Chapter 39: The Chosen One

After breakfast, Xiao Cheng’s father led out the family’s donkey and hitched it to the cart. The big gray donkey brayed loudly; the Cheng family had never treated it poorly, always saving a small ladleful of soaked beans for it. Xiao Cheng’s father was an honest, simple man, his skin darkened by the sun, his face broad and square, his mouth wide, and a certain vitality radiating from his brows. Now he was holding a gourd ladle to feed the donkey, taking the opportunity to comb its mane as well.

Bare-chested, Xiao Cheng stacked the trays of tofu onto the donkey cart, filling half the cart. “Father, do we need to sell two cartloads today?”

“That’s right. Tell Uncle Yuan all about that old witch’s ugly tricks, and let Uncle Yuan give her a good lesson. Best not to finish her off in one go, but to torment her a little every day,” Lu Aiguo said through gritted teeth.

“Could it be that contraption made by that guy called Lu Zhijie that attacked you?” San Cheng could think of no other possibility. Previously, as a stylist and top male model in the fashion world, he had seen countless handsome men—most were devastatingly attractive, with looks, physique, and temperament that honestly surpassed Chen Sen by more than a little.

As soon as the sled was ready, the two children climbed on, and Lu Zhanguo tied a hemp rope to the front, pulling them back and forth inside the house.

It wasn’t just outsiders—even Tang Fei, tucked away in the palace, had heard that the Princess Royal had recently grown close to a young gentleman named Dong Shuo.

Wu Shengsheng was in poor spirits at that moment, feeling a chill all over. This was not the first time such a thing had happened lately. She lay in bed, not wanting to answer anything at all.

Leaving now would be impossible to explain. How could they say the three of them had encountered a ghost? They hadn’t seen a thing, yet were leaving like this—if word got out, none of them would be able to show their faces again.

At this stage, Zhou Tian’s plan had succeeded. The old monster was in despair; the punches he threw had no strength left.

Zhou Tian opened his eyes to see an elderly police officer, about as old as his grandfather, in uniform, shaking his shoulder and holding a mop in his hand.

The voice was soft and lingering, wrapping around the security guard’s ear like a spring breeze. One after another, at each of the four security booths in sight, all the guards pressed the button to open the gate.

In the end, he still could not restrain himself. The fire burning within him was impossible to quench. So, just like the night before, Lan decided to lose himself in passion once again, wanting her intensely before he even realized it.

After calming down Jada, Liu Cong began his investigation of the Daoist sanctuary. His subordinates used sonic detectors to roughly map the space behind the tomb’s entrance.

He knelt down and gently picked up Uchiha Izumi from the ground, staring into her eyes. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes tightly.

If it weren’t for the sense of security they felt around Zhang Fan, they would never have come back.

“Does your father still punish you?” Mo Qiang glanced at Zhou Tianba. This fellow had suddenly appeared and ruined his plans. Even if this was just a split body, killing him wouldn’t make Zhou Tianba turn against him, would it?

A while later, all radiance faded from Tai Xuan’s body, and the surrounding frost dissipated completely. If not for the devastation all around, one might have thought everything just now was a mere illusion.

From the conversation, Mo Qiang learned that for the afternoon meal, Tang Zhongyuan had prepared plenty of ingredients, but Mo Qiang hadn’t shown up; the food was left in the fridge overnight, which wasn’t ideal. Mo Qiang planned to use it all up at the night market.

His innate intuition told him this matter was far from simple—if Zhongli Fei was the man in the photograph, then hostility was certain.

Yong Ling, unfazed by his flippant demeanor, calmly turned to face him, her expression still blank. Composed, she slowly drew something from her sleeve and raised it before King Zhou Yi’s eyes.