Chapter 39

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“Vivi, sway a little harder. I’m really enjoying this,” Lin Zimu said, staring lecherously at Li Vivi’s flushed face.

Junjun was happily squirming in his father Taotao’s arms, gazing at the unfamiliar scenery.

“Looking at this bustling city, I suddenly feel as though I’ve wandered into the human world by mistake—as if I don’t really belong here,” she said wistfully.

Perhaps to those still taking part in auditions, Li Lingyue—who had entered show business two years earlier—was their senior. Yet the entertainment industry ranked people by popularity.

Wei Guo rolled down the car window and saw that a villager had thrown a log across the already narrow mountain road.

When Dongmei heard that Wang Peng and Zhang Ru had settled things and were about to marry, she was sincerely happy for Wang Xue’e.

“Teacher, can dragon blood really remain in someone’s stomach for that long?” Compared with Cheese, Youni was being far more practical. What they needed was dragon blood, not a creature that had absorbed dragon blood. The two were fundamentally different.

“Impossible. Someone like him has no way to choose his own marriage,” Jiang Ning immediately shook his head.

“Looks like you’re the exception.” Jiang Ning thought of the Mei family on the ground floor, and of what Hu Bing had once told him. For the sake of their two children, the Mei couple had paid an unimaginable price.

Suxue was once again so furious with Mu Yunqing that she nearly exploded. Her chest heaved violently, its generous curves rising and falling with her emotions. The boys who happened to notice could not help blushing; some were even more direct, spurting blood from their noses before fainting on the spot.

Jiang Zhenren nodded, and the two of them began recalling the past. The Chen Family Clay-Pot Congee shop had been a must-visit for every student at their school. Later, however, something happened to the owner’s family, and the shop was transferred to someone else. At the time, they were in the final term of ninth grade. By the time they learned that the Chen Family would be closing, it was already the shop’s last day of business.

The car stopped beneath an apartment building in the central business district. Uncle Ming did not answer her question until the two of them were seated opposite each other in a café.

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In the face of that overwhelming presence, only Wang Siliang and his subordinates were largely unaffected. His men gazed at him fervently, as though they were looking upon a god.

Against anyone else, he might still have had a chance to fight. But against the Dragon God, all he could do was submit to slaughter.

Over the years, he had secretly given the Bai family countless benefits, helping the Bai sisters enter the upper circles of society.

Listening to Ziwei’s repeated sobs, Jiang Bai felt certain that his cousin’s brain must have suffered an unprecedented blow.

“Mom, you always know exactly which sore subject to bring up. He has something important to return for,” Yin Lian explained bitterly.

Ginger Candy Isn’t Spicy followed the road up the slopes on either side, eventually reaching the pool beside the first boss. With a Soaring Leap, he sprang into the air, then used a double jump to land on the walkway.

“You black brute, do not be so arrogant! Do you know my great general, Huchuquan?” The general emerged from the battle formation, galloping like the wind with awe-inspiring might. Brandishing his red-backed steel saber, he charged straight at Dian Wei.

An Bochen nodded, then shook his head again. “Tell me, will the future of Dakuang truly become as the prophetic verse foretold?”

Lord Jiuchen’s schemes unfolded like a chain of interlocking rings. Even after the upheaval at the Witch Temple, the next stage of his plot continued at full speed, though no one knew where it would ultimately lead.

Mingsi was delighted as well, but there was still a fifty percent chance of disappointment. She did not dare show too much, fearing that Rong Lie might be disappointed when the time came.

“Besides, is this Great Prophet favoring his disciple, or is he truly unable to find him?” Long Yi asked.

Zhao Yiyan hurriedly washed and dressed, snatched up her bag and keys, and rushed downstairs. Su Zhi’s car was already waiting below.

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Whether willingly or unwillingly, they had fought the child-shaped evil creature many times. Although they had been at a disadvantage every time, they had at least managed to avoid injury. But then Bao Datong suddenly came down with this strange illness, and the situation abruptly became grave.

Gao Zhi cleared it away in time. The forty-nine strands of azure energy had already weakened to an alarming degree, becoming almost completely transparent. Facing so many powerful opponents, Gao Zhi discovered that he had no technique capable of fighting them.

Speaking of Second Brother, Li Liheng walked over from the elevator. He had just finished a three-way conference and was still holding several contracts. He strode forward with his head held high, the smile on his face growing increasingly sinister.

A gust of icy, sinister wind suddenly swept out of nowhere, engulfing every corner of the surrounding area.

“Good!” Wu Bupang shouted. Everyone was beaming with delight, yet none of them turned around. Their tiger-like eyes brimmed with tears. They had heard so much over the years. Though they were a team, they had never once been able to contribute.

Watching this diligent young lord of Zhao, Mingyue was left speechless. He was a rare, guileless young master—and yet he was the very person obstructing her.

Just as with Wang Shoucai earlier, if his hand had not been inflamed, it would never have produced that effect.

During this period, she could feel the approving gazes that Mo Nishang and Zhao Changle directed toward her. Zhuo Tianfeng had been right about one thing: she possessed the same pride as Mo Nishang and Zhao Changle. Yet she had not allowed that pride to drive her into doing anything foolish. Instead, she had gained two good friends.

“Daddy!” Xiahou Lin answered without the slightest hesitation. But the moment he heard himself say it, he sensed that something was wrong.

Unlike King Xiang of Qi, who had wavered indecisively between Qin and Zhao, Queen Junwang was firmly devoted to the Huang-Lao ideal of governing through non-action and tranquility. She had her own distinctive views on how a state should be ruled and how it should deal with foreign countries, and this new policy required people she trusted to carry it out.

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