Chapter Fifty-Six: Staying

“Chubby girl!”

Lou Yu appeared once again atop the courtyard wall of the Wang family estate.

With a nimble flip, he leapt down from the wall. Upon landing, Lou Yu casually brushed the dust from his clothes.

He wore a pale apricot tunic with a broad, turned-down collar, his waist cinched by a black, gem-studded belt, and his feet shod in upturned leather boots. Though still young, he stood as straight and proud as a pine tree. There was a hint of a general’s son’s heroic spirit about him, yet beneath it lay a trace of subtle restraint.

From the moment the sniper assassin faked his death, to the arrival of Wei Hanjue with Black Bear and the others, only a few minutes had passed. Yet in that short span, Qu Tianling had already orchestrated an elaborate ruse to conceal the truth of the supposed death.

Carrying a tray of food upstairs, Gu Yixuan gently pushed open You Ling’s door and entered with light steps.

Fu Tiange picked up the scissors, snipped the thread, and handed the fabric to Leng Mozi. Seeing Leng Mozi grit his teeth, he followed his earlier instructions and began stitching the wound—awkward on the first try, but much better on the second.

Each word that Shen Qingge spoke seemed to pirouette through the air before settling softly without so much as a ripple of sound.

With her eyes closed, Su Zhi was utterly unprepared when I tackled her, feeling a sharp pain in my shoulder as a rush of cold air whistled past.

“If you’re so afraid of me, how will you ever work with me? I don’t eat people, you know,” Xu Zhiheng drawled lazily, leaning against the elevator wall.

An Jun’s brows arched faintly. Noting Zuo Hui’s anxious expression, she nodded coolly, called for the deputy captain to continue training, and walked off to the side with Zuo Hui.

“Isn’t it true that Master Vila’s private residence only ever entertains one guest at a time? How could they suddenly receive another so-called dignitary?” Yun Rourou asked discontentedly.

Shen Qingge listened to their conversation in silence, forcing a smile while a trace of anxiety gnawed at her heart.

I was groggy; the question flickered through my mind but vanished as sleep overtook me.

The strangeness of it all chilled everyone to the bone, yet only Drake remained composed, calmly instructing everyone to stay alert and keep the cannons ready.

But could anyone explain why, after the host’s intelligence had increased, they’d become even more shameless than before?

Since the other party had sided with the Mongols, he was now the enemy. Li Jie would seize any chance to weaken the Mongols.

Now, all around, a talisman hundreds of feet long had ensnared everyone. Though they struggled, none could break free—not even Black Wolf, whose face was the very picture of despair.

Yao Qing was too slow to dodge and was caught by Jin Qing, who then performed an aerial spin with a flawless 1080-degree turn.

Even upon hearing the words “demonic cultivator,” Bei He’s expression never flickered—he simply listened, serene and attentive.

Things had come to this; refusing would be overly coy. Besides, Luther genuinely wanted to know what it felt like to be the curator.

Although the villagers of Westwind Village respected their son rather than them directly, a favor to the son was still a favor all the same.

Lan Ruhai and Zeng San had long known of Jin Qing’s immense strength, but they hadn’t expected it to be so extraordinary.

Her decision was a calculated bid to break the deadlock, for she foresaw that if things continued, Abbo the Monster would surely be the first to fall.

Bobo’s face was ashen with humiliation at being so thoroughly suppressed by Icebird, but the opponent’s unerring Q skill had left him truly afraid—death loomed over him, and he dared not make a move.

Teacher Zhuxia found a cloth to wrap the ghost infant’s remains, temporarily storing them in a spatial ring to await proper disposal in the open later.

“Hmph, do you think I’d be interested in such common beauties? Chuxue, you know my feelings—why pretend not to? If you marry me, with your talent and my family’s fortune, not just Binhai, but the entire east will be ours.” Wan Jin strode toward Murong Chuxue as he spoke.