Chapter 144: Adopting a Military Dog

Xie Gensheng truly detested Lu Jianwei to the core. With his brows furrowed so tightly they could crush a fly, he said impatiently, "I've already told you, my mom just talks that way. She's used to it and can't change now. Why do you lack even a shred of tolerance for others?"

Gu Huaizheng flew into a rage. "Your mom is used to talking like that, so everyone else just has to take it? If I punch you twice right now and tell you I'm used to hitting people, would you just let it slide?"

"Commander Gu, I didn't mean that—"

"Xuanyuan Rui, stop acting. Tear off your disguise! There is no need to keep playing the good guy in front of me. I never expected you to be so deeply scheming, so sinister in your methods, and so despicable as to stab someone in the back." Yun Xiao angrily despised Xuanyuan Rui's contemptuous actions.

Gluttonous Wolf twirled the folding fan in his hand, pacing back and forth near the doorway. He tried to keep his footsteps as light as possible, terrified of disturbing Wang Jie, yet the heart-wrenching, muffled growls prevented him from finding complete peace. At this moment, Gluttonous Wolf was frantic to the extreme.

In the past, this would have been the hour when the imperial palace was filled with singing, dancing, and peace. Yet today, a sense of sparse desolation inadvertently seeped through, silently penetrating people's hearts and sending a sudden chill through their bodies. This quiet loneliness watched from afar with an air of arrogant detachment.

After taking a few bites of the delicious food, Li Ye said, "There is no way to explain this matter clearly. As the saying goes, seeing is believing, hearing is nothing. There is another room exactly like this one on this floor. After my wife finishes her meal, I will take her upstairs to take a look."

Whenever it came to this, the words hovering on Xuan Ming's lips were ultimately swallowed back. Deciding not to linger any longer in Jinse's room, he stepped outside.

In just a fraction of a second, the Fire Sage's body was sent flying backward. The Wind Sage's expression changed drastically as he prepared to rush forward and catch him.

Walking closer for a look, he saw a man sitting halfway up the mountain. A few unkempt strands of hair fell across his forehead, gently fluttering in the breeze. His back was slightly hunched, perhaps due to fatigue, yet his sharply defined profile appeared even more handsome than usual under the dim light and shadows.

Originally, seeing Fang Rong's completely unconcerned reaction, he had assumed everything was already prepared.

However, reflecting further, Wang Jie realized that once his bone-marrow transformation succeeded, it would undoubtedly provide immense benefits to his future. Caught in a dilemma and temporarily unsure of what course of action to take, Wang Jie froze in place.

Suddenly, from both the left and right, massive waves of crimson flames surged forth out of nowhere, sweeping toward the group at an incredible speed.

Life is full of profound sorrows and great joys. Their son had enjoyed a smooth and successful path in his musical career, only for it to be discovered when he was fifteen that he had developed a severe drinking problem and fallen victim to drug addiction.

That day in the conference room at the North Foreign Studies University, she had looked at her with the exact same cold detachment, refusing to yield an inch and driving her into a dead end.

Chen Xu had a crystal-clear understanding of the situation within the Divine Transformation Sect, particularly regarding the status of Jiang Yaner and Xu Po. Over the past year, he had long perceived that Jiang Yaner held supreme dominance within the sect, while Xu Po represented a counterbalancing force secretly fostered by the higher-ups to keep Jiang Yaner in check.

Tang Qingyu was baffled, finally casting a suspicious gaze toward Zhiqing. "What does that mean?" His chilling indifference was bone-chilling. With a sinister glare fixed directly on Zhiqing, it seemed as though he would throw hands if Zhiqing uttered a single insignificant word.

Zhao Yi led his army to wait at the foot of the mountain for a full half-hour, yet the mountain remained eerily silent. If not for his desire to test whether Gao Shun possessed genuine talent and learning, Zhao Yi would likely have led his soldiers to charge up long ago.

Seeing that Zhang Feng was merely a commoner yet dared to address him in such a manner, the Inspector's expression darkened instantly. "A fine sworn brother the County Lieutenant has chosen!" Without arguing with Zhang Feng, the Inspector flicked his sleeves and turned away. As he walked out the door, he shot Zhang Feng a vicious glare.

On the other hand, Senior Sister Juan'er seemed reluctant for him to go meet the spirit turtle as well, merely telling Ning Ning, "He wants to see you." From this, he managed to figure out most of the situation.

"I won't eat those, but you can prepare some and bring them over. Murong just hurried up the mountain and must be starving," Jun Ziye said.

Mu Xue stepped forward and opened the three chests one by one, revealing various fabrics, jewelry, and silver inside.

"Phew, that's a relief. I have a question now: Is War City still under our control?" Qian Fancheng asked while walking alongside Yichen and the others.

After pursuing for a short while, the maid's figure vanished from sight. Startled, Mu Yan looked around left and right, unable to find her anywhere. At that moment, Lin Wanmeng arrived with a large group of people in tow.

Following that, everyone dined together, drinking and chatting. The atmosphere was quite pleasant, allowing everyone to get to know each other a little better.

"Follow him in." The Poet of Hatred spoke in a calm tone that sounded like an order. I instinctively gave chase, entering the villa just a step behind Chengcheng.

Over the past few days, he had stayed faithfully by Yun Xiangrong's side without changing clothes, personally wiping her body every day to keep her clean, administering medicine, and feeding her rice broth without delegating these tasks to anyone else, handling everything himself.

Mu Xue lowered her head. At this point, she had no idea what to say; she had been manipulated by Nalan Che once again.

Waking up in the morning, I found myself tightly bound in the embrace of the Poet of Hatred. If not for the fact that I didn't need to breathe, I probably would have suffocated to death in his "suffocating love."

After calming down for a moment, she pressed her lips tightly together, forcing back the tears. Seeing her condition, Qiu Jie pulled a tissue from the table and handed it to her. Lu Jingci took it and gently wiped his hand.

Not long after, Nalan Che departed, and Mu Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief. In the span of just a single incense stick's burning time, her heart had risen and fallen several times over. If this kept up a few more times, she feared she would collapse from exhaustion before the performance even began.

"And who is the young man behind you?" Sun Li asked, noticing a handsome youth following behind Lu Xiaohan.

Unlike the hometown of Li Zhaoyuan, the Black Turtle Great World was not subjected to reckless and chaotic development driven purely by economic growth, completely disregarding future generations while destroying and polluting the environment to the detriment of the locals' survival. Instead, the Black Turtle Great World remained filled with primitive forests, verdant mountains, clear waters, and the singing of birds everywhere.

Gao Xiaosong completely ignored him, crossing his arms and staring at Ji Minjia on stage, thinking to himself, *Who the hell made any agreement with you?*

"This must be Instructor Yang. Please come in and take a seat." She stood up to welcome them, gesturing for Yu Yang to sit on a leather sofa not far away.