Chapter Thirty-Three: Do the Younger Cousin and His Cousin Share Feelings for Each Other?

Shen Zhining had never expected that the Second Young Master of the Pei household would be such a stubborn, single-minded fool.

Pei Shuchen’s words startled her so badly that she nearly choked to death on the tea she had just swallowed. “Cough, cough, cough... You!”

Covering her mouth with a handkerchief, Shen Zhining angrily pointed at the man before her.

Seeing the cousin’s face flushed red from choking on her tea, Pei Shuchen hurried over and patted her back to help her catch her breath.

“Zhi’er, there’s no need to be so shocked. Mother is only managing things for now—”

She threw herself onto him, reached out, tore away the jade belt at his waist, stripped off his clothes, and viciously ripped them apart before casting them to the floor.

Old Zi looked far more spirited than when Xia Shang had last seen him. Perhaps forging swords had rekindled his former passion. He eagerly found the long sword he had crafted himself and brandished it before Xia Shang.

One of them was naturally the spirit of the Dragon God’s Imperial Seal, while the other old man was the spirit of the Haotian Sword.

The moment Chu Qingming finished speaking, Fang Hanmin revealed a sly grin. Stroking his chin, he said with a laugh, “That’s what I thought...”

Even though Lian Zhen knew perfectly well that Fifth Madam disliked Yu Zhen, he still did not want to make an enemy of her. If things became too strained, everyone would be embarrassed, and the road ahead would only grow more difficult. The only option was to play both sides, remaining cordial with everyone so that he would not be dragged into the trouble.

Chuntian paced back and forth outside the door. The increasingly intense sounds of struggle coming from inside the room left her restless and agitated.

“They’re all doing quite well. But I heard the police academy is recruiting early this year, so I may have to go back in less than two months,” Bei Mubai said.

Chen Fang suddenly thought that if he ran all the way to Overlord Dragon Star while Bai Suzhen and Daoist Luotong did not go there, things would become truly awkward.

His concern was not unfounded. The Alliance had quite a few powerful Divine Realm experts: the Dark Ancestor, the Nether River Ancestor, the Nether Demon Ancestor, and the two ancestors of the Spiritfeather Clan. Those several could still be considered reliable.

He had previously instructed Dong Xin that whenever he was away, any important intelligence could be relayed to Zhong Enrou, so that he would know about it immediately upon his return.

“Why are you holding me back? Since you have no way to deal with this, staying here any longer is meaningless,” Lias said without the slightest mercy.

Having commanded armies and fought for many years, he had rarely encountered an opponent like Ling Tong. When the Han soldiers nearby moved forward to help, he reined in his warhorse and gestured for them to stop.

The Bluebloods were unwilling to give up. Centering their search around the fabricated base, they combed the surrounding area for several days.

The summer transfer market had always been the focus before the beginning of the NBA season. This year, however, there was an exception, because the season might face the threat of a lockout. Judging by the situation, the disagreement between the players’ union and the league was enormous this time, making a lockout almost certain.

“If you make a fuss, the situation may become even worse...” Huang Chuping interjected calmly.

“Zipei, stand down!” Liu Bian lifted the tea from the low table, but before it reached his lips, a young man’s voice came from outside the private room.

Relying on battle instincts honed through countless trials, Nan Mingshan immediately raised his sword across his chest and blocked Lu Qinghe’s fatal thrust.

Although he had been rather withdrawn at school, and the high-school environment had been so awful that it had forced him to train himself in “martial arts” simply to survive, Zhao Nuo did not dislike his student years.

The Desolate God Host possessed many formidable technologies. In a certain sense, they were just as skilled as the Primordial Spirits at exploiting—and even creating—loopholes in mysterious spaces.

After quite some time, the entire interstellar fortress of Glass Dragon City sounded a piercing alarm. One powerful aura after another shot into the sky, rushing toward the direction of the Dragon Spring Immortal Emperor. Terror appeared on every face, and panic spread through the crowd.

“If only I had brought my fishing rod. Then I could have caught a huge water buffalo. Ha-ha.” Liu Guocai gazed at the buffalo in Falling Star Pool and laughed.

As a veteran of the Green Army, Bill Walton had no reason not to speak up for the Celtics. In fact, a week earlier, he had publicly declared that Rajon Rondo was the finest point guard of the new generation and would become the next Jason Kidd.