38. The Man-Eating House (Thirty-Five)

Perhaps Fang Yuan would miss Dongfang Mulan; for a fleeting moment, he truly longed to stay here with her. But what of the others? Were they to spend their entire lives hiding in the Spirit Lieutenant’s Mansion? It was impossible. Fang Yuan could not do it, nor could he force others to endure such a fate.

Tang Xu’s vision was blurred by blood; everything she looked upon was stained a deep, crimson red.

"Incorrigible! A student is only as good as their teacher. Hmph, Ye Nanfeng, I hear that half of your students are at the bottom of the freshman class. I suppose they only fell to you because no other instructor wanted them," Shao Hui mocked with deliberate malice.

The remaining half of the blueprints were of little use. Crucial structures, such as the propulsion systems, were missing, and attempting to complete the construction of the *Long River* based on them was preposterous. Thus, Xi Luo planned to integrate the starship construction standards from the year 2000 of the Star Era and draft an entirely new set of blueprints.

It turned out that Cui Xile was not one of Tang Cheng’s men. However, after Tang Cheng implemented energy-saving and emission-reduction policies in the Yunzhou region, slashing investment scales and cooling the overheated economy, Cui Xile realized through practical experience that Governor Tang had been right all along, and he gradually began to align himself with Tang Cheng.

Furthermore, Zhong Gang had been pulling strings lately and had essentially secured the approval of the branch members; he was simply waiting to take office.

After the banquet concluded, Tang Cheng had consumed quite a bit of liquor. Unable to return to Hudong that night, he stayed at the Hudong Province Liaison Office, also known internally as the Office in the Capital.

Lu Zhenshen leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to Shen Qingyou’s forehead, as if to soothe her. Just as Shen Qingyou felt herself drifting away in a daze, Lu Zhenshen dumped a bucket of cold water on her.

"Great!" The system was baffled. It had never seen its host behave in such a way before—it was truly miraculous. Just how many faces did this host have?

Chen Yu smiled without a word. Only she knew that in the past twelve years, only the first six had been dipped in honey; after graduating from university, love was no longer a fairy tale.

Cao Cao held Xun You in high regard. Hearing his words, he nodded involuntarily: "This sentiment matches my own, but whom should we dispatch to carry out this stratagem?"

"Lord Lucifer, you..." A blush crept across Mielle Dracula’s face, but she could not find the words. The atmosphere in the grand tent suddenly became awkward.

This Li Kang was like a giant skunk; you couldn't let him go, but you couldn't keep him either. Either way, it was a miserable situation.

"This matter started because of us; we cannot just walk away. Let’s observe the situation first," I declared resolutely.

"Is this... a Pink Badge?" Xuan Jian asked, staring at the pink badge resting in his hand.

Though Gu Chuan had left, Pan Zong and Jin Yin remained seated, motionless. Gu Chuan’s words had affected them deeply; even now, they could not believe that someone existed who could defeat Gu Chuan in a single move.

Roya bowed slightly, holding her sword in her right hand against her left hip. She assumed a stance for drawing her blade, then stepped forward, passing by the swordplay instructor.

Yet, even with Hiashi Hyuga’s explanation, she still found it incredible, as if it were something out of a legend.

She felt that her current experience was far bleaker than her time in the Hard-Shell Tower; it was as if she had descended into a true hell.

If Warden Magellan looked like a demon, then Hannyabal looked like a sphinx—and one couldn't tell which race that creature belonged to.

Although I had been mentally prepared ever since Segawa Yuri told me she had found me a brother-in-law, I had never imagined the candidate would be someone this much older—the type of middle-aged man an average person would call an uncle.

"Block him!" Cartus screamed with a twisted expression. He knew there was no choice left; perhaps today was fated to be his end.

"Lord Dark Dragon, I have obtained the dossier on that Xiao Ming. He is the one who killed that trash, Bit. It is said he was once a member of the Chinese Special Forces and is now the bodyguard for the president of the Lu Real Estate Company," the eccentric man in the black suit said in English.

Xu You recognized Tang Ning. She opened her mouth, then paused, quickly stripping off her coat and trousers to reveal a deep-red martial arts uniform. She walked up to Tang Ning and reached out her hand.

After listening to Old Niu, the group felt heavy-hearted. They had not expected Di Chenhui’s reach to extend to the periphery of the Ministry of State Security. It seemed they had to act, or there was no telling what Di Chenhui would do to this department tasked with protecting national security.

Bang! With a soft sound, the office door was pushed open, and a figure rushed in in a flurry.

At this point, he could no longer afford to hesitate; he had to sacrifice the pawn to save the king to buy himself time. Time was the one thing he lacked most.

Just moments ago, the old man with the wooden staff had wanted him to enter this place. It was clear that there must be some powerful restriction here designed to suppress him.

Zi Zhenzhu, startled by her own thoughts, felt no panic. Instead, she took a few deep, steadying breaths and, without bothering to find clothes to cover herself, slowly walked behind a rock wall and hid.

"What—" Surely she had been frightened by the scene. Tokisaki Kurumi took a step back, her brows knitting together.

"Big Sister, is that Gao Yuan really not your boyfriend?" Bai Jie asked the question he cared about most.

Every time, it had been Demis chasing after Tang Yunxiao; even her marriage proposal in Country H had been rejected by him.

"Since when did the Yue Family Head enjoy hearing himself speak just to prove his existence?" Mu Qingqian retorted sharply.

Zhou Huaijin reached out and pressed the dagger into the Saint Ming Emperor with force, spraying red blood everywhere.

The Student Council hadn't begun recruiting yet, so Jiang Bai didn't know who Luo Heng was. At the time, she only knew she had bumped into someone, and the first thing she thought when she saw Luo Heng was that he was quite handsome.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Miao Zhiyu bowed. He was rather wary of this Loulan Princess. He feared that what Jia Yue had seen that day was simply this princess leaning against him.

"My psychological state is fragile?" Li Mu Yan found it amusing. If his psyche were fragile, he would not be where he was today.

Mature and sensible: Just wear less yourself, let him be unable to hold back, let him take the initiative. That way, you can pretend you don't know, pretend you are asleep. This solves your needs while allowing you to save face.