Chapter Ninety-Seven: Humiliation

Zhu Cheng was stunned. He had never imagined that Shu Yiming would actually arrive here at a time like this.

Even more unexpected was that the child did not resist Shu Yiming at all, instead nestling very intimately in his arms.

“Mister, who are you? Can you help me? My daddy doesn’t want me.”

The little boy lifted his head to look at Shu Yiming, his large eyes blinking bright and wet.

But the more she understood this, the more frightened she became. Looking at those beautiful skins, unease churned fiercely in her heart. After all her calculations, she had never guessed that invisibility would fail on her.

Jiu Ling still lay upon the rock, feeling the wind, the sounds around him, and the quiet that came in the final instant before death. Well, though Tang Ying and Dong Zhu ran around him in circles and were not exactly quiet, Jiu Ling did not dislike the feeling.

And not far from here, only some four hundred feet away, the atmosphere was just as heavy. Liu Sheng Yumiko and Goto Risa looked at the two people before them, their expressions grave. Both sides stared at each other without a trace of expression, each holding a racket, standing seven yards apart.

“Clatter, clatter, boom, boom, boom.” At the next moment, following Qiu Liju’s words, many Wuheng cavalry commanders, leading the men directly under their command, surged off in all directions.

They had already been fast, and now with combat ability as well, how could Landon possibly catch up? In the blink of an eye, it had vanished into the ruins of the broken wall, and no matter how Landon called, it would not come out.

“This sister is so beautiful. She looks even prettier than a celebrity, and her aura is especially clean.” Ling Sisi stared absentmindedly at Su Nuo in the distance.

At the same time, the talismans, magical tools, and incantations chanted with such pride by the exorcists all failed one after another.

“We were even thinking of going after Tianyu, and now we ourselves have been put through such misery.” Qian Lai stood up and looked out at the dark night beyond the window.

Hearing this, the two of them frowned, glanced at Matsumoto seated nearby mending a string, and in the end said nothing.

The burly man lifted the bottle of strong liquor in his hand, and after his gesture, the others followed suit, raising their bottles as though they were about to drain them in one go.

Under Qi Ruizhe’s gaze, Han Jinyu still managed to finish every last bite on her plate.

That Master Ji was one of hers. If she were to make a move, it would naturally be far easier. So, to ensure Jin Jun’s safety, it would be necessary to have the Eternal Calendar Emperor’s approval; best of all, for him to arrange two guards.

Unexpectedly, President Cen had indeed come again. Seeing the dressing over Kong Yixian’s right eye, he did not seem surprised, only asked how she was doing now. Kong Yixian knew her injury could not possibly remain a secret, thanked President Cen for his concern, and quietly gave Chang Yi a meaningful look.

In the end, Su Jinli had never truly intended to serve her tea; it had only been a polite gesture. Since she had said so, the matter was dropped.

This left her grandfather and Jinxiu deeply worried. Her grandfather waved a hand and confined her at once, ordering her to recuperate in Tingli Courtyard, and even sent Jinxiu to watch over her all day long.

No one had expected that the dignified young master of the Li Group, Li Feiyang, a man gathering countless dazzling honors around him, would actually kneel before me so directly.

A soul could actively or passively alter its outward form, but if it truly spread out into a fan-like shape or something similar, it would only cause its spirituality to collapse, and in turn inflict irreversible damage upon itself.

As expected, Xue’er immediately came to Yang Yu’s side, clutching his arm and acting coquettishly. “Brother, just let me go back. I really don’t want to stay here anymore. I miss Daddy so much. I want to go home.” As she spoke, she burst into sobs.

Liu Dong pulled open the bedside table and took out a necklace from inside. It was the very one Jiang Yu had shown him in the photograph.