Chapter 20: The Blow
Upon entering the house, Ye Xue brought a chair for Qin Sisi to sit, then poured her a glass of water. Qin Sisi showed no sign of disdain for the messy surroundings. She casually picked up the chipped cup and took a sip, not displaying any trace of the airs of a noble lady. This surprised Ye Chen, who had expected, given Qin Sisi’s usual manner, that she would complain about everything upon entering.
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Yao Xue knew her only hope now was to cling to Cui Xu, her lifeline; if he abandoned her, she truly had no idea how she would go on living. He had visited Ganlu Hall before and understood what kind of place it was, so now he was puzzled—did his father, the emperor, have some difficulty he couldn’t solve and needed the help of his prodigy son?
He already had two tasks at hand, both due within the month; if he failed, he would lose his system abilities. According to his guess, the magic crystal was equivalent to an essence point. Even if it wasn’t a complete one, its value to him was immense.
At that moment, the two city guards realized that Xu Yi had vanished before their eyes, and they shuddered, crying out in alarm.
Zhang Song’s wife was utterly stunned; she didn’t even know martial arts—how could she possibly join any guard unit?
Austin walked slowly through the vast and sinister blood-red hall, his heavy, echoing footsteps resounding and making his heart increasingly uneasy.
It was a kind of solace amid hardship—over the past year, Qin Jing had been thoroughly tempered by society, growing shrewd and worldly, thick-skinned and calculating. Compared to the immense gains he could achieve, a little dignity meant nothing.
Some might think fortune-tellers are powerful, but in reality, they are merely peering into fate. If a fortune-teller is kind-hearted, even if they see calamity, they will not speak bluntly, but rather hint and advise gently. If, however, they use their abilities for profit or self-interest, it will bring disaster upon themselves.
Song Dao became the host of the monthly grand competition largely thanks to Zheng Kejian’s consistent victories, always taking first place.
Asuka Miyano’s hand touched the back of the Doctor’s head, where she could faintly feel a jagged suture, as if confirming the Doctor’s explanation.
Drawing on the experience accumulated over his long life, he was utterly unable to discern the truth in Saint Vanbino’s words.
The young woman’s smile was pure; her slender eyes curved, and her voice was melodious, like the song of a nightingale, causing Liu Tingchan to pause in surprise.
The next day, Yuan Fangguo brought Li Benzhi to visit the local port authority. Along with a gift of brand new office furniture, he provided New Year’s envelopes for the port authority’s leading officials.
Mota already had a suspicion—the so-called bloodthirsty monsters were surely connected to the thing he sought.
After Mo Yunhan told her the rumors outside, she finally understood the strategist’s calculations.
A blast sounded beneath Mo Ya’s feet. Just a few meters above the ground, he hovered briefly before landing steadily.
Although the paladin’s words carried a tone of dissatisfaction, trust radiated from his speech nevertheless.
His mind kept turning over what Lin Changchun had said to him tonight—from policy to enterprise management, and then to innovative development. The factors intertwined, and he found his thoughts growing increasingly muddled.
Think about what Yu Lei had done in the past month. Someone who had only appeared once, a bit-part character, a big nobody like Yu Lei—how could he possibly remember?
At the feet of Ying Si, the twelve chamberlains gathered once more. The twelve bosses clustered together, muttered for a while, sensed that Ying Si would not descend, and as his enmity value slowly faded, they began to disperse.