Volume One, Chapter Ninety-One: Drawing Closer

In the villa district, everyone stared dumbstruck at the man laden with bag after bag.

In their minds, when one invited guests for a meal, one always went to a restaurant. So why was it happening in his own living room?

"Is this kid planning to cook for us himself?" Huang Banxian asked uncertainly.

"Looks like it. Can he cook?" Ding Dang was also unsure, then turned to Jiang Xiaorou.

"I have no idea either. We only met a few days ago," Jiang Xiaorou said, equally bewildered.

For some reason, however, the silent man beside Bai Yanxi, whom he had once thought all style and no substance, gave him a far more terrifying feeling than Bai Yanxi ever had.

The crowd began to murmur among themselves, but the gist was the same: as long as Magistrate Fang was there, everyone felt at ease and full of vigor for whatever they did.

After walking a little farther, Lin Hao suddenly saw a bright light ahead. Then he noticed two men there, as if they were tinkering with something.

No matter how confident Lin Leyan was, he could tell that this time Bai Yanxi truly had no intention of having anything to do with him.

"At a little past two in the afternoon, I had just come back from the fields when I heard someone shouting that the Shi house was on fire. That was no small matter, so I hurried over, and through the crack in the window I saw smoke pouring out," An Xianwei said.

"May I ask whether this humble one's little handiwork has satisfied you, Elder?" Xin Shao said with a smile, her pair of large eyes gleaming in the darkness like two luminous pearls.

After washing herself clean, Murong Jiu swam ashore, wrapped herself in a pelt, and went back to look, but found nothing at all.

He could naturally see that Mo Yan'er’s eyes were full of utter desolation, a kind of despair so deep that not a trace of the will to live remained in her heart.

With the larger situation at hand, Madam Han had no choice but to lower her head, set aside the dignity of her elders, and treat Xiao Zhileng with great cordiality.

After entering the palace, I trained even harder in astrology and medicine, no longer merely for my mother’s last wish. But I never imagined that the birth of Liang Mu would shatter the smooth life I might otherwise have had.

Eh? What the hell was that? Staring at that familiar figure, I gaped in astonishment. What kind of joke was this?

Zhao Jing instinctively shifted his defense over, like pigeons suddenly swarming toward grain scattered in the square by Zhao Ruofeng.

"If Your Lordship refuses, I shall not rise!" Mi Zhu turned his head away, like a stubborn ox.

"I think you must have forgotten to mention something, haven't you?" I looked at him with a smile that did not reach my eyes.

Xuan Wanqing looked at Zhuang Jian with admiration. His decisiveness exceeded even her expectations. After all, this touched the ultimate power of the plane, yet Zhuang Jian still had the courage to take a chance. With his strength, it was a little like an egg striking a stone, but his will was nonetheless worthy of praise.

Onstage, two rock singers used a heavy-metal accompaniment to ignite the atmosphere; it was explosive, and the visuals were excellent as well.

Then the question was: with the era of his rebirth drawing ever nearer, the remaining time on the cheat granted by Heaven was growing ever shorter.

Huangfu Yichen hauled Wang Dashao down from the sickbed, and one glance was enough to show that the fellow bore not the slightest wound at all. The so-called broken ribs and severe concussion were nothing but nonsense.

He and Jiang Wanyi had been in the village together for some time, but in Lu Yu’s view, the two of them were little more than a ride shared in passing; they were nowhere near close enough for a truly intimate exchange of troubles.

So Leng Bingning let go of Zhutian Fan’s arm, then pretended not to know anything and comforted him with a frosty expression.

Cheng Dongqing had drunk quite a bit that night. In the middle of it, he had come into the courtyard to relieve himself and no longer remembered what he had said, when he suddenly felt that he had caught a strange scent.

A white-coated researcher standing nearby could not help opening the conversation, hoping to ease the tense atmosphere.

When Mila learned of this, she flew into a rage and unexpectedly performed beyond her usual limits, breaking through her own ceiling and becoming stronger with every fight. Her progress was remarkable.