Chapter 23: The Devouring House (Part Nineteen)

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Lu Bei shook his head in surprise, gently laid Su Qingyu flat on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then left the room. Given Naihe’s special condition, they must not be allowed to see her. It seemed he still had to go out.

The last item he placed down was an ancient map, yet nothing was marked on it. Lu Yang couldn’t make sense of it either, so helplessly, he hid it away to see if it might prove useful later.

Under the watchful eyes that resembled wolves and tigers, A Ke appeared calm on the surface, but inside, a storm was raging.

“I was right. You’re like Zhu Kongque. After you killed Yu Fei, the Black Eagle wanted to silence you, but you found a scapegoat instead of following Zhu Kongque’s path,” Tang Long now realized why Wolf Fang was helping him.

He probably began to have memories from around the age of five or six. In his limited and vague recollections, Chi Ran never mentioned whether he had a master or a senior brother surnamed Yang.

Indeed, Qi Yi looked at the young man on stage who continued playing the guqin softly after the chorus, still accompanying the second chorus as a harmony.

“Finally, there’s food to eat,” Huang Fu laughed spontaneously nearby. He knew it was a free dinner, so saving a penny was a win. Buying a house in Xihai City was tough, and since he didn’t want to become a mortgage slave, having enough money to pay in full was the best way to avoid hassle.

“This isn’t really something an outsider like me should say. If the person next door were unreasonable, Miss Yu might already have suffered,” he said, aware that the others had grasped the situation. His words were not too harsh.

The Secret Wardrobe didn’t invite Qi Yi at such a high price blindly, nor was it just because of his influence in the Chinese market.

Because Lin Xizhi knew that whatever he liked, Lin Yu would be even happier than himself.

Qiqige truly deserved to be an outstanding hunter. Immersed in bliss, she could still hear the rustling sounds nearby.

“Is this the substitute envoy of this era?” The old rogue watching the battle changed expression. In his memory, there was no such ripple or substitute envoy. Could he also be part of the mutation?

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“From now on, you’ll live with us. Consider this your home, don’t be a stranger. You have an older brother who’s taking the college entrance exam these two days. After he finishes, he’ll come back, and you’ll surely have much in common,” Xu Shuzhen warmly chatted with Ji Jiu’er.

Lin Mu’s heart ached at Lin Zhao’s words but she still turned away resolutely.

Dai Fang didn’t dare to breathe loudly. Coming to the First Generation Training Camp, she had only prepared herself psychologically in two ways.

“A Si, once you’re done, let’s go,” Meng Jiu took a drag of her cigarette. She had been scolded by the Young Master quite a bit today, so bullying these people now lifted her spirits.

The youth clearly felt unprecedented joy from her touch. It reminded him of the moment on the road when her long hair fluttered slightly, stirring his emotions.

Liu Chen’s face was full of smiles as she saw them off, then apologized to every table of guests, creating a warm and gentle atmosphere.

The fourth round of the competition began immediately. This time they competed in flipping steel wire nets. Nine people per side, and Gu Xiyan was selected to be eliminated in this round.

“Get to know each other! If I didn’t know him, would I let our Qingmeng come personally to protect him?” Long Baichuan laughed.

Jun Yixiao forcibly suppressed his emotions, releasing a benevolent wave of spiritual energy as he approached the azure-gold illusion.

How many official troops remained in Luoyang City, others might not know, but these central ministers did.

Xi Yue felt her heart lighten. She tried to respond with the same playful grin, but caught off guard, her balance faltered and she tumbled sideways right onto Xun Yue.

Once on the train, it became much warmer. Nowadays, passenger carriages were equipped with stoves for heating, and the glass-sealed compartments made the ride comfortable. Xiao Ming could finally relax and get some well-deserved rest after such a tiring period.

Letting out a heavy breath, he finally felt at ease. The effects of both skills hadn’t weakened; they seemed to have even slightly strengthened.

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Taking advantage of the bow, Guan Yan examined the man carefully. He had narrow eyes like slits, a sallow complexion, no beard, and a thin frame.

Su Cai’er had been a chief steward for years, with a strong, decisive will, but even she couldn’t find a good solution for this matter. Li Bing’er was gentle by nature but deeply loved her husband and was unwilling to part with him; still, she expressed willingness to become a concubine, hoping Xiao Ming wouldn’t fall into an awkward predicament.

“Thank you,” the Dragon King said as he shook hands with Duanyue after seeing off the professor and the Yaksha King.

Yun Ting guessed that Lin Mumu probably hadn’t rested all night. After returning home, he did nothing but hold Lin Mumu and rest on the bed.

Lin Mumu seemed to see a trace of despair in Yun Ting’s eyes. Blushing and lowering her head, she probably anticipated the measures he might take.

Lu Keke shook her head. It appeared that only she could see the three words “Jin Zesi” in the parentheses behind, likely because of her prior contact with Jin Zesi, the system had recognized her as someone aware of Jin Zesi’s identity.

“Don’t be so vain! It’s just that school matters have been overwhelming,” I said, puffing out my cheeks awkwardly while moving my lips.

Qiao Hui’s voice was clear and bright: “The Party and the country often teach us that labor is the most glorious, and labor knows no nobility or lowliness.”

Wang Dali suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He realized that his question might not be appropriate to ask in the Guardian faction’s cosmic will communication space.