squabbling caused some of the maidservants to cover their mouths and giggle; the two of them sounded far too childish.

One must realize that if the "Night Bewilderment" left no trace, the victim would show no abnormality once the effects wore off. Afterward, no matter what she said, no one would believe her.

The eldest legitimate son of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites—a title that sounded prestigious, yet his biological mother had passed away five years prior. The household had elevated a concubine to the status of legal wife, who then bore two more sons, further cementing her position.

Ye Wushuang glanced over; the figure was scantily clad and slender, clearly a man.

The feeling of having a soul without a body was agonizing. He had endured it for too many years and did not want to continue this way.

Gin’s sniper scope shattered, and a bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a gruesome bloody trail on his fair, smooth skin.

Always restless, Fu Yuchen, having reached an agreement with Jiang Chenye, kept a close watch on her as she recovered at home for a week, leaving Jiang Yanxi feeling as if she were growing moss.

"I can read fortunes," Shinshu smiled. Without another word, he walked straight toward the Suzuki Museum.

He had broken into the top one hundred ranking less than a semester after enrolling; it was said he now possessed the strength to challenge those around the sixtieth position.

However, the crowds outside were even more frenzied; this spectacle was even more exaggerated than the previous celebrations.

Being unprepared for these accidents had cost Shinshu dearly. When he escaped by motorboat, he was in a wretched state, suffering not only from a gunshot wound to his shoulder but also from numerous scrapes and burns.

Anuo had originally intended to recite the full names of his techniques and artifacts—a string of seventeen characters in total—before making his move.

She swallowed with some unease; the man was so handsome that she feared she might lose control.

"I ought to know how well it works... Exaggerating the therapeutic effects to deceive people, that’s never a good thing, is it?"

After the autumn sowing, the weather gradually turned cool and the weeds were no longer as lush, making life on the farms relatively easier during this period.

It was not that Yan Youran hadn’t considered that there might be an agreement between Song Ximing and Gu Meng, nor had she failed to doubt Song Yuchen’s identity. Yet, she could find no breakthrough, and Guan Chenji showed no reaction whatsoever to Song Yuchen.

"Hey, hey, hey... Leone, are you implying...?!" Lubbock, the first to react, exclaimed dramatically.

"Mom, is Nianxin doing well today? If you two are too tired, I’ll have the main house send over some servants," Guan Chenji said, setting Guan Nianxin down and changing the subject.

"It really is you?" Guo Dingxiao froze. He suddenly turned to look at the young man standing calmly with his arms crossed. The youth’s vaguely familiar silhouette sent a shock through Guo Dingxiao’s heart, and an unexpected thought suddenly surged within him.

Li Wuxin’s face instantly turned as red as a peach. She glared at Ling Jing, then suddenly stood on her tiptoes and bit down hard on his left shoulder.

Moreover, given the current trunk of the Green-Toothed Wood, it was easy to reach the stone wall beneath the glass cabinet. Meanwhile, the battle between the Sea-Abundance Demon King and the Eight-Armed Heaven-Reaching General remained shrouded in a thick, emerald glow.

Zhao Fuxin spoke, handing the prepared silver to the village chief. The village chief looked around, and only after ensuring no one was watching did he take the money.

Wait, is this guy really the cold-blooded, wise, and mighty Regent?

The ability to withstand the power of the Dark Elf King and hold contracts with multiple spirits was something every cultist dreamed of.

The village chief led them to a side room. It looked as though it hadn’t been lived in for a while, but it was passable after a quick tidying. Zhao Fuxin piled some stones outside the village chief’s door and, upon returning to inform the chief that another person would be staying, the chief didn't say a word. It seemed that once the silver was accepted, he truly didn't care about the details.

The unexpected water jet struck the camera directly; to the audience, it felt as if they had been sprayed in the face.

"Shishi, are you alright?" Aunt Wu, seeing Li Shishi fall, was terrified and rushed over to check on her.

Yet, everyone’s attention was focused on Guan Yu’s sense of loyalty; it seemed no one had ever paid attention to his martial arts.

"Ten cents each," the stall owner glanced at Zhang Peng, then ignored him and returned to his work.

Lu Fan did not act immediately; after all, there were too many civilians here, and furthermore, Shen Banxia and Ruoruo were both present. If a real fight broke out, it would be easy for them to suffer collateral damage.

Lang Fanyun channeled his internal energy to force the medicinal liquid out of his body before dropping into the cold river, calmly catching the four crossbow bolts fired at him.

Bai Muxue’s expression changed, and she hurriedly flashed behind Zhao Ruyan, pressing her palms against the other woman’s back.

Madam Zhang studied Lian Man'er for a moment. Though not particularly shrewd, she vaguely guessed something from Lian Man'er’s attitude at that moment.

But there was no time left for Yan Feng to be surprised; the shifty-eyed twins charged at him, four blades descending simultaneously.

Zhou Hui, sitting next to Qin Chuan, looked at his profile. She suddenly felt that the manager had such a fiery temper to dare to go head-to-head with the other party.

You try scolding her, but she’s already pathetic enough, and if you use violent discipline and it backfires, it’ll be even more troublesome. But if you try to speak reasonably, the unfortunate child acts as if she can’t hear a word, answering everything with "I didn't," like she’s possessed. How is she supposed to resolve her inner conflict in this state?