Chapter Thirty-Four: The Trick of Playing Hard to Get

The instant the video ended, Luo Yunmian lightly tapped the screen with her slender finger, and a photograph of the bank transfer suddenly appeared before Fu Ting深.

The latter was utterly incredulous, his earlier arrogance gone as well, his mouth hanging slightly open.

“Xin’er, the one million you asked me to transfer a few days ago was actually used to bribe someone and frame Yunmian?”

Shen Xin’er’s heart sank. Instinctively, she reached out and gripped Fu Ting深’s arm tightly, panic filling her eyes.

“Ting深, it isn’t—”

Sure enough, Jiu’er clasped his fists toward Ah Ying. Wiping away his sweat, Ah Ying lowered himself apologetically and returned to his seat. Then, shaking his head, he began saying something to Jimo Yun.

“That fellow… I wonder where he is now.” Bai Liyan had no choice but to ride around the four gates of the imperial palace in circles.

“Well… not exactly, but judging from how mysterious Ye Yu was acting, it must have been a portrait.” Tuanzi patted his chest in assurance.

Before long, He Yu’s high fever subsided, and vitality returned to his face. Even so, he still resisted the thought of letting Ye Mei see him in such a state.

A matron outside answered and entered. Working together, several people lifted Cao Xin onto the bed. Beneath her was already a large pool of murky blood.

I know some of the relatives and friends who associate closely with the Zhou family. But the Zhou family is, after all, the leading clan among the great houses, and countless people want to curry favor with them. With so many of them, it is impossible for me to know every one.

When Li Yan heard that Sun Feng truly intended to break up with her, she froze on the spot. Then she rushed before Sun Feng and Jiang Ning, pointed at Jiang Ning, and demanded of Sun Feng,

With the first layer of the effect stacked, Jiang Yun now possessed a thirty percent increase in physical attack power.

By then, the group had found the inn marked on the map.

“We have arrived. Please, Xie Lang.”

Wuyuehen made an inviting gesture. Xie Qingge, however, was not one for unnecessary formality and walked straight into the inn.

And that was certainly not how someone should behave when even his parents had spent their lives following Mr. Fell.

From another perspective, there was nothing wrong with their desire to obtain greater power and protect their tribes from extinction. However, this diverged from Zhu Qizhen’s grand design: to divide the great grasslands, ensure that they would never again know peace, and prevent any powerful individual or dominant faction from emerging.

With a ferocious expression, Zhang Hu’en crawled to his feet and swung both claws at the zombies and infected surrounding him. His razor-sharp claws tore them all into pieces of flesh, horrifying the spectators.

Fire Ying could hold back no longer. Without caring whether the poison would spread, she threw her arms around Yasha’s body and began to weep bitterly. Yasha was the man who had cared for her most deeply in all her life. They had only just married—could they truly be separated forever by life and death?

As a result, both countries became desperate to eliminate the separatist forces. Thus, the government troops of the two nations, which had often fought one another right up until the border was drawn, made the unprecedented decision to launch a joint operation and besiege Noxin’s headquarters.

On the fifteenth day, Zhang Hu’en exhaled a breath of foul air. Every meridian in his body felt as though it had been soaking in molten lava. The eighth stage of the Nine Yang Divine Skill had finally reached perfection.

He looked even worse than he had in his former savage state, his entire body mottled with purple and blue bruises. Walking through the mountains, he resembled nothing so much as a filthy, shaggy bear.

Looking at the ten banknotes worth one hundred taels each that had been handed to her, Su Lian suddenly felt that money in ancient times was absurdly easy to earn.

At last, a trace of smugness appeared in Black Whirlwind’s eyes. Its body abruptly vanished into a single point at the heart of the storm.

Moreover, even when passing it on to an initiate disciple, they had to conduct examinations for many years before they could safely impart it. Yet Xiao En had been with them for less than half a year, and they were already prepared to teach him their most important method of training. Such trust naturally filled them with profound gratitude.

Watching the blue corpses on the city wall gradually melt beneath the sunlight, finally breaking apart into ice particles invisible to the naked eye and scattering across the battlements, Zhang Hu’en—who was treating the wounded—felt an absurdity he could not shake.

What had created such strange creatures? And what was driving them relentlessly southward?