Chapter 40: Each Concealing a Cunning Plot

Gu Hanchen was summoned back to the Gu residence.

Father Gu gave him a sidelong glance with his seasoned, calculating eyes. “Come upstairs with me.”

The man raised an eyebrow but said nothing, simply following him into the study.

“Your mother took a call from the Su family and cried to me all night.” Father Gu looked up. “No matter how much you dislike the marriage alliance your mother chose for you...”

Lan Xi glanced at the two men beside him, then at the bloody circular formation before him. He pressed his lips tightly together, but no longer wished to resist.

What he said did seem to make a certain amount of sense. One did not need to wear trousers while bathing.

Before this, they had held all several thousand men outside Huining Town. If those people wanted to reach the Shen estate, they would first have to defeat those thousands.

Fan Jin froze. A moment of bewilderment appeared on her face, and then she suddenly remembered that when she had barged into his room that night, she had indeed said she would treat him to a meal someday. She simply had not expected him to remember it so clearly.

Han Yong did not invite them into the main tent, which naturally left Elder Hong somewhat displeased. He could not openly vent his irritation, but his expression darkened slightly.

Li Yi was completely dumbfounded. He had never expected his spur-of-the-moment decision to cause such a tremendous reaction.

Two sounds of air being cleaved rang out almost simultaneously. Immediately afterward, two streaks of sword energy flashed into existence and slashed upward through the air toward Smoker’s elementalized body.

Over here, Jiang Yiyi had also wanted to ask whether Fan Jin knew Fu Shuran, but she had failed to coax anything out of her and could only let the matter drop.

It had opened the prelude to war, yet somehow made the situation even more bewildering. At that moment, it seemed as though everyone had become an enemy.

When Shen Mian came out of the house, she discovered that Shen Xialan had arrived and was speaking with Liu Yunshen.

Lin Tianbao did not clarify the matter. Facts spoke louder than words; so long as the Lin family troops believed him, that was enough.

After all, marriage was a matter for a lifetime. If estrangement led to an unhappy marriage, it was something no one wished to see.

Two immense forces collided head-on. Ying Feiyang was hurled into the air, and then the “Ten-Zhang Light Dust” binding his feet tightened, flinging him back onto Sacrifice Cliff.

When Li Jiuhua spoke his final sentence, his tone was utterly resolute. Those were also his sincere feelings. As he had said, without Chen Daming’s support and guidance, he would never have become the man he was today.

Perhaps afraid of causing some misunderstanding, Li Suyun personally made the trip to Beijiang to explain herself to Wang Batian. She said that older people were more reliable, more capable, and more efficient at handling things. In truth, Wang Batian understood her reasoning perfectly well. Was she not simply afraid that something might happen between him and the nanny?

Yang Qian naturally went along as well. However, she chose not to ride in the same car as Wang Batian, opting instead for the Rolls-Royce. It was not that she wanted to show off; she merely needed to strike a certain pose.

Sometimes, being too monstrously gifted could itself become a burden. After all, Lin Tianbao was not one of those peerless geniuses born with all knowledge. Fortunately, this world was full of stories about late bloomers and sudden brilliance. No matter how vivid people’s imaginations might be, they would never imagine that a fictional plot could unfold in reality.

The Scarlet Python Lord was one of the few transformed demons present. He held these vulgar kin, who had not yet completely shed their monstrous forms, in deep contempt. He felt that being crowded into the same room with them was a tremendous humiliation. But there was nothing he could do; beneath another’s roof, one had no choice but to bow one’s head.

He looked to be in his thirties and was rather handsome. Whether he would be able to keep that face for much longer was difficult to say, however, because Wang Batian had already begun walking toward him.

“It happened like this back then...” Memories of the Fatty’s contest with Sai Diaochan surfaced in Ma Dongming’s mind, and his thoughts gradually became clear.

They could not hear anything and could only infer what had happened from the surveillance footage. From their perspective, the situation inside was perfectly clear: an armed criminal holding a nurse hostage, while a young doctor in a white coat was talking to the criminal, trying to stall for time so that the police could arrive and rescue the victim.