Chapter 42: Abortion

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Song Yuexi hadn't expected Song Qisheng to receive the news so quickly—most likely, it was that piano shop's female clerk who tipped him off.

No wonder she could get along so well with Xiaoli.

They were all wretches!

Not a single one pleased her!

But Song Yue...

Though this massive Siberian tiger seemed calm and unhurried, exuding an air of tranquility, the entire archaeological expedition team could hardly remain composed in the face of this sudden behemoth.

"Disappeared? I don't understand what you mean," Long Ci grew increasingly confused by Maqi's words.

"Is this... is this really a map? Not just my imagination?" I spoke as I couldn't help but lift my hand, rubbing my eyes hard.

The imperial physician trembled in fright. "This..." He didn't know what to say; faced with Lü Shizhi's unreasonable demeanor, he could only stammer and hesitate, unable to form a coherent response.

"You captured me for money, didn't you? I can give it to you now, as long as—" Emma's pretty face changed.

Unable to withstand the cold of the night, some guests began to murmur complaints. Yet, mindful of the unpredictable temper of Boss Cheng, they held their tongues; not a single one dared utter words like "close the doors."

"Damn it, how did that golden coffin end up up there? Who was more bored than me to move it up there? This is clearly meant to stop us from taking it!" Third Fatty cursed indignantly.

To Yi Rong, she believed it was merely a passing admiration, not worthy of being called friendship. Even when Yi Rong led her away, there was a trace of coldness.

Of course, given Yang Qingtian's pride, had Han Yue possessed only average talent, merely an ordinary martial artist, he would never have earned Yang Qingtian's approval. Yet Han Yue was, by contrast, an extraordinarily gifted blade cultivator.

The Third Elder's frown deepened as he listened to Gao Tianqi address him as "Fat Grandpa," but he said nothing. He seized Gao Tianqi's left sleeve and abruptly pulled it up. Autumn, following closely behind, caught sight of Gao Tianqi's left arm and let out a startled cry.

Luo Feng stepped into the tent, glanced at the irate Qi Zeyi, then at Lan Mo who had collapsed to the ground. He asked nothing, simply took Lan Mo away as ordered.

"White Crane. Your debt of gratitude is repaid. Return to Mount Kunlun now," the Jade Emperor said.

Her arm was broken, just like that—Shangguan Jue'ai had snapped it. The pain was unbearable for someone like Kou Le'er who had no martial skills. She bit her lip, blood seeping out once more. It hurt, but she couldn't cry out. She had to swallow it.

Xuanxuan held Dongfang Ji's hand all night without letting go. It was as if, by doing so, they both found an innate sense of security.

"Do you feel that Le'er was unfair in her handling?" Kou Le'er was always attentive and sensitive. Now, hearing him say this, it felt as if he was dissatisfied with her, upset because she had struck Ser.

Su Bei frowned, but Lin Wei let out a muffled sound, slammed the door, and stormed out. Before leaving, she couldn't help but say something that left Su Bei frozen in place, unable to move for a long time.

Outside the door, a "surgical table" draped in a snowy white sheet was pushed in, complete with surgical instruments. The black fat man was secured face down.

Yang Zaiyi wasn't actually drunk; among today's guests, what disappointed him most was that Cui Nier hadn't come.

Lin Wei spoke, noticing Su Bei's change of expression, but remained unconcerned. She knew Su Bei still cared about Jing Mo Li, yet she wanted Su Bei to understand: no matter how much he cared, it was futile. Su Bei could never be with Jing Mo Li again.

"No matter whether the prince allows it or not, I will leave with Aya!" She hid behind Aya, shouting at Qi Zeyi with firm determination.