Volume 1, Chapter 33: This Matter! He... Was Determined to See It Through

“Damn it, Gao Qiming, how dare you still come to my house! Today, I’m going to ruin you!”
“Gao Ping, listen to me, Gao Ping!”

With Song Keqing’s calculations and assistance, the latest betting odds for Xuan Yan were freshly released once again. This time, the betting options were even more diverse.

Su Qing cast a sidelong glance at Qin Yuchuan, who sat quietly with his eyes closed, dressed in white as pure as snow—the very clothes he had worn when she rescued him.

Ying vanished without a trace; no one noticed his arrival or departure. In fact, apart from Chen Meng, who had sworn a blood pact with Ying, and Blood Brother who knew his true nature, no one else knew what Ying really looked like.

The Sun family of Shan Province couldn’t help but marvel. The Xuan Yan they spoke of was the courtesy name of Huangfu Mi, the ancestor of the Huangfu family. Some even referred to their ancestor as Huangfu Xuan Yan.

“Junior Sister,” Li Liangfeng was momentarily stunned, realizing that his junior sister wanted him and the others to return and soothe their master. It seemed she believed that with her own wit, they could escape this Fiery Demon Sect.

After harvesting the wheat, the first and second branches of the family still tried to seize Su Qing’s land, so they deliberately soaked her fields, waiting to sow seeds.

Feng and the third generation didn’t know what kind of scheme Orochimaru had up his sleeve, but they didn’t stop him. Instead, they watched quietly, curious about what trick he would pull out next.

With eyes sharp as an eagle’s, his body soared and swiftly leapt to another tree branch, moving as agilely as a nimble monkey.

But now Zhou You held the pill he needed, so his words inevitably carried a hint of flattery.

Sheng Jiayi stared at Qin Yu, stunned for a long moment before slowly processing what she had just said.

Xiang Nuanyang had pondered the matter all day but came up with no conclusion, ultimately deciding to set the idea aside—though only temporarily.

Next door, Big Niu watched them cheer with a bittersweet feeling. He had heard from Fang Hongxiu that Nai had given them nicer names and even sent Er Niu to school, as if he had been completely forgotten.

But I was conscious—Da Hei is my brother. I would never do such a thing. So at that moment, I only held back that bite.

At this time, jewelry and similar items were considered corrupt capitalist goods and were worthless in this era.

Looking at these works, Bai Ling pressed her lips tightly, tears welling in her eyes, though she fought to keep them from falling.

This feeling chilled me to the bone. Judging by appearances, besides the old man and me, no one else in the courtyard seemed to have noticed this ghostly face.

For safety, Xixi’s tent was pitched next to Li Chunfeng’s. Should any soldier harbor ill intentions, Li Chunfeng could intervene promptly. Yet, despite precautions, something unexpected still happened that night.

“Hongxiu, all the water moved from next door should be stored together in this jar. No one is allowed to touch it,” Liu Dagou reminded Fang Hongxiu again and again, fearing she might forget.

“Nai, I want to go too,” Er Ya said softly. Nai readily agreed to her first request.

That night I drank without restraint, plunging my head deep into the wine jar, swallowing gulp after gulp.

After the two policemen left, Duan Feng found an excuse to depart as well. Only then did Zhao Xiang smile faintly at Wu Wanshan.

However, Zhao Xiang was certain that people like him were exceedingly rare, if any remained at all. With this thought, he finally relaxed, no longer fearing that if he mutated, the whole world would mutate with him.