Chapter 43

By now, there was no longer any doubt that Prince Mo, Feng Lingxiao, was Feng Qiye's man. There was no need to keep up the act any longer. After dealing with the government soldiers outside the estate's gates, he boldly seated himself right in the courtyard of the residence.

Advancing for about another five miles around noon, the group was already showing signs of fatigue. Yue Yun suggested taking a rest in the forest, while Zhang Caijun, unwilling to rest with the others, headed into the opposite woods.

"Wherever Ning Qianye is, that is where we shall go." A flash of resentment crossed Ning Qianhan's eyes. This time, he was determined to drag the other person back.

Though glared at by Xie Yunting, he acted as if he had done nothing wrong and instead generously invited Xie Yunting to sit beside him.

Applause erupted from the surrounding crowd, and Guan Yucheng and Feng Xinci quietly followed their parents toward the priest.

Even Feng Qiye was slightly startled, but the icy frost on his face soon melted away into a clear, wicked laugh. No matter how calm Leng Yue tried to be, a brilliant blush could not help but bloom across her cheeks.

"You guessed right!" A figure in green robes suddenly appeared ahead, followed by a swarm of thugs who rushed forward to surround the two of them.

Shanying pointed at Tao Xiaohong, cursing loudly. Behind her, Xiangcai covered her nose with one hand, looking as though she found even the breath of others utterly repulsive, while her other hand patted her chest as if she had suffered a terrible shock.

"It's fine, we'll take a private room." Xu Ming'an's tone was somewhat cold; this waiter lacked basic observation skills.

Imperial Concubine Liu drifted off into a hazy sleep. She did not know how long she had slept until the carriage jolted violently as its wheel struck a large boulder, startling her awake.

Du Caiwei did not react much, presumably so immersed in her own emotions that she had not heard a word of what Bi Qianmo had said.

"I heard it's that jade-gambling consultant from Luo's Jewelry, who achieved three consecutive surges at the Zi family's shop and even unearthed a blood-jade. Zi Lingtian himself spoke highly of Moke, and people are already calling Moke a master of jade gambling," the bodyguard reported.

Lin Feng thought to himself that besides building reservoirs, he also needed to construct large greenhouses to protect these farmers; otherwise, a torrential downpour of this scale would utterly pulverize their fields.

I suppose I must have been out of my mind, or perhaps simply too proud, to actually whistle at the young master.

After stepping out of the office, she very sensibly closed the door behind her, her heart filled with endless sighs of amazement.

The corners of Hu Fei's lips curved into a smile unlike any he had worn in his life—a smile that seemed somewhat enchanting and dangerous.

The Su Group's "Angel Plan" was not only the core focus of the Su Group's development for the next two years, but also a piece of fat meat coveted by everyone in the industry.

Lin Feng drove slowly down the street. Although he did not know the exact stronghold of Zhao Wuji and his men, searching for them was no different from finding a needle in a haystack. However, Lin Feng was not in a rush and simply cruised leisurely along the street.

Lowering her gaze slightly, Feng Yao felt a pang of desolation. She hoped Yuliu could hold on. She was not afraid of being killed by Yuliu, but rather afraid that once Yuliu killed her, he would never be able to forgive himself.

At the very least, this outcome set everyone's minds at ease; the money for building the house was temporarily guaranteed.

No matter how Long Qianxun tried to fend them off, the leaves seemed to multiply endlessly. While the leaves did not appear particularly aggressive, the moment Long Qianxun came into contact with them, he discovered they were razor-sharp, completely comparable to fine weapons of decent grade.

Although Mech II was a sequel to Mech I, virtually everything was entirely new. Aside from a few specific individuals, even the entire mech system had been overhauled, meaning that the experience gained from Mech I was no longer very applicable.

Ran Wei was not as meticulous or attentive in caring for people as Hui Niang. Perhaps due to her nature, coupled with the numerous chores Ran Wei usually had to handle, she asked Hui Niang to temporarily set aside her embroidery work and focus entirely on caring for the man on the kang.

Just as Su Zijin was wrestling with this dilemma, the core general who had just left the tent led a plump man dressed only in underclothes back inside.

Tian Tian frowned slightly, making a face behind Mu Qinghan's back toward Ruan Yide. Although she was currently a total outsider among this group of people, hearing those words spoken by Ruan Yide with such a dissatisfied and disdainful expression still made Tian Tian feel quite uncomfortable.

Han Jingxuan held her breath and concentrated, acutely aware that An Bo was slowly revealing all of Duanmu Hao's past to her.

The Suoyang porridge was served last. Against the pale white rice in a cyan hexagonal porcelain bowl sat thin brown slices of Suoyang, sprinkled with a few red goji berries, creating a rather elegant color combination.

At the epicenter of the destruction, the four-colored energy and blood-red energy collided and mutually annihilated one another. Under the deadlock, the momentum did not slow in the slightest; instead, wave after wave of destructive aftershocks rippled outward from the point of intersection, plunging the entire Longze Canyon into a storm of devastation.

Moreover, because the Dutch could not control all production regions, intense competition and ample supply led to a drastic plummet in prices.

In the eyes of this eldest prince, he would probably be unable to hold onto the territory of the ten commanderies anyway, so if he only asked for half, surely Zhao Qi wouldn't be so stingy, right?

As a gust of wind blew by, Fengyue's red gauze fluttered about, the floral decal between her brows burned with a brilliant radiance, and her enchanting eyes flashed with seductive and breathtaking beauty.

Several cultivators dressed in Daoist Alliance attire happened to walk past from across the long street. Upon seeing the group of four led by Ning Ye, the elderly man in the lead respectfully bowed first to Nangong Ritian and Dongfang Qingyue.

If it were truly as he claimed—that even Chen Xiyi was no longer his match—then dealing with Zhao Xi would be a matter of just ten or twenty moves for him.

The sense of awe triggered by such a massive technological generational gap would only be understood as the difference between a "god" and mortals.

The other immortals were just preparing to wait for their prey to walk into the net when suddenly a section of the net's rope snapped, leaving them hesitant for a moment.

To prevent his elder brother from waking up to self-blame and grief, the Sword Master, whose blade had claimed millions of souls, played the good guy for once in a long time. Using ten thousand swords as conduits, he laid out such an array.