Chapter 116: Watch Your Tongue

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Fu Chen sat with his legs crossed, fingers lightly tapping his thigh, his dark eyes filled with brooding gloom.
"President Sun, truly a man of business," he remarked.
"Indeed... not sparing my wife any courtesy at all."
A low, chilling voice slipped from the man's thin lips, the playful tone both sensuous and crisp.
President Sun now felt a prickling sensation at the back of his neck. Having collaborated with Fu Chen many times before, he was well aware of Fu Chen’s methods; if Fu Chen wanted to make life difficult for someone, he had a hundred ways to do it.
Earlier, blinded by greed, he had underestimated the depth of Fu Chen’s relationship with his wife, mistakenly thinking Fu Chen wouldn’t intervene in this matter.
"President Fu, I only said that to stabilize my wife’s emotions—after all, this matter is still..."
Striding briskly into the rice paddies, he fixed his gaze on a figure—none other than the woman he had tirelessly sought. Soaked through, her feet sunk into the muddy fields, her body leaning against the sloping ridge of the embankment. Her cheeks were pale with a bluish tint; her dark hair, drenched by rain, clung to her face and neck.
The holy light hovered mid-air; Wang Ming’s brows furrowed tightly, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. Controlling all the holy light was no easy task.
"Kill him! Kill him!" Everyone was seething with righteous fury, desperate to take down Kimura Ken on the arena.

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Ni Zhenglin’s expression improved slightly but remained displeased, feeling as if his prized cabbage had been trampled by pigs. Even if the resources in hand were wasted, he refused to feed them to pigs—it gnawed at his conscience.
Meanwhile, Wang Ming moved suddenly; in a flash, he appeared before Bu Qingyu, who didn’t even have a chance to unleash his martial soul.
Looking upward, the large cavern opening shone brightly, casting a beam of light that faintly illuminated the dark cave.
She could only watch helplessly, caring for him as best she could. But beyond that, what could she really do? Even if she wanted to act, there was little she could accomplish.
"I truly do not know him. Maybe there’s been a mistake; perhaps he’s looking for another Zhao Yun," Zhao Yun frowned and said.
Lin Lan’s suspicion naturally echoed in the eyes of Long Yuan and Su Jianyu. For a moment, all three locked their gazes on her, making her feel as if she had a thorn lodged deep in her back—an unavoidable discomfort.
Li Yuan also replaced the magazine on his AK and scavenged five or six fully loaded magazines from bodies on the ground. Like a gardener, he found a sturdy cover and replenished the bullets in his emptied pistol magazines.
Dragon Soul Water is a super elixir crafted mainly from the soul of a dragon. A single drop can cause one’s soul power to surge exponentially. A whole bottle? Its value is simply priceless.
Well... although such noble-sounding actions are mixed with heavy selfishness, let’s put that aside for now.
Due to various unforeseen circumstances, the story of Zhang Wei, Yayin Gongyu, and Luo Tianyi couldn’t be completed as expected. No, there’s no point dwelling on it anymore. It’s over—everything.

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Zhou Zhibo said nothing, not even managing to wipe the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He knew several of his bones were broken.
Clearly, it was a bloodthirsty demon, but the problem was that it killed invisibly, making its presence undetectable.
Since Xiao Ze’s principal wife, Consort Pei, had passed away ten years ago while serving as Crown Princess, the palace had remained without an empress. Thus, Xiao Ziqing privately referred to Consort Zhang as "Mother."
A hundred meters behind the youth, another young man who looked almost identical shouted loudly and waved at him.
Le Zhenglong drank a mouthful of thin porridge, then picked up a few peanuts with his chopsticks and chewed thoughtfully.
After entering, Tuoba Shen didn’t rush to seek out the secret chambers. After all, even in acting, one must be professional! When encountering Daoist altars, one burns incense; when facing temples, one bows to the Buddha. He planned to pay respects to several Buddhas first.
It was likely that the original Ye Xinxin had essentially depended solely on Ye Mu, which spoiled her somewhat, leading to such remarks.
Ma Ji was shocked to see Mada Hua’s terrible condition, drenched in blood. He cast a glance at the Qiongqi beast, which, baring its massive jaws, surprisingly smiled at him.