Chapter 147: You’re the Real “Geng Hua”

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Psychologically, she no longer wanted to continue. She didn’t want to keep shortchanging herself, or even force herself to do things she didn’t want to do.

“Your old man? More like an old bastard!” Gao Yuan said irreverently. He’d long been sick of the lecher. The man was a top expert in the Qi Refining Stage, and yet he’d stoop to something as despicable as drugging women with aphrodisiacs.

When Lin Yun had scanned the wooden cabin and its interior with his spiritual sense the day before, he’d been utterly speechless. Had these women come here to cultivate? Why did it look as though they’d come on vacation?

Song Yao hurriedly nodded. Qin Hao hoisted Wu Cuifen onto his back and ran downstairs. When Aunt Wang heard what had happened, she quickly called over a few neighbors from nearby and helped them carry Wu Cuifen into a taxi. At the same time, Qin Hao called Wang Huachi and asked him to help look after Wu Cuifen.

Feng Moxue was lying on her bed. She thought she could still smell the faint trace of Lü Xuyang on it. She didn’t dare think about it any longer, and could only wrap herself more tightly in the blanket.

“Idiot.” Seeing her pale face and trembling legs, Chu Xuanye cursed her, furious and worried.

Ye Tang led Gao Yuan into the stone chamber. A quaint wooden box still sat on the stone table. Gao Yuan smiled at Ye Tang. “You’re the lucky one. You open it.” Ye Tang smiled, stepped forward, lifted the box, and opened its lid.

Even when the first rampage occurred, the Arcane Empire had been caught unprepared and had no idea how to respond. It had taken three veteran legendary arcanists to subdue the test subject.

A hard fact lay before him: once he arrived in the capital, he would inevitably be drawn into the maelstrom of power struggles. There was no avoiding it. If he tried to bury his head in the sand, he would be ruthlessly cast aside. If he wanted to rise above the rest, he would have to seize his chance carefully—or he might end up even worse off, like a bird shot for sticking its head out.

Still, Li Run’s face bore little trace of arrogance. When he looked at his younger brothers, Li Chensun and Li Yousun, his gaze was gentle and casual. It was clear that he got along well with them.

Old Sheng’an Town had stood farther southwest, at the foot of the mountains. One year, heavy rain caused a flash flood that buried more than a dozen houses. Later, under the town chief’s leadership, Sheng’an was moved to its present location, nearly ten miles from the old site.

The kindly old face of Nightmare Wizard Merlin hovered in the skies above the royal city of Wales, smiling as he gazed down at the prosperous city in the midst of its festivities. His deep, murky eyes were impossible to read, yet filled with a profound malice.

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A bloodthirsty aura suddenly burst from Feli’er. Her soft pink hair floated strand by strand in the air, and a layer of bloodlust clouded her dark blue eyes.

Since fate had given Feng Xiaochen a chance to start over, he naturally wouldn’t let the same thing happen again. After thoroughly considering every obstacle to developing the large-scale fertilizer equipment, he concluded that only a concerted national effort could overcome the challenge at a stroke.

“If that’s the case, then, Mr. Bao, Director Feng, let our factory discuss the matter further. We’ll give you an answer afterward. How does that sound?” Long Jianping said.

“If Mr. Vic’s intelligence is correct, we don’t have enough combat strength,” Blake said, analyzing the situation calmly.

“Hmph. What’s wrong with dressing like this? It just shows that Mr. Mai is a low-key man,” someone said indignantly.

Brother Dong had been in this line of work for a long time. He knew his way around handling this sort of thing.

Seeing the situation, Ran Qing realized that Wan Yue really did have something to discuss with her. Thinking of what had just happened by the woods, she understood: it must be about the Crown Prince of Nanshao coming to Dongyun to propose marriage. She decided to go see the girl. Before leaving, she instructed Lühe that if anyone came to Fengran Palace with an imperial decree, she should immediately send someone to Xishan Palace to find her.

As Yun Bing grilled the fish, she added some nectar and sprinkled on a little salt. The nectar and salt mingled, and the salt quickly evaporated, leaving behind only a hint of saltiness. The fish became even more delicious.

The elegant, impeccably dressed gentleman knelt before her on one knee. Tenderly, he slipped off her high heels and rubbed her ankles.

A Boeing airliner lay on the tarmac like a giant. The flight attendants’ burgundy uniforms and checked scarves made them look especially radiant.

At some point, the two of them had begun addressing each other as “you” and “I.” Mengyu thought it was better this way. Whenever she referred to herself by name, she felt a chill run through her; it sounded so fake.

But there was something strange about it. First, if Yun Bing had become a puppet, her soul should have been taken from her. Yet she didn’t seem to have lost her soul.

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At the same time, Third Brother slowly raised his foot and subtly blocked the newcomer’s path. A dagger had appeared in his hand, and his eyes were cold and menacing.

They looked at each other, then suddenly burst out laughing. Their laughter swept away the awkwardness between them.

After all, he was a member of the imperial family’s forces. The royal house couldn’t simply let Ye Qiu kill him without reacting. For a time, undercurrents stirred within the imperial court, and Ye Qiu’s name reached the ears of many as a young powerhouse of China.

So Kazama Kangetsu didn’t meet force with force. Instead, he chose to avoid the brunt of the attack. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure swayed, and like a ghost, he vanished from the spot.

Chen Teng had been about to say that God was a birdman, but then remembered he was in a foreign country, where most people believed in God. If he called God a birdman, he might provoke everyone.

As he spoke, the four of them felt a sudden gust of wind rush toward them. In the next instant, all four cried out in pain. Just like their two companions before them, each had a hand severed by Ye Qiu.

Chu Tian hadn’t been in this bedroom for many years. According to the memories of this body, the last time he had been there was before her mother left.

It seemed he had to break through. He was on the verge of losing control, and the only way to suppress it was to break through immediately.