Chapter 113: Fu Chen Is Still the Most Effective

“I don’t want to get involved in your family’s mess, but you’re disturbing my peace and mood.” Song Hui lifted her eyelids slightly, looking at him with indifference, her voice cool and calm.

No matter how reckless Zheng Qing was, he no longer dared to continue causing a scene at the door. If Fu Chen showed up soon, Zheng Qing would really be kicked out of Shengkang Real Estate.

After all, he had already harassed Zhao Mei for a long time this time; leaving now wouldn’t be a loss for him.

“Fine, I’ll leave.” Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and spoke reluctantly, then turned around to glare fiercely at Sister Zhao. Lowering his voice into a warning, he said, “Zhao Mei! You got lucky this time, but next time I’ll definitely bring...”

Only a little milk tea remained; Yu Shu finished it in one gulp, her gaze drawn to the fireflies floating in the air.

Before the northern expedition, Wei Shi, worried that Liao Hua and Hou Yin might lack ability, specially summoned them over to share the military intelligence gathered in Jingzhou about the northern territories.

Jiang Cen felt as if the spot where Duan Qinyu’s lips had touched was burning; that damned man was truly skilled at seduction.

Since her divine sense didn’t detect anyone when she arrived at this peak, she assumed, like the Snow Peak beside Sword Peak, this was a place where the Tianyan Sect allowed disciples to cultivate.

Though the sun blazed fiercely at this hour, the well-trained squad marched on in strict formation, unaffected in the slightest.

Shen Mu smiled bitterly; his refined appearance made his smile look like that of a fallen nobleman. Yu’s father, knowing his background, sighed deeply and patted his shoulder—a silent gesture of male camaraderie and comfort.

The driver ahead was careless, banging his head hard against the glass, leaving him dizzy. Liang Mu was a capable fellow.

At this moment, the Golden Lion was unnervingly calm, showing no signs of the recent suicidal attack on the Navy headquarters, which had been thwarted by the combined efforts of two Navy legends.

Jiang Wanrong, unwilling to be mocked by him, stepped closer to the bedside. She knew in her heart that since he drew back the curtain every night, the secret mechanism must be near the bed.

Yet, even though he smiled, Jiang Cen sensed something different about him, as if a shroud of impenetrable gloom enveloped him.

I hurried to check my wound. Thankfully, it was about three inches long and not too deep; it should heal within ten to fifteen days.

Feng Xilou was completely baffled. What was going on? As the supreme commander, was there someone ordering him around? Out of gratitude for the Black Whirlwind’s previous support, Feng Xilou took two steps forward—though certainly not ten meters.

This was Wang Feng’s signature move that earned him fame, a double-edged technique that could kill opponents beyond his level but would often leave him exhausted and unable to continue fighting. Wang Feng had only used it three times in his life, a skill honed through countless life-and-death battles.

The only concern was Qin Huang’s attitude; without bold reforms, it would be impossible to make Qin territory truly prosperous and strong.

“Honey, I just remembered something that might help you!” Yu Ke had been thinking about Qiu Chu’s condition and, after talking with him for a while, returned to this topic again.

The physical body, corrupted by miasma poison, could be cleared with purifying pills, but what of the spirit when it was tainted? Years of erosion would gradually consume one’s foundation, bringing the path to an end.

Though Luo Song was completely suppressed now, his perception remained intact. With such powerful vitality, this man was undoubtedly a formidable body-cultivator, an extremely strong presence indeed.

Luo Song curiously toyed with the black iron cube in his hand. No matter how he attempted to refine it, the seemingly ordinary black iron cube would not yield. It was as if it were forged from scrap iron, utterly impervious to refining.

Then, Yao Xuan donned the most eerie ghost robe from Yuxiu Palace, disguising himself as a ghostly Taoist, and headed toward the largest auction houses in Wang City.

The large cart was packed with heads; the male educated youths trailed sparsely behind it. Guo Jiefang searched everywhere for Niu Jianjun but couldn’t find him. When Li Yuanchao caught up from behind, he asked, “Eyeglasses, have you seen the fat guy?”