Chapter 50

“Jin Faguang, I’m telling you, you’ll sing for us right here and you’re not allowed to peek!” Lin Ziyan declared in an imperious tone.

That night, no one knew what Old Wu and the Wu brothers had discussed, but by the next day, Wu Tian and Wu Guo had already risen early and were waiting for Yun Niang in the living room.

She lifted her gaze and saw Leng Sicheng before her, his expression cold, brows furrowed, head bowed, his long lashes casting shadows to hide his emotions. But his lips were pressed tightly together, and though he said nothing, the hand gripping her wrist was unyieldingly strong.

Yun Niang watched Yun Xiu rolling about on the bed in triumph, wrapped tightly in the quilt. She picked up the basin and poured the water out toward the pigsty in the yard.

“I’m saying, you don’t understand me at all. If you really knew me, how could you suggest something so laughable?” Dongfang Ming laughed heartily.

As the two reached a corner, she deftly withdrew her hand and took a subtle step to the side.

Upon hearing the words of the red-clad lady, Ya fell silent, knowing his strength was leagues apart from Night Burial’s.

“Hmph! Luo Ning, you’re truly bold!” The crown prince’s face turned livid in an instant, and with a sweep of his great hand, he sent everyone around crashing to the ground.

“Isn’t it obvious? Even in his sleep, the Prime Minister calls out for Her Highness the Consort,” Toyru teased with a laugh.

Moreover, Xiao Xinghan had considered that if someone captured Mu Yan, they would certainly use her against his disguise as Lian Yu, making things difficult to resolve.

“I dare hit you again, believe it or not,” Mu Yan lifted her head, her gaze calm as she looked at Dongfang Zixiao.

Seeing the teacher run off, Genos could only call out to Zhang Yue before hurrying after him, with no time to say more.

Every piece of the corpse had a single eye, and in the ghastly pale pupils lingered a trace of disbelief. The ground was stained red with copious blood, making for a scene bordering on the forbidden.

For example, that duchy built a Great Wall only in the north, without any fortifications to defend against invasions from the grasslands.

Zhou Ting was moved to the brink of tears—she loved this man’s domineering nature, the way he shielded those he cared for.

The faces of the Dao Elders were grim, their injuries not light. Watching the battle unfolding in the sky, their voices were heavy with concern.

Perhaps he had noticed something when activating the maze lock? Then forced himself to remember it, since the “Harmonization” formation had only flashed by; afterwards, he deduced the formation through calculation.

“It’s locked tight. Dozens of people in the victim’s family couldn’t open the door,” Jin Rufeng assured Liu Ruoxin.

“Then there’s no help for it!” In a flash, Orochimaru appeared behind Sasuke, pinned him down, and bit his neck. Sasuke’s agonized scream echoed as he fell.

Jin Faguang took a deep breath, splitting the Minor Yin energy within him in two—one thread flowing to his left palm, one to his right. In each hand, a faint golden halo appeared.

At that moment, the city gates stood wide open. Beyond lay a plain shrouded in night, rain soaking the earth to mud, the air tinged with the fresh scent of grass.

Only then did she realize that while she’d been tugging her clothes down in back, the front had become exposed; her collarbones and delicate shoulders were fully revealed to the air.

Hearing this, Li Shang merely glanced at her, saying nothing, though something unfathomable flickered in his eyes, making Mo Zhu uneasy.

“Hahaha… Your brother is brimming with swagger now!” Night Burial admired his reflection, finding himself ever more impressive.

Rotwood’s expression remained unchanged, but his body suddenly turned boneless, floating like a sheet of paper on the wind. Unhurried, he seemed to evade Jin Faguang’s fist by chance.

“Since you’re so confident, Junior Brother, I’ll await you in a month. I hope you won’t regret it then.” With icy words, Zuo Feng turned to leave with Ye Chong and the others, not sparing Xia Zheng a glance.

Boss Sha approached and tapped Shen Yunu on the back. She instantly felt her blood and energy seize up, rendering her immobile.

“Ning, I’ve already promised Roger I’d teach Ning Hanyun a lesson tomorrow to help him vent his anger. If you take Ning Hanyun away now, you’ll be putting me in an impossible position,” Lin Feng explained, recounting his earlier encounter with Roger to Ning Liang.

“Fifth brother, come to Ning with eldest brother—he’s been hoping for the chance! We have so many delicious foods and fun places in Ning, you’re sure to be happy and satisfied.” Guan Yu, flustered and excited, went on about all the good food and amusements.

He scanned through his skills, looking for any way to escape their attacks. Just then, a dozen players from the Demon Dragon Battle Blood guild charged over. Caught off guard, he lost another 500 health points.

In the darkness, Pei Donglai’s swift kick landed hard on Tai Fei, followed by the sharp crack of breaking bones.

The eighth-level Golden Immortal spoke again, undeterred by Duanmu Zhao’s words.

Though their movements were restricted, everyone could still see the ongoing fight between the demon and Luo Ping. Once freed, and prompted by Shen Rong, the others all expressed their concerns.

For example, the rules stipulated that whether for weddings or funerals, the host family must pay the prescribed fees to the village warehouse, after which the manor council would make the arrangements.

The police glanced at Zhao Jing and Chu Feng, unsure what to say, but their duty remained: “Hello, you must come with us to the station to cooperate with our investigation.” Zhao Jing acted as if she hadn’t heard, not wanting to acknowledge them, wanting only to hold Chu Feng and linger a little longer.

Gao Chong joined his mother for dinner, while his second uncle returned from the county office and spoke with his mother about the situation up north. Seeing Gao Chong arrive, he repeated the news for him as well.

Feeling reassured, he drank another health potion, ready for battle. Just then, a beam of light shone down on the four of them, and their health recovered rapidly. He was momentarily stunned.

He cursed for a long time, but the soldiers ignored him; his throat was already raw from shouting. Helpless, he swallowed and forced himself to stay silent.

If the man in black was still inside and hadn’t left, there must be a reason. Xuanyuan Yunjue wanted to see for himself.

It seemed to be the first time Old Madam Qin called her son that; before, she never used his name, only “you” when necessary.

When enemies come to your door, if you think a simple thrashing will settle things, you’re not taking your life seriously.

Given the state of medicine in Caozhou, even if he went back now, no one would pay him any mind. Better to lie still than move in vain.