Chapter Sixty-Nine: Deliberate

“If this child starts crying again, you can forget about sleeping in your bed tonight.” Qimei’s tone was laced with sarcasm as she shot the old man a glance. Although the boy usually got along well with the grumpy old man, as his grandmother, she doted on him deeply. He had already cried once—if he was made to cry again, the old man really shouldn’t expect to return to his room tonight.

The old man hadn’t expected this reaction. Why couldn’t they understand what he meant? “Then why call her anything else and not Auntie? Is Auntie leaving again? Didn’t we say Auntie would become Xiaowei’s mother from now on?” The child’s pitiful look was truly endearing. The old man nodded, grinning. In the past…

“What’s wrong?” Luo Xuan’s face stiffened, a hint of unease creeping in. Judging by Beichen’s expression, she knew things weren’t going well.

Passersby were eyeing the goods in the shop windows, unaware that just moments ago, over two hundred shops in Ginza had been booked in advance.

Chu Haotian shook his head at the hapless soul still burning on the ground. He had already guessed that these fellows had been drawn here by the demonic energy. It was no longer safe. Without hesitation, Chu Haotian and his companions vanished into the wilderness.

“He’s not dead yet; I still need to absorb his magic for a while longer.” The voice of Saint Pus echoed in Blue Crystal’s mind.

Lin Rui swiftly twisted the stranger’s wrist, but before he could speak, he felt a sharp blade press against his lower back.

Blue Crystal glanced at Black Ink with curiosity, wondering to herself: What else do you want? Or rather, what else could you possibly do?

Now she understood. Jiani nodded, her gaze settling on the one who made the suggestion—Laforte Quinn.

Lu Can bowed his head and sat down beside Yang Kun, his heart pounding wildly, not daring to look up again. The old man’s gaze was too piercing, as though he could see right through him.

To participate in political affairs—if they failed, there would be severe consequences. Did these three families truly have so much resolve?

Everyone from the Baoshan family had moved into Zhao Fang’s place, and with so much water involved, even Baoshan’s aunt hadn’t shown her face. This kinship was now well and truly severed.

And now? With both former and current partners gathered together, what was one to do? Who should stay, and who should go? Yet, it seemed inappropriate for him, as the host, to resolve this dilemma.

Moreover, Qin Shihuang had heard that the county was applying to designate the Songzhuang Forest Farm as a AAAA-level protected area. If Qin Shihuang wanted to buy it, it would be impossible—no one would sell, nor would anyone dare to.

Hearing Wang Liang’s words, she finally lifted her head. The prospect of Wang Liang wanting a divorce had hit her hard.

Song Ting produced the Dragon Scale Dagger from his waist, its sharp edge pressed against her snow-white neck. With the slightest force, a thin line of blood appeared, trickling down her skin.

In the commoners’ district, the residents’ spending power was low, yet there were plenty of merchants as shop rents were cheap. Even after paying the Iron Blade Gang their protection fees, the total costs were still less than running a business elsewhere.

Zhao Fan watched as Joey reached out to take his hand, only to hesitate halfway and draw back. Frowning, he pulled Joey into his arms.

Now Zhao Fan was faced with a difficult choice: to leave, or to stay.

Fan Zheng was also familiar with the renowned Dr. Stein, who had been the mastermind behind the recent joint mission, “Salvation Pagoda.” As for the Arcana Organization, to him, it was more of a legend.

Gu Fafamei and Liu Po Bimei were sipping the aged wine brewed by Su Yu, their cheeks flushed as they leaned over the edge of the hot spring.

The young man’s face was full of anger as he strode forward with a fierce aura; just a few paces from the arena, he suddenly stopped, reached out, and drew the Silver Carp Sword from where it was embedded in the ground.

Luo Ze set down the medicine box and went to wash his hands, while Gu Bing, at some point, had picked up a bowl of porridge and was leaning leisurely against the doorframe.

Dust greeted everyone with a smile, “Come, let’s eat. Don’t stand on ceremony. If our hospitality falls short, I ask for your understanding. Today, let’s take this chance to share a meal—not only to celebrate the New Year together, but also in hopes that afterward, everyone can focus their minds on the upcoming competition.”