Chapter Ninety-Eight: You Want to Poison Me

Fu Chen’s deep pupils shimmered faintly with an unreadable light, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The two of them slowly made their way to the main entrance, and, just as Song Hui had expected, the reporters immediately abandoned everyone else and surged toward them in a horde.

Those microphones seemed ready to be shoved straight into Song Hui’s mouth.

“Mr. Fu, rumors online say the two of you are already divorced. Could you comment on that?”

“Miss Shen, how do you view what happened to Lin Yiqing?”

“Has your marriage in name already become marriage in name only?”

“Mr. Fu, is the child of Miss Lin yours...?”

Questions flooded toward them from every direction, while the flashing lights kept stinging Song Hui’s eyes...

“Sun Donghe, are you determined to make a scene?” Sun Simin frowned, never expecting to run into that jinx, Sun Donghe, the moment he arrived at the Sun residence.

If Jiang Ran’s treatment failed this time, then by the rules of Guangling, the position of hall master could only be handed over obediently.

Yun Mo stood with her legs together, gave a military salute, and then said nothing as she walked to her simulator station.

But after the burst of wild joy, George Walker felt a trace of unease. Realizing the other party was Chinese, he instantly grew somewhat tense.

Meng Feibai came back to his senses. After pushing up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, he ignored Ning Jiang’er’s puzzled expression and strode toward the electronic music stage not far away.

"Damn it!" Fox Fairy no longer remained calm. She hurled the gun hard to the ground and picked up the wire bullwhip again.

Qin Tian saw that he was competing under the name of Spirit Spring Village, just as had already been agreed.

Nan Xian felt that his own elder brother must have wanted to say something even more ruthless than this; leaving the latter half of the sentence to him was already an act of leniency.

At last everyone’s gaze fell upon Yehuo, the master of the Night Guard Palace. By then he was already locked in a fierce duel with Ji Yuan. When Ji Yuan’s Storm Rain Spear once again struck like a hail of spears and bullets, he used the Dragon-Slaying Split. For a “dragon knight,” that was an especially fitting killing move.

Qin Tian did not dare be careless. He threw out both fists at once, striking left and right to attack the two lean men separately.

At the end, he even added, “You’re not trying to take advantage of the teacher, are you?” provoking snickers all around.

“Later on, you’ll become famous too, and a whole crowd of fans will appear. You’d better be prepared,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

With it, no matter how fierce the blaze became or how thick the smoke grew, Dongfang Yuqin and her bodyguard would not wake in the middle of it, only to be reduced to ashes in the demonic flames.

At that moment, the rice cooker found Ji in the secret base. Through Feinuo, Tong scolded Ji mercilessly, while also making clear that Yuzuriha Inori had gone missing, and blamed all of it on Sakuraman Shu.

“That is to say, we only have one year left. After one year, we will be exposed, right?” the figure asked.

If Li Hao had not noticed the flickering of Lin Ya’s eyelashes, he would truly have thought she was asleep.

Li Hao placed several storage pouches in front of Hu Mei. When Hu Mei saw them, she said nothing, only looked at Li Hao with a complicated expression.

Every member of the Ye family who had blood ties to Ye Kai had, under Ye Xing’s handling, either already died or been pushed to the margins. From then on, they would never again have any chance to learn the Ye family’s techniques and spiritual arts, much less obtain the Ye family’s resources and assistance.

“All right. Since the Wolf Fang men are not dead, they certainly won’t abandon the mission. From here on, we need to move fast and finish this cleanly.”

At last the captain spoke. With a sharp bark, he silenced Glutton and Wolf-Crumpled alike, neither daring to interrupt.

In the desert, morning does not break until around half past eight, and the sun does not rise until nine.

The words had only just reached his lips when a chill ran down his spine, and meeting someone’s dark, sinister gaze, he forced them back down.

Shui Dongliu watched from the side, but a look of disgust appeared on his face, naturally repelled by Liu Jiajie’s sudden bearing and manner. As he spoke, Shui Dongliu’s fists rubbed together continuously, already showing signs that he was about to make a move.