Chapter 34: Green Peppercorn Grilled Fish

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“President Su’s elegant bearing has left a vivid impression on me even now,” Ji Yanchuan said with a smile.

But Jiang Yi seemed unable to understand my painstaking intentions. After sitting down beside me, he nudged me with his elbow.

Lu Qingzhi and Ran Zeng wielded their heavy iron halberds and horse spears with effortless ease, as though they were holding ring-pommeled sabers weighing only two or three pounds, striking at each other with reckless abandon.

In the past, Cheng Guanghui would certainly have been delighted to learn that his younger brother’s family had returned from the city. But today, his mood was inexplicably heavy.

Ji Qingshan forced a smile. “It’s nothing, really.” Once the pain had eased, he quietly wiped the sweat from his brow.

Su Mingxi and Wu Zeyu had hardly shared any scenes together, and they had spoken very little over the past half month. It would have been strange if she had failed to see through Wu Zeyu’s intentions.

Lin Xilan and her companions had called the children bastards, which suggested that those children were not Fu Jinye’s biological offspring.

When Ji Sihan and Su Mingxi came again the next day, every member of the club had arrived.

Yet somehow, when she was pouring the tea, her hand trembled, and the tea splashed onto Xia Chu.

Even Li Yannong, whose heart had always been calm, could not help feeling unsettled. He had no idea what the Sixth Prince was trying to do.

At this rate, they might surpass ten million online viewers before they even came into contact with the Five Hegemons of East Africa.

With Xiuchun no longer occupying the back seat, Yang Qiaoqiao naturally moved there and sat sideways.

He stuck the shovel into the pile of cement and sand, washed his hands beneath the faucet in the courtyard, splashed a little water over himself, took the steamed buns and bowl of vegetables, squatted down, and began to eat.

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So when Shen Tan’s breath brushed against the back of his neck, he could still feel its warmth.

The zoo had undergone renovations for several days and reopened today. Because of the animals’ performance that day, it was packed with visitors, and many people from out of town had brought their children along.

Chen Jintang helped her back to the main room. Jiang Chengxiu came out of the sitting room and took a seat on the sofa, extending his arm for Chen Jintang to take his pulse.

It was worth noting that the draw weight of a Qing bow was directly proportional to the weight of a pi arrow. According to data from later generations, one pound of draw weight corresponded to 1.4 or 1.6 grams of arrow weight.

Bai Sheng made no move. He merely stared fixedly at the dragon. Demonic nature was impossible to predict, and he did not dare trust it lightly.

Faced with Chi Yuli’s sobs, accusations, and seething resentment, Ning Quan merely cast her an indifferent glance.

The vast area surrounding the sacrificial altar was deserted. A jumble of miscellaneous objects lay beside the stone platform.

“That’s what you said yourself. You’re a disciple of Immortal Xie of Mount Mao. With merely that identity, our Feng family would never dare treat you casually,” Feng Yuxi said with a smile.

“You…” Asmodeus, Putro, Snow, and Pickber all turned deathly pale. Though they knew how formidable Lucifer was and understood the difference between them, his strength still exceeded their imaginations.

The chairman he mentioned was naturally Zhou Jeff. Clearly, the Green Gang had at least gone respectable, so they no longer called him their gang leader as they had in the past. Although the title made little practical difference, most people still addressed him as chairman.

“Hahaha, keep going. Don’t stop. Continue. If that isn’t enough, I can summon more. After all, there are still a few survivors here.” “Qiao Yuan” laughed with sinister, arrogant delight, her cold eyes sweeping over the remaining living members of the Qiao family.

“What did you do to him?” Although the old man knew perfectly well that his finest disciple was already gone, he still asked in a mild tone filled with concern.

The most capable of them was naturally Liu Liguo. He was the deputy captain of the criminal police brigade, while the captain, Zhou Deliang, was an incompetent coward with no ambition. Liu Liguo’s promotion had even been personally nominated by Song Linhai, director of the Jiangnan City Public Security Bureau. It could be said that the legitimate power of Wanxing Town lay in the hands of this young man, Liu Liguo.

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Every part of Ren’s naked body was developed to flawless perfection, making one wish to remain forever lost in it. No wonder Liu Hao had been taking his time admiring and gazing at her.

She had simply never told him that she did not resent his closeness. The fool had therefore always kept his distance from her. As it turned out, losing his memory had been a blessing.

Rather than discuss the past, they would focus on the present. That was Old Master Chen’s attitude toward handling the matter. In this way, the estrangement between Old Master Chen and Lin Feng had also been erased. At least on the surface, they were now courteous to each other instead of glaring daggers.

Luo Haochen’s temper was like a firecracker meeting a spark. Before Luo Haoning could say anything, he had already exploded with a loud bang.

Listening to Pauline mutter to herself, I could not help cursing inwardly. So Catherine had invited me after all, but Pauline had secretly interfered, preventing the invitation from reaching my hands. As a result, both Song Sisi and I had mistakenly believed that I had not been invited.

This was precisely what Yun Mengxue feared most. She was also afraid that Song Zhiyu would make wild guesses and imagine all sorts of things, just as Luo Haochen had.

Thinking about it carefully, everyone at the banquet my cousin had taken me to was powerful and influential. Chen Hong’s identity was certainly no ordinary one. I suspected that Shen Xing knew who he was as well; otherwise, why would he be so afraid of him?

The middle-aged man furrowed his brow and sighed. A wandering cultivator from Imperial Continent, a stray dog chased from place to place, could actually threaten people like them—figures considered among the strongest in the Northern Profound Domain—with such brazen abandon.

“All right!” Jiang Chen stopped resisting the absorption of the Profound Purifying Heavenly Ruler, looking like a man who had decided to let the broken jar shatter completely.

“All right. I’ll be waiting to see you shine in the Divine and Demonic Tournament!” Demonstruck nodded, brimming with confidence in Han Lang.

The inn was called Auspicious Arrival. The front two floors operated as a restaurant, while the rear section consisted of three courtyards with more than twenty rooms spread across the levels. Those were the guest rooms.

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