Aunt Hua Kidnapped

"Since they have just released it, I will utterly ruin her reputation and ensure that her Sichen Embroidery Workshop never sees the light of day again." Ning Muhua said through gritted teeth, her expression fiercely sinister, turning to her assistant standing beside her.

"However, Master Zhang Baihe has already communicated with Miss Siyun. I suppose Miss Siyun might already have some awareness of the situation. Originally, your intention was to use this opportunity to turn the Sichen Embroidery Workshop's upcoming exhibition into a joke and teach Miss Siyun a lesson. But if she already knows that the 'White Crane Painting' in her possession is a fake, the damage we can inflict on her will likely be significantly reduced."

The assistant analyzed, causing the corners of Ning Muhua's eyes to twitch slightly.

"Coordinate with all the official state media in the country..."

Wu Zhuer did not expect Man Yue to ask so directly. Gazing into her clear and bright eyes, she had no heart to deceive her.

Qin Xiang lowered her voice for the final sentence, which Mother Qin failed to catch clearly, though she understood well enough that the money was gone.

Yet, witnessing Zhao Xiankun's performance, he too felt driven to take a gamble. The battle between the spear and the shield was something he wanted to test for himself.

The so-called plague was not actually a severe illness, but it was highly contagious. Last night, Shunzi finally could no longer hold on and collapsed, his forehead burning frighteningly—he had clearly contracted the plague.

Xu Ziqing took several gulps of water before managing to murmur a thank you. Afterward, as she turned her head, her face inexplicably flushed red. If Shen Yunyang's actions during the day had merely been clingy, tonight he was a thorough, irresistible sweetheart.

The clash between the two captains could only be described as brilliant and thrilling; it was evident that both of their combat powers far exceeded those of the other members in their respective teams.

Liu Qingmei shook her head, saying nothing more as her gaze shifted toward the kitchen, intensely curious about what might transpire between the two men currently inside.

Wu Zhuer got up to close the bedroom door, listened for any movement in the courtyard, and finding everything peacefully quiet, she too went to bed with a settled mind.

Meng Yunyi returned to the Prince Zhennan's Mansion at midnight. Mu Chongshan had been waiting anxiously for so long that he had already ordered people to search everywhere for her.

"So you're saying it's impossible for me to gather them all together and wipe them out in one go?" Ye Fan asked with a cold sneer.

"According to an investigation by the Huacheng Public Security Bureau, the recent ranking manipulation and internet troll incidents were all instigated by a certain individual surnamed Shi. Currently, the suspect Shi has been taken into police custody for intensive interrogation, and the truth of the matter has come to light."

"I'm not sure about that, anyway I can't sense their strength," Yansong shook his knowledge-deficient head. Since he truly could not perceive the strength of these Martial Kings, he only dared to lurk in the water, relying on his unique abilities to track the auras of Deng Lanyue and Zhou Ling.

In this world, a mother's greatest blessing is to find honor through her son. Shen Rui's filial piety meant that Madam Sun's efforts in raising him had not been in vain.

All the esper present held their breath, waiting for Leibo's response. Today's events had been far too convoluted, and they all longed to know the truth of what had happened, and whose words were to be believed.

"Besides, given my current state, if I were to go out traveling, I reckon I would be surrounded and beaten to death before even leaving this ocean," the Dead Spirit joked.

However, just as Captain Yang opened the door to throw out the trash, the cunning Young Master Heng slipped out of his own car and casually crawled into the police car, slouching low into the front passenger seat with his hands feigning a clutch at his stomach.

With his authorization level insufficient, Meng Qi could do nothing. He had no desire to force his way through; doing so would bring him far more disadvantages than benefits in concealing his true situation.

Although Vlad still maintained a welcoming appearance and a relatively cordial attitude after Leichen entered, the wariness and contempt hidden within his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

People are naturally inclined to follow the crowd. With no one stepping forward to take the lead, no matter how profound their grievances were, these corvée laborers dared not make any rash moves.

