Chapter 85: The Ex-Boyfriend

“Are you going to eat?” Lin Lu asked.

“What do you think?”

After serving him all night without a break, now she was asking if he wanted to eat—as if he were made of iron.

The three walked together toward the restaurant.

Xu Yancheng was picky and showed some distaste for the shabby, old eatery.

“Can’t we just…”

On November 8th, Fox released its global list of the wealthy. Feng Yiming ranked 215th, and at twenty-four years old, broke several records.

“I said the same thing—my brother is handsome, don’t be jealous. But I have to tell you, you want to live here, right? Fine, but you must promise me one thing,” Lin Xiaofan said to him.

When practicing driving, Li Lin felt time pass very slowly, but he still had to train seriously. Though he could pull some strings and obtain a license with ease, he refused to do so, wanting to take responsibility for his own life and not cut corners.

For now, there were other matters, so Li Lin wasn’t in a hurry to redeem anything. Instead, he checked his backpack to see what he had brought back from the Ladder Tournament.

Feng Mountain stood right in the center of Fengxian Town. If the volcano erupted, Fengxian Town would surely suffer.

The Empress was someone Li Zehua could have called a fellow cultivator in his previous life. Though supreme and powerful, she shared his compassion. Their similar natures fostered a good relationship. But hearing one of her disciples slander like this, Li Zehua nearly drove his sword through her throat.

At Wan Hua’s command, a series of heavy, muffled gunshots rang out, unmistakably loaded with real firepower.

“What? Lu wants to become a chess assistant?” Lady Qian’s face instantly filled with surprise.

Meanwhile, below, those who had been monitoring Lin Xiu’s data now found themselves puzzled.

Although the three Martial Saints expanded their ‘Circle,’ the black dragon’s charge sent them flying.

Wang Shichong realized this wouldn’t do, but couldn’t think of a better method. So he gave up, hiding out in the palace and pushing all affairs onto his subordinates. The order under his rule deteriorated day by day.

They could all imagine that if their actions tonight at the Evening Rouge were casually mentioned by Su Mubai at home, tightening their belts for the next year would be inevitable.

The Emperor coughed violently, blood spurting from his mouth. Wang Cheng'en hurried forward to support Chongzhen and was about to call for the imperial physician when Zhu Youjian stopped him.

Just as Tang Kexin laughed softly and Han Yichen was secretly pleased, a sudden force slammed into him, so fierce that even as he realized what was happening, he couldn’t resist.

Yang Chao recalled suddenly—Zhu Changfu, wasn’t that the name he had just seen? He seemed to be Liao Yanan’s teammate, and they had retired together.

“I am Yiming. My name is Xi Yiming!” Xi Yiming looked at her, drenched through, and immediately returned to pick up the umbrella he’d dropped earlier, holding it over Su Qing’s head.

After the suction force vanished, the gaping hole returned to its former tranquility, as if nothing had ever happened and all was as it had been.

She knew her husband had suffered another nightmare last night. As long as the situation failed to improve, the emperor’s torment would never cease. Thus, seeing Zhu Youjian’s strong reaction, Empress Zhou was not surprised.

The turmoil caused by Zhang Mengyu’s initiative to switch seats was a heavy blow for He Zhiyuan, who had remained listless ever since.

Yin Ning merely tapped his finger and halted the huge black mark flying toward him in midair. His expression darkened as he looked at the wild corpse, who, as if victorious, beat its chest with both fists and issued a taunting roar.