Chapter 83: I Hate the Way He Looks at You with Such Deep Affection

Gu Shen took a shallow breath.

“I know, this is important business. I also need to go back and check on Licheng Group; it’s been almost a year since I last visited.” She still took pains to explain things to him.

Otherwise, if she was careless, his suspicious nature would flare up again.

Zhou Ci looked at her, his tone commanding: “Come here.”

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“Ling Yun! I’ve already notified Sanjun. If you want to survive, run for your life now.” In order to protect the Chu family bloodline, Chu Heng had no choice but to take a desperate gamble.

The stone monkey at the bottom of the furnace, after forty-nine days of fiery forging, had remained unmoved—yet at the very moment the furnace opened, he suddenly opened his eyes. Two golden beams shot up to the roof of the grand hall, piercing straight through into the sky.

Man Er called out. He was a sensible man; he knew that from the moment Gu Zhen took up this feud, it was a matter of life and death, a fight to the end. The barefooted have nothing to fear from those wearing shoes.

The “tree cloth,” three meters long and two meters wide, was only a foot from completion. Liu Ci decided to finish it today. Seeing it was almost mealtime, he inspected the vegetable plots and decided to make braised rabbit with taro.

Long fingers slowly slid down, coming to rest on her leg. Taut and smooth, like jade or creamy fat, impossible to let go.

“Bajie, what do you think?” asked Tang Monk. Clearly, he was bored out of his mind; as a monk, he had just spoken of severing all earthly ties, yet now was caught up in this trivial matter.

Vice Dean Lierman was reluctant to lose a genius like Rachel, and also feared another case like Edward Lane.

“Miss, there’s no need to thank me—it was no trouble at all!” Gao Jingzong stared blankly at Liu Yanyan, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain at his waist. He glanced sideways to see Xie Daoyun gritting her teeth.

Wukong listened carefully and found Ma Liu’s words quite reasonable. If one could master divine skills, possess the power to split heaven and earth as Pangu did, one should also have a heart for all living beings.

And so, since there was no absolute certainty of devouring tens of thousands in one gulp, it was best not to provoke them lightly. Otherwise, who would bear the consequences if a hornet’s nest was stirred?

“Hey, you there—put down the bow! At this range, you can’t hit them!” The captain saw some soldiers readying their bows to shoot at the cavalry below.

Seeing it was getting late and the moon had already sunk in the west, Huang Na decided to leave while things were going well. She invited Zhang Zhongjian and Hong Fu to stay in the camp, since tomorrow she would be taking Zhang to see the glider and observe the Feng Army’s training.

So before coming back today, she gave those noisy fellows a good beating, to make it clear that if she wanted to open the time channel, she needed to study—and studying required a quiet environment.

This person was just lying there. When Bai Yunfei swept the area with his senses earlier, he hadn’t detected any presence at all, which instantly piqued his curiosity.

“Are you joking? How could a noble mage ever take up farming?” That was the reply Koya received when seeking someone skilled in magic, which helped her make up her mind.

Yan Daoxing and Jia Peng discussed a few more details, and Li Ziran led Ruan Ziyu into the room as well.

In the lower left corner, the mountain circle contained only a few low roads easily ambushed, the rest all rugged mountains, full of pits and rises, making it impossible for vehicles to get through.

With a dull thud, the water dragon soared into the sky, as if alive, charging straight at the sword rainbow formed by the Qingcheng Sword.

That was the last thing Flarin remembered. The next second, his head dropped from his neck, rolled on the ground a couple of times—just like the heads of Wu Fei and Xiang Bei.

Finally, after the car started moving, huddled tightly in the corner of the seat, she couldn’t help but press herself to the window, watching this place where she had lived, this place that had brought her deeper suffering.

“Boss, that’s a hostage, we can’t let them go…” Gangzi had just moved next to Qin Botian when the White Tiger suddenly pounced and knocked him to the ground. This guy really talked too much—how could the boss’s servant be a hostage? What a joke.