As for Yu Yunyao, her strength turned out to be considerably superior to Yu Yunting's, reaching the consummation of the second transformation of the Dragon Realm.

Perhaps due to drinking too much tea earlier that day at the Lanhong Tower, Cao Ran, who usually never needed to get up at night, found herself unable to hold it. As she walked comfortably back to her bedroom after visiting the latrine, she suddenly heard voices speaking just outside the moon gate behind her.

Fortunately, the bedroom was fully equipped with everything needed. Having tumbled about all day, the sight of a soft bed genuinely invited drowsiness; after a simple tidy-up, she climbed into bed to sleep.

Surrounded by utter darkness, Shen Feng felt as weak as someone just waking from a deep slumber. He drifted aimlessly through the dark expanse, finding no reference points by which to determine direction.

Dugu Xin let out a sharp shout, beginning to direct the recovered soldiers in preparing to defend the city. A massive quantity of rolling logs and boulders was carried up to the city walls by temporarily organized citizens.

Yet the one who died this time was the head of the logistics department—the universally familiar grand steward of the "Hidden Dragon Abyss"—Niu Zhanxiong, whose strength was ordinary but whose position undoubtedly belonged to the leadership tier.

Fine! What on earth was all this? If this Orc God harbored a deep-seated grudge against the Dragon Realm, so be it, but what was the legendary God Odin doing here in the middle of it?

He also wanted to find something to do. Though he felt much more at ease after Jiang Weiming woke up and stopped dwelling on inappropriate, chaotic nonsense, sitting foolishly in the hospital room still felt rather peculiar.

Before Zhang Ruochen's eyes could even register the movement, the Blood Moon Ghost King and Master Xishu had already exchanged a blow.

Fighting against Ling Feiyang, the infamous super good-for-nothing of the Ling family for nearly a decade, he had actually lost. If he wasn't the good-for-nothing, who was?

However, what followed next was horrifying enough to haunt Xiantao for the rest of her life. When that group heard that Old Hou had passed away, they adamantly refused to believe it. With no other option, Xiantao had no choice but to lead them to Old Hou's grave.

Ye Kai gripped Bai Minghu by the neck, hoisted him into the air, and tossed him aside casually—as if the person in his grasp was not one of the majestic Five Tiger Gods, but merely a piece of unwanted trash.

The immortal cultivation scripture had originally been created by an Eight-Calamity Divine-Stalwart Supreme of Qingxia, who had once followed Emperor Kangqian in battles across the realm. Had his lifespan not been nearly exhausted, he might well have ascended to the Nine-Calamity Divine-Stalwart realm through this very method.

Ye Kai's hair grew longer in tandem, dyed a vivid, bloody crimson that fluttered in the wind. His pitch-black, fathomless eyes seemed entirely devoid of emotion. Two emotionless beings—now gazing at each other. Make no mistake, they were not engaging in any romance, but rather fighting a duel to the death.

"Ziyuan New City, not far from the city gymnasium. I've been here before," Su悦 pointed at a road sign almost entirely covered by plant foliage and vines.

The Heaven-Slaying Black Spear rattled sharply, on the verge of being forced out of the dazzling fiend-beast's body by the rampaging laws within, leaving the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow with no choice but to drain the last dregs of mana from its dantian to forcibly suppress the beast's violent, gargantuan form.

Clearly, this was the entity responsible for that earth-shattering main cannon blast that had instantly vaporized the outer-scene warship.

Over the years, he had grown utterly disgusted with certain practices of the Eternal Heavenly Kingdom and the Xianyuan family. Alas, lacking sufficient cultivation to effect any change, he could only follow the example of Xuan Yuanlian, fleeing far away to the Terrene Wasteland universe, dividing his time between collecting fragments of the seventy-two-layered pagoda and waiting for the Sea of Fire to dissipate.

"What is it?" Du Meng asked in bewilderment. While he fancied himself a match for the Five Immortal Families, at least they included his Uncle Liu among their ranks; yet looking at Fourth Master Liu right now, the man's expression flickered with uncertainty, looking exceptionally grim.