Chapter 49: Jealousy

This is a punishment from the gaming world.
Using the classic method of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, the rest of the players who wanted to voice their objections were suddenly reduced to complete silence, shrinking their necks and not daring to say another word.
Ji Chenling lowered his gaze, just as he was about to toss the person in his hand aside, he caught a warning look from Lu Xi’s direction.
Ji Chenling: "..."
Fine.
He would listen to her.
Helping the person back to his feet, Ji Chenling immediately withdrew his hands.
Gu Yun stood there in a daze for a few moments.
"Senior Sister Gu, Yu Feifan is inside the Refining Fire Pool, isn't he?" Yi Cai'er stood atop a long sword, looking across at Zhao Qian'er with an arrogant expression.
Bai Ye devoutly kowtowed. No one noticed that the four sacred statues quietly shifted away from his kowtow, as if an unseen force in the netherworld had shaken the sacred idols.
He prepared to digest the meal in his stomach and sleep in this mountain ravine, waiting until dawn before entering the Fire Phoenix Mountain Range. By the time he returned home, Nan Feng's anger should have mostly subsided.
Were all of these truly not deliberately arranged? Really not? No, no, I surrender, it's a coincidence, isn't it a coincidence already! Will you ever finish?
Originally, he had intended to lay low until the very end to engage in the ultimate decisive battle with the strongest competitor, but now he had no idea how many proud talents had come here seeking trouble for him out of admiration.
Shen Yan gave decisive instructions, filled with worry and apprehension. She was unwilling to waste even a single second. At that moment, Shen Ye lifted his hand to check his watch; it was already ten-thirty. When he dropped off Princess Hua Ying, it had only been seven o'clock.
Sheng Jiaming had not touched his chopsticks at this moment. He had just finished eating that single dish of food, and truly had no appetite left. Although his stomach had been completely empty before, just eating that tiny morsel instantly made him feel overly full, as if he didn't need to eat anything else at all.
"Hey, we're talking about the crucial point here, stop staring at that handsome guy for now. Anyway, he won't belong to you later either. Why don't you go down there later and ask for his WeChat?" Mai Ya said.
However, with the unearthing of several large ancient tombs, people discovered that the stories told by the Third Uncle were actually true, leading everyone to suspect that he possessed the ability to foresee the future.
Yet the broken porcelain cup that had just splashed onto Li You's feet earlier had not been cleared away. Her gaze fell upon those fragments, falling into a dazed trance.
"Shangguan Hailan is not a deeply scheming person, and he can be considered affectionate and righteous. If he is willing to atone for Yang Xie and wholeheartedly contribute to the development of Jianning Prefecture, you should spare him this once and not treat him as an enemy. Can you do that?" Xuan Shao looked at Lu Mingyang and asked.
Mother Xu had no choice but to leave the main entrance of Chunhua Tower, looking back every three steps, and returned to the courtyard together with Mu Qingqing, who was waiting outside.
However, from Wang Haoming's perspective, it was one thing for the bronze tower to be well-preserved, but for the wooden base underneath to also remain in such pristine condition was enough to arouse suspicion.
Black Bitter Sister dropped the soft sword in her hands, covered her face with both hands, and stared tearfully at Zhao Zixian while biting her lips in silence.
There were a dozen other workers around, all arranged in advance by Zheng Mengting, just waiting for Wang Haoming to arrive so construction could begin.
"A blind cat running into a dead mouse?" His cold, mocking remark caused Tang Long's inner displeasure to steadily rise. Since you don't believe brother has this ability, I'll just have to show you how awesome brother truly is.
Qiao Qing subconsciously pushed Yan Tan away, pressed her lips tightly together, and scooped up Sizhe in a tight embrace. "Sizhe, why did you get up? Did you have a nightmare?" Her face was as red as fire; she hadn't expected her son to wake up at this moment, nor had she expected him to witness this scene.
Without any hesitation, Tang Long swiftly wielded a surgical knife to incise the subcutaneous fat of the deceased's red rash. The moment the incision was made, a major discovery emerged: the deceased exhibited subcutaneous hemorrhaging.
Brother Mao also recognized the background of these people, and his once arrogant face instantly turned pale.
As for why he was kidnapped, Cang Long didn't want to ask. No matter what reasons his biological uncle might have, he had no right to tear apart his family and dictate his life.