Sixty-four, Conspiracy

“Of course, the old master is in excellent health,” the doctor affirmed once more.

“Ah!” Su Wan exclaimed with joy, leaping up.

The old master, however, was not so pleased. “If I’m not sick, why did the hospital in Yuncheng deceive me? They made me spend so much money, emptied out all our savings.”

“I even went so far as to write my will!”

At his words, Su Wan suddenly recalled something. Her thoughts quickly turned to the time when Chen Tianyu had threatened her.

That night, she saw Zhuhe Yosaburo raise his gun at her without any reaction. From Conan’s perspective, it might have seemed that Zhuhe Yosaburo was aiming at her, but from her own angle, the gun was actually pointed at someone behind her.

Takagi hurriedly hung up the phone. “Haha, it’s nothing, I was just talking to a friend. Oh, I have something to do up front, I’ll be back in a bit.” With that, he ran ahead, leaving Shiratori puzzled.

Mr. Yuan didn’t believe in the nonsense of “everything can be discussed” and casually dismissed Fang Handong, insisting that Lady Shu be brought first before any negotiation.

At her fingertips, the pill that emitted a subtle fragrance shed its radiant, holy glow in an instant, leaving only a thin layer of sinister red light.

Now that Yunxi could reach this place, she certainly wouldn’t be lacking money, so Hatsune would never resort to simplistic price manipulation.

Yet his trembling went unnoticed by the others, who continued to discuss the issue of Jiangnan’s taxes.

“I don’t wish to undermine the prince and princess’s relationship; I am only here to ask the prince to fulfill a promise he made,” Hatsune said sincerely, and her words were believed. When the soldiers recognized the ring in her hand as the prince’s, they were even more convinced.

Outside the platform, a gentle and inclusive sword aura spiraled kindly around. Many disciples, following their sect elders for the first time to the Sword Dao Sect, watched with curiosity.

Poison? No, it was merely a sedative. But it was enough to rob her of control over her body.

Just then, Lin Yu soared into the sky, holding Zhao Ling’er in his arms. A massive energy shield appeared, forming an arc as it rubbed against the air. The shield grew denser, revealing everything inside with clarity. It was a space resembling a spaceship, with chairs and tables all arranged neatly, looking exceedingly comfortable.

Jiang Feng didn’t speak further but kept his gaze fixed in the distance. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and his expression turned grave.

The opponent clearly hadn’t expected Chuan University’s stocks to break the limit, so they struck hard with a large order.

Since the mind cannot control true energy, then controlling the body so that every move is flawless is enough for Lin Chuan’s purpose.

He then asked Sun Cailing to lay out another sheet of rice paper and continued writing, this time not in the standard Song script, but in the wild and elegant cursive style, using the notoriously difficult Zhang Xu script.

Wang Yidong teased Lin Mi’er, then sealed her rosy lips, held her delicate body close, and kissed her deeply with passion.

The ninth rule was for the followers’ benefit. This was the Middle Ages, when people seldom bathed, sometimes not once in their lifetime. Nobles masked their odors with perfumes and spices. At the very least, they needed to be told that bathing regularly was good for their health.

In the Nine Palaces array, the Zhen position lies in the southwest. As long as Qin Fang searches along that direction, he will surely find the core of the formation.

Seeing the other’s gritted teeth proved that Zhao Da had not lied; they had indeed suffered such punishment.

In the back seat, Wang Bingde and Huang Mei were in high spirits. Their son truly made them proud. The admiration in their relatives’ eyes was a dazzling moment in their lives.

Fragments of memories flashed through Kuang Guohua’s mind—those were the moments before he lost consciousness when Jiang Chen bit him.