Chapter 60: What Do You Want from Me?

In his excitement, he immediately set the nearby trees on fire. Feeling the blaze wasn't fierce enough, not exhilarating enough, he casually ignited a car beside him. The fire grew ever larger, until eventually he set an entire building alight.

This wild scene drew even more people into its revelry. Around the burning building, crowds gathered—scantily clad men and women bouncing and dancing, some men perhaps not wearing anything at all...

Chen Shaohua, Zheng Zhiyong, Ye Zhaozhi, and their companions, naturally leaned on each other for support.

It was the peak dining hour, and the cafeteria was packed. To avoid missing out on seats, after entering, Wei Qingqing asked Jiang Chen to secure a window spot while she and Li Wanru went to fetch food.

Of course, if the lords preferred to live by the city walls, they could purchase these rare old houses from him for a price.

“You... I...” Bulma’s cheeks flushed so brightly they seemed ready to drip water; she already knew what was about to happen, but her heart was utterly unprepared.

“Sir, the weather ahead is dreadful with snow and wind. Should we change our route?” the pilot suddenly called out loudly.

Liu Yuchen and Wu Dalin returned to their seats, taking deep breaths, their expressions as if they’d narrowly escaped the gates of hell—no, it was even more terrifying than that.

Chongzhen grew angrier upon hearing those words, for it was he himself who had ordered General Zhou dismissed and imprisoned. If so, wasn’t it his own actions that led to today’s turmoil?

Yet the Duke of Baoguo threatened to impeach me. I ask you, do the people pay taxes to our capital, and when has the Duke’s household ever paid taxes to us?

In the tranquil woods, even the wind had fallen silent, leaving only the chilling sound of chewing.

Lin Hao tried to call three times without success, then stopped. He did not question Liang Wuyan, but instead dialed Han Xue.

His voice wasn’t loud, but carried more authority than Qi Zhen’s words. Almost as soon as he spoke, the murmurs ceased.

Ji Ziming witnessed this scene with surprise. Though their acquaintance was brief, he’d heard of Zheng Wen—a veteran master of innate enlightenment, moreover a permanent official appointed by the Embroidered Uniform Guards. In these uncertain times, such a promising figure drew attention.

Gu Ling’er suddenly addressed Long Linfei with a puzzling remark; as soon as she spoke, she regretted it. Was this any of her business? Why meddle?

She smiled faintly, suggesting that everything would only worsen. As for the matters nearby, if one could see through them, that would be fortunate; for all else, how could it be so easy?

His relationship with Chen Xue was particularly troubled, so he needed to resolve these issues with her, rather than linger in this awkward impasse. This was not what he wanted.

It was winter then. Before she fell, she was still longing for the season’s first snow, wanting to see it once more. Yet she knew she would not survive.

Yang Xue’s cheeks reddened further at Gao Wu’s words. To ease the embarrassment, she brought up another topic, asking about their experiences in Japan.

Thus, even with only two or three flower shops, poor sales left them in a semi-deficit state.

The ghost’s tears had no form, only blood. As the tears fell into the well, they dyed the water a deep crimson.

This group of sycophants—when Lin Fei was around, they followed him slavishly; once he disappeared, they turned their flattery to me. At the first sign of trouble, they vanished. Truly, they’re worthless.

Tang Yao, before receiving an answer, heard the march of athletes begin—the classmates were entering the stadium. She hurried to catch up with her class.