Chapter 60: The Date of the Two Ruan Sisters

Looking back and seeing Ruan Tang coming out, her eyes lit up, and she waved eagerly at Ruan Tang, calling out, "Ruan Tang!"
Having heard about it from Nie Rong, Ruan Tang frowned slightly upon seeing Mrs. Huo, but out of basic courtesy, she replied with a cold expression, "Mother."
She walked down the steps and stopped about five meters away from Mrs. Huo, her voice casual and indifferent, "If you have anything to say, just say it here."
Seeing this, Mrs. Huo was not angered. Instead, she asked tentatively, "Xiao Ruan, did you really ask Lin Hui to help you collect—"
"Father, is this the only road left blocked off?" At this moment, Louis asked his father, Anglo.
When dealing with someone driven to such desperate madness, it is virtually impossible to predict what they might do. There is only one thing you can be certain of: he no longer cares about his own life, so no matter what crazy act he commits, it should come as no surprise.
Meanwhile, the doctors, whose full attention had been focused on examining the infant, panicked when they witnessed the scene outside.
Although his wife had been somewhat dissatisfied with Changchi since his return—especially after Jingning's death, when she had even said in a fit of anger that she wanted to drive Gu Changchi out of the house—he believed she was utterly incapable of poisoning a stepson.
This sudden cry only caused his Adam's apple to bob, tightening the skin on his neck and driving the dagger in even deeper.
Ye Fenghui gently waved the fan in her hand, stirring the charcoal fire beneath the medicine cauldron to maintain just the right temperature.
Aside from the time she was abducted by Feng Yan, she had almost never seen any expression other than detachment on his face.
Relying on the memory of what she had seen with her divine sense that day, Zhiqian found the stone chamber where Yunwan lived. Sure enough, Yunwan was sitting beside the stone bed, and lying upon the stone bed was none other than Ziwu. He was still sleeping peacefully, seeming entirely unchanged.
If he truly was the God of the Underworld and possessed such a spiritual spring, could it be that he had known all about her from the very beginning?
The giant python in front of them collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash, its blue-and-black scaled body covered by a thin layer of frost that spread visibly to the naked eye. It was thoroughly dead.
Regarding the rate of return on investment, Wang Nuo held an approving attitude. With thirty million yuan and less than half a month remaining, Ye Yaohua considered achieving a profit of around three percentage points to be quite satisfactory.
"Grand Elder, I have fought against assassins many times, and have even faced those from the Netherworld Springs. I know very well how silent killing is carried out. This little bit of poison is completely useless against me!" Zi Yunyuan appeared neither humble nor arrogant, speaking as if he were merely stating a plain fact.
"Thank you, Tianlan. Next, I will let you know just how powerful your man is!" A fierce ambition flashed in Zi Yunyuan's eyes. After taking his first step, he paused for less than ten seconds before moving forward once more, leaving behind a lighthearted remark as he walked upward.
Not knowing how to respond, I fell silent and sat to the side, playing with my fingers. As I played, a wave of drowsiness washed over me, and I dozed off with my head resting on the edge of the bed.
Su Yu said nothing. Her face merely wore a faint smile—a look of cold, contemptuous amusement.
At the mere thought of Bai Yan, Hua Xuanji felt an itch of hatred so intense that she wished she could truly play the villain for once and strip him of his tendons and carve his bones. No, even stripping his tendons and carving his bones would degrade her own image and soil her hands.
At this point, stir-fry the green peppers for about two minutes, pour Shaoxing wine along the edge of the wok, toss a few more times, and then transfer everything to a casserole dish.
In terms of reaction speed, she was once capable of playing a tennis game against Yumiko Miura, who excelled in sports.
"Will he take action because of this incident? Or was this simply something Yan Linfang did on her own?" Wang Luo asked again.
"I am not a disciple of any orthodox major sect; I am Yi Yun from the top sixty-four," Yi Fan said calmly.
It seemed that every grim reaper could either choose or be assigned their own umbrella, and the design or color of each umbrella was entirely unique.