Chapter 27: Ungrateful Wretch

Father Lin glanced at the engagement annulment statement and set it aside. In front of Xu Qinghuan, he made a phone call.

“Hello, is that Old Wu? I wouldn’t be calling you at this hour unless it were urgent. If you can handle it, why else would I come to you? What is it? Nothing major. A junior of mine wants to publish something in the newspaper. Do me a favor and have it printed first thing tomorrow morning. All right, I’ll bring it over now!”

With that, Father Lin rose and gently ruffled Xu Qinghuan’s hair.

The moment I stepped inside, I was stunned by what I saw. How could this room possibly have belonged to wartime? The interior was lavish beyond imagination. Even the banister of the staircase in the main hall was gold. The Dragonheart was no different—it too had been cast from gold.

Sun Fujian’s father knew that his son had once been something of a wastrel. But ever since he had sent him to Jiangzhou City to support a new agent, the boy had become far more sensible.

When people are under extreme tension, they become irritable, angry, and impulsive. The clacking of footsteps drew nearer and nearer, while I remained tightly tangled in electrical wires. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, but the chill only grew heavier. In the faint sliver of light at the end of the corridor, nothing could be seen.

Even the most absurd plot in a television drama wouldn’t dare go this far. Could someone really fall in love with another person at first sight?

“Fortunately, it’s nothing serious. All the spiritual energy in my body is simply gone.” Wenren Chu waved dismissively as she rose, appearing utterly calm.

Maya was no idiot, of course. She understood that treating one’s own life with contempt was indeed a grave sin.

“Ping’an, how about this? Let’s give it three months. That should be enough time. If it truly doesn’t work, we won’t stop you.” Wei Jianye spoke as he looked at Xu Ping’an. He had already made up his mind: he would return to the capital and seek the support of his former superior. He was prepared to risk everything.

Tian Xiaofen had come at the request of her mother—Tang Zhenhua’s maternal aunt—to help care for Tang Zhenhua’s parents.

Sitting across from them, Xingchen also released her mental power, immediately sensing everything that was happening outside.

Naturally, there were also a few people whose legs were slightly unsteady as they left. Their faces were twisted with fury, and they loathed the shameless sneak attacker with all their hearts.

At the thought that Sister Youling might come, an inexplicable warmth and nostalgia appeared in her eyes.

On Fang Yi’s side, many cultivators were engaged in battle. Compared with their opponents, they were hopelessly outnumbered. After all, the enemy came in an endless tide.

With a thunderous shout, Fu Xi lunged forward. At the same time, he suddenly spread both arms and swept his parallel fists through a half-circle, like an azure dragon surging from the sea, smashing straight toward Du Hua’s face.

In that instant, the heavenly prodigy’s expression changed drastically. He had sensed the terrifying aura erupting from Fang Yi.

“Please explain everything in detail, Alchemist Lu. The reward of top-grade spirit stones I mentioned earlier absolutely still stands!” Li Yanyan’s heart leaped with joy as she earnestly sought his guidance.

Qin Jie turned to the side and raised his head to gaze at the towering walls of Luoyang in the distance. After this departure, who knew how long it would be before he saw the walls of Luoyang again?

If every time a genius from some family died, they came here to make a commotion, how could the Divine City and the Death Domain continue to function?

The only sounds left in the classroom were swallowing and gulping. The scene was somewhat eerie.

Though there still wasn’t much of it that could be used, at least there was now an area as large as a fingernail.

Not long after he appeared in this region, more than a dozen people suddenly materialized beside him.

Qiulan still wanted to say something, but when she saw Madam Nian’s expression, she realized that the woman was displeased again.

The advantage in their lineup, together with their superior handling of team fights, gave SSR a slight edge, and the situation began tilting steadily in their favor.

He was far too close to the White Tiger. His legs trembled uncontrollably with fear. He wanted to run, but he did not dare, afraid that the slightest movement would draw the creature’s attention.