Chapter 129: Advanced Plan

As he read through the entire contract, Shu Yiming’s expression subtly shifted. He looked up and glanced outside, just about to call for some coffee when Lin Peishi brought it over with a bright smile, placing the cup before him.

“Peishi, could you pour another cup for this guest?” Shu Yiming asked, a hint of puzzlement in his voice. The terms in the contract seemed ordinary, nothing unusual or amiss.

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Like father, like son. The Black Miao Village was a perfect example of this. It was precisely because of a leader like Hou Fangpi that the village’s customs had become what they were. But Hua Feng knew that starting tonight, the atmosphere here was bound to change.

Over a hundred years, thousands had ascended to the twenty-sixth floor of the Fallen Temple, yet only a few revered elders commanded such fear that no one dared to act against them. The rest had all transformed into the essence of heaven and earth, becoming part of the world itself.

This morning, when Zhou Ziyan arrived, as long as it didn’t involve matters of Jinhu Garden, he was merely a bystander, with no intention to interfere with Xia Mingzhu or engage in the company’s affairs. Hence, Zhou Ziyan’s expression remained calm, his smile serene.

Li Xiang had studied some ancient secrets and knew that powerful races in the past often had many vassals. The Divine Fox clan was confirmed to be a vassal family to the Dragon Valley, responsible for handling certain dragon-related matters among humans. Their high status was evident from the battle techniques wielded by the peerless Divine Fox.

Only now did I realize I might have lost my composure... I had been solely focused on lifting her up and riding the ostrich to catch up with Shi Luoye.

The Buddha, embodying great wisdom, courage, compassion, and mercy, stood in stark contrast to Laozi. He fought with all his might in this life to attain supreme merit—truly a figure worthy of endless admiration.

Yet, Jiang Xueyan asked for my help in choosing, and I could not refuse. It was truly a dilemma.

“Sit down. Now, honestly tell us how you colluded with the Nangong family, and write it down right here. If you dare to lie or omit the truth, you already know the consequences,” K-ge said from three meters away from Vice President Wan.

For the first time, she realized that a boy could truly be as exquisitely handsome as described—flawless, as if carved by a master sculptor.

Though initially unable to accept that she was pregnant, unprepared mentally, with Gu Xiangbei by her side, caring for her with such devotion, she felt no fear, completely unburdened.

Mu Yunqing’s eyes flickered, a blush rising on her cheeks. At that moment, she felt her heart nearly leap out of her chest.

Luo Yunxi lifted her gaze slightly, already gripping a dagger in her hand. She struck swiftly, leaving the Ghost Armor King no chance to react.

Zhang Xue’er returned to the bedroom to fetch a thin quilt and headed to the living room. She immediately noticed Yun Yiyi sitting on the sofa, her expression dazed, filled with pain and concern.

Su Nuan remained silent, having grown accustomed to Xu Junyi’s careless responses. She stared at his thin lips for a while. After his words had long ended, she suddenly placed her hand on his shoulder, slowly stood up, and gently pressed her lips to his.

Did she know that this would hurt him deeply? He wanted to see her truly happy—genuinely joyful—not forced smiles or reluctant endurance.

Luo Qing’s temper was undeniably bad. She only had one son, Pei Anzhi; no one could speak ill of him.

Moreover, Ling Qingyuan was her uncle. If she constantly opposed him, it would embarrass the elders of both families.

That nightmarish voice, filled with overwhelming pressure, was unforgettable. “Greetings, Lord of the Underworld!!!” The voice, trembling with infinite terror and reverence, echoed as countless people knelt down across the arena.