Chapter 100: The Arrival of Mu Zichen

“Hm? What’s wrong with Jiujiu?” Mu Tingye pondered for a moment, then smiled knowingly and spoke softly.

“Uncle Tingye, please don’t ignore me anymore. Let’s be just like we used to.” The girl took a few steps forward, leaned into Mu Tingye’s embrace, her face pale.

Listening to the unease in her voice, Mu Tingye’s heart ached, yet he did not regret what he had said in the car. His precious one needed to quickly become aware of her feelings for him; otherwise, when he finally acted, she would be unable to accept it.

Gone was the composure he once commanded with ease—now he was impatient to possess her, to make her his woman and sever all...

“Alright, we’ll take him away from here.” At last, Bai Shaozi nodded lightly. The moment he left the palace, he told himself that no matter whether Tangtang was right or wrong, he would accept her. Even if she was wrong, he would forgive her.

Kalan walked up to her, less than half a step away. He lowered his head and lifted Jiang Lan’s chin, scrutinizing her closely.

The whale’s “frenzy” appeared to others as the beast’s renewed madness, with the danger level soaring. Without Holland’s “tofu palm” and with the tranquilizer guns completely ineffective, the guards’ hopes rested entirely on the two people in the sea.

To say they were watching was perhaps an overstatement; at this point, Pan Yuhong and his companions could see only the creature’s eye, its full form obscured. Just one eye was enough to block their entire view.

Whenever someone praised Lin Chen, a fleeting joy would flash across those brows and eyes.

I managed to escape, yet lay gravely wounded on the ground. The adult, seeing how severe my injuries were, sealed my demon aura with magic and bound my body, insisting I stay put and not go out. From where I was, I sensed the Cat King sent others to look for me, but the adult stopped them.

The director was taken aback; Lin Chen’s words made it clear he did not wish to answer. Then, realizing it might be a matter of privacy, he shook his head with a bitter smile and dropped the question.

“Who would’ve thought you’d know so much in detail? You must have been planning this for quite some time,” Nangong He, who had remained silent, sneered.

He pulled out his phone and sent a message to a few friends on the school basketball team, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

This time, Lin Chen was to sit beside her as soon as he arrived. If he wasn’t interested in her, what was it? He was still pretending—wasn’t this just playing hard to get? She saw through it all too clearly.

In the end, Fatty decided to go himself, relying on his astonishing web of informants to pinpoint the exact location of the Yang Fire.

General Ye and Panda did not immediately agree, nor did they refute; both were deep in thought.

Honestly, he had no idea how to pass the second test. He hadn’t prepared any so-called forging materials, and even if he tried to copy Jeff from the Hawk family, he couldn’t produce any rare items like the Sleeping Fire Lotus.

Given Yu Han’s family background, it was likely her sisters’ families were also well-off. If she found it hard to part with her sisters, perhaps they would go abroad together.

The townspeople nearby were furious upon hearing these words, some shouting curses—“heartless,” “disgusting,” “too cruel”—and stones and sticks flew at them amidst the angry shouts. Shenlong Yu and Duzhu easily dodged them.

Renxi suddenly covered Meow Girl’s mouth and looked upward. A man was coming down from upstairs, following behind Fake Meow Girl. From his scent, Renxi could tell he was not a mud person.

With that, Luo Pei spread his golden wings and flew out the window of the seventh floor of the tree tower.

The scenery before me gradually cleared, and I finally understood—the ancient ghost from the Ming Dynasty was gone, and I would never again face those crimson eyes.

Thinking of Shamu’s constant pleading that night, she felt he cherished his life too much—how could he possibly commit suicide?