Chapter 92: An Unexpected Turn
Outside the city of Chang’an, ten miles away.
A few figures dressed in black peered nervously over the edge of the cliff.
“He should be dead, right?”
“There’s a deep pool below, and beyond that a waterfall. If he fell, there’s no way anyone could survive. He must be long dead.”
“But what if the master doesn’t get what he wanted?”
“It’s all evidence anyway. With the man dead and the items lost in the water, it doesn’t matter. We’ll just report it to the master as it is.”
A moment after they left,
The young master’s temper was unpredictable; any word or expression could pierce his heart.
He wanted to try a blitz tactic first. If he could withstand the onslaught from Oak High School, he wouldn’t change his strategy.
“These are for you.” Ford dared not look at Bai Qingqing again. He divided the prickly fruit in half, gave one portion to Bai Qingqing, and sat beside Becky with the other.
“Alright, don’t be so nervous. Let’s get straight to the point—why did you call us here?”
I glanced at the sky outside the chapel. The night was deep, and a strange mix of anxiety and curiosity stirred within me, yet I couldn’t pinpoint its source.
Han Shaoxun appeared frail, his complexion ghastly pale, brows slightly furrowed. Even wounded as he was, he possessed a beauty so extraordinary that Lin Zhouzhou was transfixed.
Director Lin didn’t speak loudly, but his words thundered in Lady Xue’s ears. The color drained steadily from her face; her hands clutched her knees so tightly that her nails dug deep into her flesh.
Chunyu Cheng, seeing Youyou’s attention drift, quietly took out his identification card.
Though they wanted to ignore the conversation, the allure of the meat buns was irresistible. Each pair of blue eyes fixed hungrily on the lone tray of buns.
But riding on Muir’s back was certainly unwise—unstable, and too taxing for Muir’s strength.
She wished to reach out and touch his cheek, to kiss him, to reassure him she was fine and tell him not to be afraid. Yet she hadn’t the strength even to speak.
Qiao Qing remembered that Su Ran hadn’t eaten anything in the morning; if she woke up in the afternoon and felt better, she would certainly be hungry.
Mu Chucheng was no longer the flamboyant car; Xi He glanced at him and felt her mind numb. Having just dealt with Madam Mu at home in the morning, now this man had shown up at Xi Hang’s school.
Golden light surged from the obliterated chains, undiminished in force, and with eerie speed, it lashed upward toward the Demon Emperor. The sudden, powerful attack forced the Demon Emperor to retreat.
All around him, armed skeletons encircled him. Ji Yun’er watched coldly, turned, raised her hand, and lowered it slowly.
To avoid questions about Yi Beihan, Xia Yan stayed only a few minutes at the banquet before hastily leaving.
From mammals to humans, the role of the male is to fight—for the favor of the female, and thus to pass on their lineage.
Mo Jiyan found her smile on his face unbearably dazzling; he couldn’t recall the last time she smiled at him like this.
Mo Jiyan’s brows knotted tightly. When the doctor unwound the bandage from her head, the patch where her hair had been shaved revealed fierce scars that suddenly pierced his heart.
“Let’s play blackjack. That’s all I know.” I thought to myself, blackjack is easiest to rig—the more you keep asking for cards, the sooner you bust over twenty-one and lose.
It’s worth noting that Chen Tairan’s palm was masterful, shifting the plate’s trajectory through the air, at least twenty centimeters away. No matter how slick someone is, there’s no way to claim he was responsible.
Beside the Demon Emperor’s sword, several musicians clutched their zithers and strummed wildly at the air, but still failed to draw Gu Yu Sui Feng out.