Chapter 69: The Imperial Edict Sought for the Cousin

Shen Zhining opened the lacquer box and stared at the set of openwork jade lotus leaf cups inside.

Carved entirely from green jade, the cups were flawless in both workmanship and design, truly extraordinary items.

Even the jewelry sent by the Old Madam nearby paled in comparison at this moment.

Liu Qingqing had originally thought she could send Shen Zhining into the Censor's Mansion and simultaneously build a connection with the Censor's family. Never did she expect that, due to the appearance of young Marquis Gu, not only had all her efforts come to naught, but moreover—

After the final round of the All-Star voting concluded, Wang Dachun remembered checking the rankings at that time.

The well inside the village suddenly began to vibrate, the windlass shaking violently as well water surged into the sky. Instead of scattering, the cold and refreshing water transformed into a water dragon, ruthlessly devastating the nearest houses.

It seemed his arrival was quite ill-timed. Though deeply disappointed, Ye Ying had no other choice but to call back Gegen and, taking Gen'uer along, leave slowly.

Zhou Cheng immediately smiled and nodded, with a slightly nervous Sister Lin following beside him, leading the way for the two of them toward Villa [Left Two].

"I'm fine. That fatty's skin was just too thick, it took me quite an effort to take him down!" Joakim Noah said, clutching his nose.

Hearing this, Lu Xi looked back and saw a young man clutching his ankle, looking at the sole of his foot with a bitter expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You ruined this vendor's treasure, what does that have to do with me?" the middle-aged man said, folding his arms and chuckling.

Ignoring the few zombie-blood-stained tufts of hair on Jiang Yuxi's head, Lu Xi looked at Gu Yiyi's calm expression and was slightly stunned.

Just like that, a full two days passed. At a certain moment, a soft sound came from within Liu Wei, and his aura began to surge violently.

Before he could say anything, several staff members in uniforms came running over; the tsunami from earlier had alerted them.

If they were just ordinary troops, they probably couldn't have achieved this, and the defense lines would have been torn apart by blood fiends countless times.

The village chief's wife went out to question the villagers, while Li Rizhi proceeded to inspect the fenced backyard.

Chen Junlong owned a registered company in the county town called Longyou Co., Ltd., under which were several restaurants, karaoke bars, and gravel yards. Since he controlled half of Jincheng County's territory, some people secretly called him "Half-City Chen," though no one ever dared to say his nickname aloud in public.

Yan Le insisted on adding the dubbing, so Wei Zhenhua recorded Yan Le's commands just as requested. This time, Yan Le also employed his spiritual power; drawing on his previous experience, he completed the task effortlessly.

How could someone bearing a dark map be so easily killed without a scratch by Ghost Arts and Zhang Weiyu and the others? There is something fishy about this.

Zhao Xiaochen took out his phone and distractedly browsed through some bizarre news stories, while simultaneously shooting sideways glances at Bai Wuchang.

Qiu Ying had traveled all the way through dust and wind, yet upon arriving in Jingzhou, he did not rest. After spending a single night recuperating, he immediately went to inspect the county and prefectural schools.

Gentian is an extremely rare spiritual herb that naturally grows in frigid regions. Because its medicinal nature is fiery and its primordial yang energy extremely potent, it can only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to grow when surrounded by competing cold Qi.

Zheng Shixin did not sense anything unusual about Ye Tian at all. Although she felt very shy being held around the waist by him, she could not bear to refuse, and thus simply let him embrace her.

Mo Ran's voice echoed beneath the cliff without any response. Knowing that the person had either left or gone into hiding, Mo Ran remained vigilant.

Having followed Yin Langge for so many years, he knew Yin Langge's temper very well, and was well aware that Yin Langge's obsession with the "Wen Yang" from eleven years ago had reached an unimaginable and extreme degree for ordinary people.

Ye Tian thought helplessly to himself that he would never let the tragedy of Li Xue'er repeat itself. As the saying goes, strike first to gain the upper hand; before a danger has time to grow, strangle it in its cradle.