Chapter 57 It Was Not Me

(1/3)
Seeing a group clearly from the city lord’s mansion arriving at their doorstep, the guards were obviously flustered. Yet, when they saw Huang Zhixian, they were somewhat confused—after all, does a city lord really need to be so courteous to me?
I pulled a ruby from my pocket. With my master absent, this was the only thing I could rely on now.
“Yes.” Tao Ye and Hui’er had already prepared the meals, but since their master had been asleep, they hadn’t dared to disturb him. Now, upon receiving orders, they hurriedly laid out the dishes.
Han Chuanlong gave a cryptic smile, then turned and left, casually greeting Mu Yuan Kang, who had just arrived.
In her silence, Huang Shu slowly lowered his head, his broad forehead shading his eyes, making it hard for Lan Buyuan to see clearly.
“Everyone’s here, so I won’t beat around the bush. I’ve called you all here to discuss the affairs of this household.” The matriarch had recovered somewhat over the past few days of rest; sitting with a cold expression, she exuded great authority.
Anran’s already ugly face grew even more displeased; she looked at Old Li with icy eyes.
On a shabby table, cigarettes were scattered about—obviously even the patrol captain couldn’t afford boxed commercial cigarettes.
“Oh, you really remember everything,” Zhang Qin asked a few more questions. Seeing Feng Yun answer them all, she sent Feng Yun to the Feng family. With many children and a strained household, the Feng family warmly led her into the kitchen when Zhang Qin expressed interest in testing Feng Yun’s aptitude as an apprentice.
“Sister Tian, why don’t you freshen up first…” Chen Yu’s gaze flickered nervously, stammering awkwardly.
That item must not be seen by Wei Qing. Although he had overheard, he must never witness it with his own eyes.
Everyone only saw the red combat mech suddenly leap up, executing a graceful jump, extending its long legs, and delivering a kick aimed at the breathing light of the original model—its eyes.
Xie Pingting seemed to know something; unable to get any information from Wu Mama, she planned to ask Xie Pingting herself.

(2/3)
Sure enough, Wu Qingzhi arrived just as Old Madam Chen entered the side hall and took a seat—yet surprisingly, she was accompanied by Zhang Qingyu.
Five people in total—two doctors and three apprentices—upon seeing Liang Chenxiao suddenly appear, all knelt down abruptly, trembling all over.
She envied the bond they shared, but she also knew that she had now become part of this group.
Yet, half a year later during winter break, when she saw Wen Liangchu again, she realized she had never truly forgotten him.
In this vast world, there are always people better than others; countless men excel beyond him.
Kou Shizhi had an only son, Kou Xichao, aged twenty-four, childhood playmate of Yan Jiaojiao, with whom he shared a close relationship. Four years ago, Kou Xichao’s fiancée was pushed into the water by Yan Jiaojiao and was bitten by a white-spotted water snake. The poison entered her womb, rendering her infertile for life. As a result, Yan Jiaojiao was expelled from Kou Shizhi’s sect.
Under the blazing sun, two figures stood opposed, their disciples and soldiers eyeing each other from afar. Standing in the grand dojo, watching the opposing pair, no one dared move without orders.
A jade slip floated high above Soul Burial Ridge, suddenly radiating golden light that bathed the entire ridge. The previously dim ridge was now outlined more clearly under the golden glow.
Having been cheated once, the Sky-swallowing Battle Wolf roared angrily as the puppet advanced again. Its body glowed as if it had absorbed the moonlight on a full moon night, turning its already pale form translucent.
Qiao Yang glanced at him and suddenly smiled, opening her mouth to eat, feeling a warmth in her heart.
The examiners were indeed stricter, but it was also an undeniable fact that the IGO’s standards for five-star chefs were on an entirely different level.
Hearing Jian Mo’s cold snort, Zhu Fugui stopped and likely sensed the silent exasperation of the other mercenaries.
Nian Xin stepped closer to the solitary grave, staring unblinkingly at the disheveled Du Ting.

(3/3)
Xiao Hong stood up excitedly, cursing venomously, as if she wanted to unleash every curse she knew.
Ignoring the accusations against Dongfang Yewang, Wu Dao signaled for others not to follow. At Crow City, Ye Yunfei and Zheng Quan dismissed all other staff and sealed every entrance and exit of the bar.
Qiu’er’s arrow pierced through Qin Zhiheng’s chest and abdomen. Now coughing up blood and barely holding on, Qin Zhiheng stared at the fallen peach wood chessboard, his mind hazy.
After Tang Luo’s earlier outburst, his attitude towards Han Ruobing changed significantly; he no longer dared to take liberties.
“That token was brought south by our benefactor and hidden in Sleeping Ox Mountain behind this village,” Yan Huai’an explained.
Liang Bo’s plan was one he firmly believed in; summoning the souls of the five beasts should make breaking the Ten Thousand Phenomena Soul Guidance Formation easy.
What was once a promising situation turned dire after Murong Lian of the Bear Cave ingested a sacred pill. Huo Qianqiu was on his last legs; Nangong Qiao died without a whole body, and Mu Long, long regarded as the eldest brother, was pierced through the heart by Murong Lian’s dagger.
The house, built with jade bricks and green tiles, lacked carved railings or jade inlays but possessed a unique charm. Especially nestled among the trees, it appeared elegant and refined.
“Why can’t I come?” the beautiful and charming Maggie interjected. Long Ci’s heart warmed, and his hand instinctively reached to pull her into his embrace.
On the wedding day, the weather was sunny and mild. The sea was calm, and the sky a brilliant blue, showing no sign of rain.