Chapter 99: I Am Your Backing

"My Lord, I need to speak with you."

This time, her mother did not rage and shout. Feng Su did not want to leave, but under Li Jiuwei’s gaze, he rose and went out.

Only after the door had fully closed did her mother say, "You resent us, but you should not take it out on Heartpure. Li Jiuwei, if you were even a little as sensible and kind as Heartpure, how could we not have loved you?"

"I no longer care what attitude you take toward me, Madam Li. I have no time to sit here and listen..."

Huang Ziyuan paced incessantly around the room. A few mornings ago, while washing up, he had discovered white hairs on his head. It was absolutely because Mr. Bai had driven him to this.

At the palace gates, a red carpet was laid out, surrounded by balloons and arches of roses, leading all the way to the chapel inside.

"You’re talking nonsense. You clearly said it was fine and told me to go on sleeping, so I fell asleep!" Qing Tongyin said aggrievedly, looking at him.

Mother Tang looked at Gong Can with eyes full of laughter. That gaze was almost exactly the way a real mother would look at her son—she liked him no matter how she looked.

No sooner had the words fallen than the sky suddenly broke into a torrential downpour, carried in by a savage wind, as though someone were weeping without end.

Only one person in the Ghost Hall could move about so smoothly and unimpeded: Beiye Mo, and that was only because of the Blue Feather aristocratic clan.

At the market, when Yang Qingyue and Bai Hongmei, who were selling meals, learned that all the residents in the northern Shaanxi mining district compound were to be relocated to the Liquan mining district compound, their reactions were utterly different.

Yang Qingyue did not even try anything. She had instantly set her sights on the one hanging in the corner—the leather jacket was remarkably similar to the one Yumi was wearing.

That voice, soft enough to make one’s knees melt; that smile at the corner of the lips, so seductive it was almost sinful; those eyes constantly sending out sparks of allure—it was enough to steal a person’s soul.

"Wait for me a moment. I’m going to get a bottle of red wine."

With that, Fu Shaomei returned to the kitchen, opened her wine cabinet, selected a bottle with care, uncorked it, and poured it into the decanter.

In the past, when Zhao Hao had suddenly conjured a Rolls-Royce before her eyes, she had already felt as though she were living inside a dream.

But Huang Huan was baffled. You had just finished your tribulation—why not rest and recover properly? What was the point of calling Brother Huan over?

After all, Andre belonged to Troau, the L-rank instructor of the Ninth Combat Team of the United States. They represented America.

For matters like this, Song Yun would normally just watch and let it be. Only now, since he was truly idle beyond measure, had Song Yun on a whim decided to go and see who was about to get beaten. If by chance some foreigner was bullying one of their own, at least he could lend a hand, couldn’t he?

Yet in the last martial arts convention, Tang Saier had intended to trap all the reigning powers of the various sects and kill them, and the two sides had completely fallen out. In the years that followed, countless battles erupted across the jianghu, leaving endless dead and wounded.

"I... I thought you... you wanted to... to be with me." Lin Si said, her voice trembling.

At that moment, everyone saw the security guard and the auntie who had stepped forward to mediate both killed, and all of them turned as white as sheets with terror.

"Hmph. Since you remain stubborn and refuse to come to your senses, we can only eliminate you first and then take back the treasured relic that belongs to our clan." Murderous intent surfaced in the faces of several old monsters as they could scarcely wait to seize the treasure from Su Nan’s hands.

Zhou Qing was merely drawing off power; he did not know that once the power going upward was gone, the energy of the red circle above the cardinal’s head, which resonated with it, would also disappear and then contract, strangling the cardinal to death.

"God, why have You separated me from them?" Tang’er stormed into the great hall, completely ignoring the guards’ attempts to stop her.

With the brick factory already in their pockets and a steady flow of money to support them, it was time to think about the next step. A stable life like that might not be impossible, but he was simply not that sort of person.

The strange disturbances in the distance were gradually calming. To make it safely through this one-way road, they would still have to fight the chaos of heaven and earth once more.

"You saw through it too?" Lena turned in surprise to look at the fire mage who had been wearing the wolfish bear mask all this time.

"I went north for a trip. How was it? Did you find what you were looking for?" Qi Xiangqi asked softly. No one could tell who he was speaking to. Holding a wine flask in one hand and picking at meat with chopsticks in the other, he muttered to himself.

What kind of feeling was this? I asked myself. It was dark and sinister here, so dark you could not see your hand before your face, and yet there was an inexplicable familiarity to it.

Mu Mian was dressed entirely in denim: a pale blue denim shirt on top and a pair of sky-blue fitted jeans below.

Tong Fang, already on guard for some time, hurriedly pressed in close. But after Yin Enhao burst forward, he abruptly stopped, dropped his center of gravity, shifted the ball to his left hand, then reversed direction and continued with another explosive lean and diagonal drive straight toward Tong Fang’s right side.

At the same time, as the rippling tip of the cyan sword blade was about to pierce the back of Xu Liang, who had leaped a fraction slower into the fissure, the many spatial cracks that had already formed into a honeycomb immediately spat out countless blood-red tentacles in a single instant.

"The girl must be worried about the general and wants to go with him to live and die together. Ah, that’s why I told you—Miss Purple Perilla has long since fallen for our general. You should give up." Qin Tong said, turning to Chen San, who looked dazed.

"All right." As Si Ma Youyue spoke, the aura of a first-rank Divine Emperor burst forth in full, and she condensed spiritual power to attack.

It had bled dry, and its internal organs were severely damaged. The vines had also been torn apart inch by inch. If she had not desperately wrapped them around Ye Juntian just now, Second Brother Ye would likely have been done for as well.

This time it was different. Old Tan here is moving his behind back to the capital anyway—why should I still care about your nonsense? Besides, they were targeting Ye Juntian, and when others give us gifts, we should return the favor. Old Tan ought to show something too.