Chapter 62: A Pair of Underpants

On the Li family’s side, ever since Li Qingyun took two hundred and fifty yuan and exposed Li Debao’s secret, Father Li and Mother Li, though resentful of their eldest daughter’s heartlessness—giving money only to demand it back—had no choice but to brace themselves and clean up after their son. When they learned Li Debao’s mistress was none other than Tian Xiaoli, the wife of Li Changgui from the village, their world spun in disarray. Of all people, why provoke the wife of this harbinger of bad luck? Li Changgui was tall and sturdy, his body packed with muscles, and he was quick to settle matters with his fists. The villagers all feared him somewhat. The family had only one elder—

If one were to describe the relationship between the two, words like colleagues, friends, or former lovers would suffice. Though Gu Zeyu was the father of two children, she had never promised him anything.

Ding Jiuxi paused to catch his breath, then continued swinging her arms. Thankfully, her body was trained in martial arts and didn’t tire after only a few movements.

He thought Zhou Qingshuang would smile, but this time she did not. A sudden premonition struck her—she knew the nearby surveillance would be missing, for if someone had tampered with things, they would certainly erase all evidence.

Behind the artificial hill, Lin Chuxia was feeding the fish in the pond. Perhaps because of the heat, the fish seemed listless and dull.

As the sun set, Chu Boyan had already left his room, running to the front desk on the first floor to watch guests come and go. He kept glancing upstairs, anxiously waiting for his mother to come down so they could depart for Xinglu Hall.

That day, several standing committee members made a decision: they would hold a press conference to inform all humanity. They knew this matter could not be hidden for long—unless they left the planet where it was, but that would be no different from never having obtained it.

The Empress watched the Fourth Prince’s deft movements with satisfaction. Yet, looking at Xing Junlie nearby, her guard did not waver. His temperament was much like the Emperor’s—sinister and deeply shrewd. A moment’s carelessness could mean falling into his trap.

“General Ding is quite impressive, isn’t he? This is the gift I brought you. When I visited the Crown Prince’s residence, I found him still imprisoned, so I hurried to bring him out!” Mo Ran seemed eager to claim credit.

“Pfft!” The command center erupted. It turned out the girl knew many of their party’s key leaders and had deep connections. But very few dared joke with Deng Xixian, the head of political propaganda for the First Red Army Corps.

“I want to perform with monkeys!” Tian Fuxian had been humiliated onstage before, so now he wanted revenge on the stage.

“Yes, yes, but I’ve met Weiwei’s father. Though he looks rough, he’s actually quite easy to get along with.” Mother Shen was a woman of action; she told Shen Nanyi to rest well and went to contact Yao Wei’s father.

Wen Sheng had no chance to retort as the spiritual energy flowing into her body suddenly surged, stretching her meridians wide.

“Peng Hao is from the countryside, but he doesn’t seem like an open-minded, friendly person. He hasn’t forgotten some things from the past,” Mai Guoqiang remarked casually. He himself had long forgotten old matters; now, his only aim was to build good relations with foreigners and strive to become a model of everlasting friendship.

Provided they truly held what she needed, she would naturally work hard to keep that Soul Cleansing Pill.

What are you saying? I haven’t hidden anything from you. No, even if I did, so what? What relationship is there between us?

Seeing Qi Yue attempt to use Daoist arts to inquire about Chang Shengnan’s sword, all three showed a flash of interest in their eyes.

Then, as the taxi driver looked on in confusion, he took off the Green Submariner worth over a million and tossed it over.

“All right, tell me—what can you help me with?” Shen Nanyi glanced at her watch; she still had a bit of time to spare.

Now, with the arrival of the six, the beast tide was sweeping in not far behind them. The scene was indeed somewhat comical.

Earlier, he had come here to begin the contest, but Wang Rou said their person hadn’t arrived yet—claiming his name was Li. He had assumed the man would at least be middle-aged, only to find he was a young man still untouched by maturity.