Chapter Fifty-Six: I Have Come to Buy the Lin Family Estate

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Even the schools were the same, but compared to the photos taken earlier, Xu Xiuxiu was now much slimmer, with a faint trace of charm. With such a huge scandal, Senior Brother Yin might be involved, but this was definitely not Senior Brother Weng’s nature. The only explanation for his allowing Senior Brother Yin to act this way was that it was intentional.

In the past, since they were senior and junior brothers, your matters were mine; even if trouble arose, we faced it together. But now it was different—they were leaders of two different sects, representing their respective factions, and could not act at will.

“How was it? Did you have fun?” Ji Ruhua hurried over as she saw the children return.

Any astute observer could tell that Situ Xuanlang’s words were not sincere, but Luo Feiyan was deeply engrossed in the moment, her tears falling like a string of broken pearls.

“Miao Miao, I’m not a bad person, okay?” Di Yunjin looked at Tang Miao Miao with a face full of grievance, defending himself.

Daidai said, in the world of martial arts, one must put on airs when necessary; pretending isn’t shameful—it is an art! Just don’t reveal your true self or slip up.

Upon exiting the vehicle, Tang Miao Miao did not enter immediately but waited outside until Meng Yihan parked the car and approached.

[Close Friend] Tang Yuan Gongzi: Remember when you sent me off to Shengjing that day, I promised to write songs for you and the great elder brother-in-law, right?

It turns out the so-called Level Five, inaccessible to ordinary humans, is only achievable by super beings. Only then did we understand the true strength of super beings.

Liu Kaishan arrived and grabbed Liu Mang’s wrist. He injected a trace of true energy into him but found no change in his son’s cultivation level. Born with malformed meridians, it would be difficult to smooth them. However, he took solace in the fact that a seed of primordial energy had appeared in his son’s dantian.

“Nonsense, it’s all in the clan records! If the clan records were all false, then there really would be no way to explain it.” Long Yizhe leisurely fiddled with his snuffbox, looking utterly satisfied.

As soon as Aunt Caiyun’s husband stepped outside, he bent down to pick up the butcher’s knife and stormed angrily toward the former village committee, now the security team’s ancestral hall.

“What a luxurious magical artifact!” Shen Yu murmured in admiration; she truly needed to find a way to earn spirit stones.

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But Feibang didn’t curse him outright like I did; instead, he stood and went to the locker, took a safety pin from his jacket pocket, and flashed it at the supervisor. After that, the supervisor never used that tone with Feibang again.

“Want to know who I am? Then follow me!” The newcomer suddenly chuckled, and with a flash, floated lightly out the door.

At this hour, going out was a hassle; the car crawled along the road slower than a turtle. But Wu Xiao was not in a hurry; he had no urgent matters and could afford to arrive late in the county town, where Liu Shan could cook for him.

“I want to ask the chairman, are you not planning to incorporate those lychees and bayberries into the company?” The elderly man said this while smacking his lips.

At that moment, her gaze no longer shied away from shyness but listened intently to his oath. When his contract was established, she withdrew his finger stroking her lips and said clearly and resolutely, “My heart mirrors yours, heart to heart.”

With a single slash at the waist, it vanished instantly. Fortunately, there was no bloody scene; otherwise, watching oneself be cut in half for so long might have left some psychological scars.

He released all six spirits in one breath, and only then did the man gradually calm the panic in his heart.

He never approached the policies of Yan State toward the Southern Kingdom with a proper mindset; even Quan Jinjing looked at them with hatred.

After a night of turmoil, he woke late the next morning, missing several calls.

Glancing at the old man who seemed to be flattering, he spoke wisely: one must not let the Golden Silkworm Gu affect him; the mission must come first. A few days would pass quickly… Le Xi put away her smile, her expression turning cold and sharp, perfectly matching the snowy mountain before her.

“You—” Lairen shook his head in distress and opened his mouth again, perfectly embodying the phrase “still shaken.”

The floor was high; going downstairs would take some time. Lin Yannán struggled and shouted, “Let me go! Let me go!” But she could not resist those burly men. Her feet were tightly bound, making escape impossible, and her mouth was sealed with tape, allowing only muffled sobs.

This was a tour guide who, during a trip, forced tourists to shop and ended up in a fight with them.

Yan Shao threw punch after punch, each causing the air to tremble. The green giant was struck into midair, hardly able to retaliate.

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Today, admission to Ginkgo Lake was discounted, and there would be a fireworks display at midnight. Actually, he should have come last night to ring in the new year, but staying at Qin Yiyi’s place and the tiring travel kept him away.

The manager shouted loudly, but he strained his throat in vain, unable to produce any sound. The room grew colder and colder; he felt as if his blood circulation was about to stop.

Feng Ruoxi widened her eyes in terror, staring at the bloodthirsty open jaws right before her—a shining black panther.

He could not dictate our fate; it seemed the few of us could only continue. There was no way back long ago.

Bai Ruoyi followed Gu Chenze to meet the staff. After a brief introduction, Gu Chenze busied himself.

Suddenly, several bright rainbows streaked across the sky. Because Tang Qing and Chen Yingxue suppressed their aura to the utmost, they went unnoticed.

They seemed about to enter, so I quickly checked. Fortunately, there was an exit behind the stage here. The few of us quickly slipped away in perfect synchrony, soon leaving them far behind.

“This is way too much, isn’t it?” Feng Ruoxi looked at the round table, which was piled high with food; there was barely room for another dish.

Of course, that voice only flashed briefly in Bai Lei’s mind. Although he harbored doubts, he did not voice them. After all, he could not keep undermining Ruoshui’s confidence, right?

This was also what Concubine Wen was proud of: among several princes, only her two sons were granted kingship. A queen consort and a princess consort—there was a vast difference indeed.