Volume One, Chapter 27: A Childhood Betrothal!?

“Elder Zheng, is this matter really just going to end here? I think what He Qiang said might be true, and the only one in the beast stable capable of killing Wang Yun is that boy.”

Leaving the beast stable, Xing Zhong walked with small steps, tactfully lagging half a body behind the Beast Peak elder, voicing his doubts.

Now, Ji Die perfectly fits the conditions for murder: he has the means, and there’s a witness pointing him out...

Even if he’s arrested for investigation, what could Jiang Mo Li possibly say...

But Zheng Yi was deep in thought, not really listening, and did not answer.

“Yesterday, some disciples reported that another disciple from the beast stable has gone missing,” Xing Zhong said, hesitating.

Meanwhile, Yang Fan still wore a smile! Yet upon seeing Yang Fan’s cheerful face, Su Meng felt a deeper fear settle in her heart.

Yang Fan entered the room, Su Meng followed. However, Su Meng simply lay down on a bed, showing no intention of discussing anything with Yang Fan.

Roger Mart’s sudden arrival threw the celebration into chaos; no one could have expected that so many people and horses would appear at a gathering meant for rejoicing.

“Yang Fan, you can’t just keep waiting like this, can you? Teacher Liu still hasn’t woken up. Shouldn’t we take her to the hospital?” Liang Jianjun smacked his lips and offered this suggestion.

After rushing at such speed for half a cup of tea’s time, the enormous canopy finally reached its end, and the Fusang fruit was now only a yard or two away.

Normally, Wen Xu would have joked that he wasn’t such an easy person, but seeing Gu An Yue in such a disheveled state, Wen Xu felt his throat dry—he wanted to say something, but couldn’t, and simply nodded.

“These are extraordinary times. Please cooperate. Chen Wei, open this gentleman’s suitcase for inspection!” the manager ordered a security guard.

“Brother Liu Chen, please don’t call me Viscount anymore. Since you’ve accepted the third lady as your sister, why not acknowledge me as your brother as well? Just call me Kaf or Brother Kaf,” Kaf said with a smile.

Heaven—a sacred place—seemed utterly unattainable for someone like Old Xu.

After dinner, Liu Ruoyi insisted on bathing despite Ye Feng’s protests. Ye Feng wanted to help, but she pushed him out sternly. He reluctantly drew the bath for her and prepared her clothes, then quietly slipped into the kitchen.

At that time, Chun Fu was deeply grateful to Chun Ying, and felt guilty, always guarding himself against her.

Without caring who had attacked, nor how injured he was inside, Xu Yang’s sharp eyes seized a rare opportunity in that instant.

Xiao Rongzhi and the Taiqing Hermit had both greatly improved their skills and needed to test them in battle; they eagerly anticipated a fight.

Qian Qiao glared at Mu Chang without speaking. I forced a bitter smile—clearly, the next steps were mine to explain.

Yu Shiyi smiled dismissively, “It’s just a maid’s marriage contract—what’s so odd about it?” showing utter indifference.

“Sister always lectures me, but she never carries anything herself. There’ll be carriages following us anyway, so she’s just tricking me. There’s nothing at the border, you can’t buy anything there. I’m helping you buy things now, so when you need them, you’ll see how right I was.” This time, Ruo’er completely ignored Qi Kexue, doing as she thought best.

The king stood dazed for a while, then stretched out his arms. Transparent figures emerged from the corners, coalescing into servants clad in black, expertly removing his armor and changing his clothes.

Seamlessly connected to other spaces, it could integrate with magic cars, airships, or any transport. The miniature Red-Net force field generator could interface with all kinds of supernatural energy sources and information networks; one could stay inside and be informed of the world, and the micro-space bubbles could receive all sorts of transmitted items.

Attack speed bonus of 10% meant, for every original ten strikes, he could now land eleven; with Zhang Yang’s double setup and combo attributes, the actual numbers were even higher.

Sometime later, Yue Feng finally woke. Covered in cold sweat, he looked up to see the sun about to set again—it turned out he had slept for over a dozen hours.

Together, the two sisters, one attacking, one defending, moved with innate harmony as identical twins.

Lin Luochen was unaware that, from nearby, a detective was covertly photographing everything.

Dissolving the ancient dragon essence, Long Xuan Kong’s body descended, circulating his internal energy according to the Primordial Unity Method, his mental focus sensing the different energies around him.

Di Yan Yi’s face grew even paler; even after careful rest, his fingers trembled slightly, though pain masked it.

Who knows what Zhuo Anran said; she approached, unhappy, and reached out to slap him.

She saw Lin Yu finish his call, then return to Chen Chen and the others, continuing their conversation.

Xi Jin Yun’s smile deepened at the corners of his eyes, his gaze complex, clearly plotting something again.

If Lan Yi Hang hadn’t spoken those words to her that night, if she hadn’t seen that strange scene with Qin Yi Fei just now, she would have willingly accepted him, giving him everything.

So, could she stand before Zhuo Anran as if she knew nothing, as if nothing had happened?

When the Song dynasty wiped out the Jin kingdom, Jin’s leaders, in a fit of revenge, might have killed him as a scapegoat; or perhaps they released him, inciting disputes over the Song throne and bringing disaster upon them, only to later be murdered by the Thirteenth Prince.