Chapter 92: Mother and Son Scheme

Qi Ze had overturned every coffee table in the house.

“Xiao Ze, what on earth are you throwing a tantrum for?” Lin Yuzhi did not understand why her younger son was so furious.

“Mom, that cripple Qi Yan actually wants to send me to Africa for an inspection trip. I refuse to go to that place!” Qi Ze was seething.

“What? There are so many people in the company. Why would he send you to Africa for an inspection trip all of a sudden?” Lin Yuzhi also found it hard to believe that Qi Yan would do such a thing.

Bu Fan left the disciples’ quarters and moved silently through the night. An hour later, he finally found the location of the Celestial Prison. Beneath a sheer cliff, the prison was buried deep within.

The instant his uncle was named, his heart turned cold. He had always felt that his father and mother favored the third branch, but he had never imagined that, in their eyes, he was not even as worthy as the second branch.

Gu Sheng’s cool, detached attitude left Chen Fei, who had almost been trying to strike up a conversation with him, momentarily at a loss for words. No matter what he said to Gu Sheng, Gu Sheng seemed not to understand, his manner icy and indifferent, as though every punch landed on a wad of cotton, leaving Chen Fei unbearably stifled.

“Wait, when did I ever make it sound like I was forcing you all to admit it? I didn’t say that at all, did I?” Su Mu was utterly helpless. Was he really that frightening?

How had Zhou Xuefeng never known that Lin Yan was so particular? Could it be that constant closeness to the virtuous makes one better, and to the wicked worse? Had he been influenced by spending so long with Gu Sheng, who was so fastidious?

The shriek of the night wind was gradually swallowed by a blaze of white light. The sudden turn of events left Luo Wei ashen-faced.

It took more than ten seconds before the thirty-six casino owners finally erupted into cheers.

Su Nanshi and Liao Miaomiao both strongly agreed with him. Su Nanshi had long suspected as much, but had never been able to prove it with her own eyes.

Gou Rixin in the tree and Qiao Ming below it were in the same plight: one trapped in danger, the other desperately holding on through sheer acting skill. With countless ghosts blocking their way, neither knew how they could possibly escape.

Within the lower four realms, he was the universally recognized number one constable, Fan, and there were very few people here who could pose any threat to him.

In an instant, a fat man and a beggar were locked in a wrestling match, grappling like two professional wrestlers.

With that aura merging in, the speed of refining the body-tempering pill surged dramatically. Shen Longxuan stared blankly at the empty pill bottle.

Li Yi glanced around in surprise, then at his own hands, as though he could hardly believe it.

Three days later, in the grand hall of the Taiji Palace, Prince Yuan Tianmu of Shangdang requested that Yuan Zizhi be ennobled as a prince. No one in the court opposed it.

He could only throw out a hurried warning to retreat, then feint as though he would stab Zhang Xingyue from another angle. Yet just as Ling Yuan prepared to defend, he turned into a streak of yellow light and continued eastward.

As Chen Jingcang turned to leave, he saw on the paper window a graceful silhouette, cast by candlelight, slowly approaching the doorway. A faint smile tugged at his lips, and he stopped the foot he had lifted.

Li Yetong smiled slightly. She looked exceedingly sweet, yet in Li Mu’s eyes, murder lurked beneath that sweetness.

Though Tao Ziru remained hidden upon the beam with an impassive face, inwardly he was already bursting with delight. First the Hall of Impermanence’s plaque, and then another plaque—most likely the Immortal’s.

“Why? You started it too, so you should eat as well.” Xiao Yixiao was unconvinced, pointing at the dumplings before Xia Liangcha in rebuttal.

Sheng Yu parted her legs, then leaned down over her, bracing himself as he pinched her face and sealed that sardonic mouth shut.

It turned out that when Wuhui told Yuan Cen the princess was in trouble and urged him to hurry and notify Gao Ye, Feng Yanyan had been there too.

The two of them lay side by side on the bed, listening to the patter of water from the bathroom, and for some reason both felt much more at ease.

Still, after all, it had happened too suddenly, and Lu Zhe could not possibly support her with perfect precision. Only when he came to his senses did he realize that his current posture was a little wrong—at that moment, he was practically holding their boss in his arms.

Magnanimous and impassioned, eyes shining, filled with hope for the future and painting for the listeners below a blueprint entirely devoid of practical meaning—this was precisely the bearing expected of an orator.