Chapter Thirty-Seven: Testing the Waters!

Suddenly realizing this, Tang Wange felt a sense of unease. This was her first time meeting Wen Jing, and also the first time she had encountered someone who—perhaps—possessed the same ability as her to perceive the yin and yang realms. He was a businessman and a philanthropist, appearing to be a man of impeccable character, yet she could not help but wonder if his exterior matched his true nature.

"Little Teacher Tang? Little Teacher Tang?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, Director, what is it?"

Everyone was taken aback, secretly thinking that things were just as they had suspected; otherwise, why would he almost never come out, only to appear the moment the princess arrived home? Shang Liang narrowed his shrewd, calculating eyes, seemingly weighing whether the deal was worth pursuing.

Compared to Zhang Fan, Jiang Tao appeared far more relaxed. He had arranged his entire seven-day schedule around leisure and sightseeing, and the reason for this was obvious: it was all for Zhang Ziqing.

"Look at them, so healthy, no one is sick. Do you know? The antibiotics and such here have all expired." As Zeng Da said this, he nodded toward the armed guards in the distance to the left, who then spoke into their walkie-talkies.

"You really are a sweet talker, child. Since you've come to visit your godmother, you must stay for a good few days," Lady Li said to Ren Jingchu, unable to hide the smile at the corners of her mouth.

"That was my red wine... it was very expensive..." Nangong Nian'er exclaimed, though her concern was misplaced.

Surrounded by thousands of elite troops, there was no path of escape. Even if one had three heads and six arms, it would be impossible to hold out for even a moment under such a powerful encirclement. Was defeat truly imminent?

Fan Xueyi came to a halt and looked back at the Grand Princess. At this moment, the Grand Princess’s eyes were bloodshot, and she was gnashing her teeth as she glared at Fan Xueyi, looking every bit like a maddened beast.

"Fresh!" Mo Qin stood up and surveyed the surroundings, reaching out to signal Wei Xuanyu not to move; any movement meant death. Though he didn't know the lethality of such landmines, Wei Xuanyu was standing so close that if one detonated, he would surely be finished.

"Haha, anyone can talk big. If you want my godson's life, you'll have to step over my corpse first." Xie Changfeng's face was pale, his left hand clutched tightly over his heart. Wang Jingze could no longer remain silent; even if it meant total annihilation of body and soul, he had to step forward.

However, Zhou Fan was protected by a vacuum shield and had no fear; after all, lightning transmission requires a medium.

"What does my foster mother intend to do?" Shangguan Yue knew well that the Grand Princess Linglong had already taken action against Concubine Juan, and that the matter was likely reaching its conclusion.

If someone else had insulted Lin Jing, he could have fought back or traded insults for him, but what could he do now?

Chen Feng was focused only on eating and failed to notice his wife beside him growing restless. She kicked him, and only then did he snap to his senses.

Fang Chuchu and Huang Shiman locked eyes, the collision of their gazes and the clash of their auras truly breathtaking.

With the Demon of Devouring and Shan Lu away to seize the Heavenly Master's Decree, and Zhang Bingyao acting as a mere puppet, who was controlling the battlefield? And what was the purpose of having a giant python circling high above?

That day, Chen Feng had carried her to the hospital just like this, staying to care for her until her parents and older sister arrived in the evening.

Chen Feng glanced at Fang Chuchu’s expression but sensed nothing amiss; the dinner party was simply filled with a bizarre atmosphere.

Recalling how Wu Jiang had jumped into the water to save her the moment she fell in, Zhou Ji could not help but turn her head to look at him. This boy would be the one to stay by her side for the rest of her life.

Wang Chongyang couldn't help but think to himself that this incantation meant that no matter what he used to carry himself in flight, reciting it would immediately increase his flight speed a thousandfold.

Lin Chen nudged his lower body with the leg pinned beneath him, then kissed the tip of his nose and said very gently, "Captain Xing, that's enough."

He had not expected this man to possess such formidable strength, even managing to make Yue Zanghua suffer a loss.