Chapter 55: The Tight-Lipped Simp

Shang Hejing's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this, making it impossible for Xu Tanxi to tell whether he remembered or had forgotten.

The air fell silent, and Shang Hejing did not reply.

Xu Tanxi felt that this topic seemed a bit awkwardly initiated, and in her haste, she pressed on.

"Do you still remember what it was?"

She had no ulterior motive in asking this; she was simply trying to break the awkward silence and make conversation.

However, as these words fell into Shang Hejing's ears, they took on an entirely different meaning.

Just as the fortress was about to be built all the way to Hotuala, would Huang Taiji really be finished just like that? Of course not! How could a hero of an era fall so easily? He still had one final move up his sleeve, though he preferred not to use it unless absolutely necessary.

Sometimes, the sunlight streamed in, casting a yellowish hue across the tabletop much like the warm glow of an orange-yellow light bulb at night, bringing a sense of warmth. Yet, with that obnoxious person gone, Zhou Rongrong felt a subtle sense of awkwardness.

The theoretical possibility of the Flash Wolves advancing depended on them squeezing out SSG. As compatriots, the commentators naturally hoped for such an outcome.

In the brilliantly lit metropolis, the aged buildings behind the train station resembled shadows cast upon the city.

In the eyes of these people, however, that cat was the true legend. Throughout the long passage of time, it was the first beast they had ever encountered or heard of that had stepped into the sea of magic.

If things were to go on as usual and turn out to be yet another shoddy construction project, Yang Xu thought to himself that he would simply have to bleed a little from his own pocket this time.

Such words were hardly fitting for her to utter, and the implication carried a certain extremism. Yet, to the Emperor at present, they felt as comforting as a sip of hot broth in the cold, soothing the depths of his heart.

A violent tempest churned the river's surface, causing the entire expanse to heave as if determined to turn the riverbed upside down.

By the sixth day, four million copies had been printed. Those publishers grew frantic, desperately scrambling to find people to print endlessly, and finally managed to get through the crisis.

Yao Chuxi felt that her body had recovered reasonably well. Although there were still occasional twinges of pain, it felt much lighter than the first two days after childbirth when she hardly dared to move at all. Even when getting up in the middle of the night, she had required three or four maids like Luyu to support and carry her, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to take a single step.

Old Wu from the kitchen walked in while Kou Zhan stepped out through the back door into the courtyard, finding a corner to sit down before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

Vines and grasses were also taken away by Xuanqingzi, who claimed that two big boys could never properly take care of their junior sister and that he would only feel at ease having her by his side.

Even so, it was already enough to leave everyone astounded, spreading his reputation as a prodigy far and wide across Xiaoling until none remained who did not know of him.

As the matter was thoroughly cleared up, the atmosphere at home relaxed accordingly. Afterward, Du Fei went to the back courtyard to find Wu Jinlin, first thanking him before taking his family to see him off to the front door.

Lin Shaonan's arrogance instantly vanished; with a cold snort, he brushed off Su Yuan's wrist and retreated toward the old lady's side.

Before anyone else had even made a fuss, this boss had voluntarily offered extra compensation. If everyone were to band together and raise a ruckus, wouldn't they be able to secure even more?

His upper garment was torn to shreds, with the remaining strips of fabric and his trousers stained with blood everywhere. Due to successive frights and a whole day of starvation, he looked utterly listless and in a state of extreme disarray.

"Mo Siyuan, what have you been up to? You wouldn't happen to be plotting something behind the scenes again, would you?" Hmph, clearly not even staying by Feiran's side for the entire day, what right did he have to judge them! Seeing that Mu Mengya had been frightened, Jian Lehai felt somewhat angry, the glare he directed at Mo Siyuan brimming with provocation.

Seemingly unpretentious, those with a discerning eye could tell that the wood used for the furniture was the rare and uncommon red sandalwood of the present day, which possessed the property of calming the mind and refreshing the intellect.

It could ignore space and distance; even seated from this far away, he could still clearly manipulate the power within Huang Xiuqi's body.

The wedding procession consisted simply of a few dozen guards, perfectly matching Li Feng's low-key personality.