Chapter 63: The Little Tyrant Washes the Dishes

With permission to enter, Ye Jingnan darted inside. When he played with Han Dajun and the others, he wasn’t as domineering as he was outside; on the contrary, he was cautious and careful.

A few children were hunting earthworms in the vegetable patch, sometimes saying they’d feed them to the chickens, other times claiming they’d use them for fishing.

It hadn’t rained for several days, and the soil was dry. The earthworms were either dried up or had burrowed deep into the mud. As everyone dug with their little shovels, Xiao Hu accidentally sat down in the vegetable bed.

Wenren Ya ignored him. Perhaps it was the man’s overpowering presence during their first meeting, or maybe it was his forceful control of every encounter thereafter, dragging her into his schemes. She had never imagined he was only seventeen.

Since the other party was prepared, she couldn’t let herself fall into their trap. Jinse had seized the moment when everyone went to greet the man in fine clothes in the courtyard to sneak onto the rooftop. She hid smoke bombs around the house so, should the mission fail, she could detonate them and escape, preventing her death here.

The secret chamber remained brightly lit, so much so that Xuanming struggled to keep his eyes open. He furrowed his brows, trying to see everything clearly.

“I thought you would arrive earlier. It’s getting hotter every day. Step outside for a moment, and you’re drenched in sweat,” Zhao Guodong said.

No matter what, Wang Wen was injured trying to save Ye Feng, so Ye Feng felt obliged to visit her, even if just to say thank you.

Liu Moxing genuinely cared for him. Liu Hengshan seemed to have sensed something, giving stern warnings. As for the Bai family, they put on a benevolent motherly act in front of him, but Liu Moyan couldn’t be bothered to respond.

Beside him, Jing Xiang analyzed, “Does Magistrate Li lack evidence of Luo Le’s mutiny? Is he worried that acting too soon will cause panic in the court and in Dengzhou? Whether Luo Le will actually revolt is still unknown. All we can do is dig a trap and wait for him to fall in.”

Dou Fuhe shook his head with a bitter smile and continued, “If the Liaodong Peninsula falls quickly, it’s not good news for Bohai State—it’s a disaster. The Khitan betrayed us and attacked Liaodong, but all they gained was a corner of Dalian City. Does His Majesty think the Khitan can hold Dalian?”

At this moment, Zhongli Shuo suddenly felt confused. He didn’t know how to weigh the pros and cons of the situation.

Once everyone had left, only Lu Yanshi and Wu Kexing remained. Wu Zhizhi went into the inner room, brought out some flower tea, and boiled a pot of water to steep it.

Responding, Danny walked up to the wall, closed his eyes to calm himself, then slowly summoned his true energy, gathering it in his fists. Gradually, his fists began to glow with a golden light.

In other words, they held veto power. They couldn’t manipulate the editing themselves, nor could they add anything, but they could wield their scissors and snip away any scenes they disliked.

The actions of these people made me want to stand up and take notice. I craned my neck, scanning the people on the ice, and soon spotted a somewhat familiar figure.

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei’s words, Bulo felt relieved. Strength didn’t matter so much; as long as nothing happened to them, it was fine. What worried Bulo most was the possibility of someone he summoned coming to harm. That was something he could never forgive himself for.

The sun gradually sank. The street was no longer filled with the usual noise—no engine sounds, no chatter, only the unconscious howls of zombies. Slowly, the zombies began to wander about.

Su Bei liked Zhizhi, liked her blatantly, liked her passionately, liked her without any attempt to hide it.

She suddenly recalled a night a few days ago. A certain man, all his impulsiveness seemed to focus on the slap he delivered to her backside. Afterwards, he reverted to the upright, mature demeanor of an elder.