Chapter 112: A Kiss
“Ribbit, ribbit—”
“Ribbit, ribbit—”
Just as several people were hanging their heads in deep thought, they suddenly heard a chorus of wailing from outside the door.
The sound seemed to pierce their scalps, instantly raising gooseflesh all over their bodies.
The girls from the Southwest Bureau trembled from head to toe, their alarm bells ringing.
“What... what kind of sound is that? Why does it sound like a child crying?”
Hearing it, several of them instinctively...
“What happened? What happened?” Ruan Meng, roused from sleep by the shouting, asked as she looked at Sophie.
“The royal family? What royal family? I wiped them all out. Scram while you still can. If I happen to be in a bad mood one day, I’ll take the fertilized eggs from your body and boil them into soup!” Chu Fan said coldly before turning and walking away.
At the thought of this, Hao Danchun tightened the white bath towel around herself, wrapping it more securely. It would be disastrous if it fell off once the fighting began.
Yan Yu suddenly opened her eyes. Her chest felt as though it were being crushed beneath a heavy stone, leaving her unable to breathe. Her back was already drenched in cold sweat. She gasped desperately, her palms slick with moisture.
The nanny waited trembling for Jiang Sheng’s punishment. Biting her lower lip, she widened her eyes, unable to guess what Jiang Sheng would do to her. Yet after waiting for a long while, she still did not receive the slap she had expected. Trembling with fear, she cautiously raised her eyes and met Jiang Sheng’s gaze, which held a chilly smile. Involuntarily, she shuddered again.
Xu Yingxia had no idea what she had done, but the Xu family had sent her to the United States for further study. That was what they called it, at least. Yan Yu felt it resembled exile more closely—a way to avoid the storm. She still did not know how the matter involving Fassbender had ultimately been resolved.
Liu De was astonished by the result announced by the Divine Lord. He had never imagined that the strange iron plaque had come from a spatial black hole.
The doctor frowned. “Although the identification results show that the two of them share neither the same paternal line nor the same maternal line, we conducted an autosomal DNA test as well to ensure accuracy.” As he spoke, he raised his eyes and handed the results to Lu Yan.
Seeing this, Tony nimbly dodged to the side, shifting far enough to pass perfectly behind Thor. He then abruptly rose higher in anticipation, narrowly evading the Thunder God’s hammer as it came flying toward him.
They had no idea what had happened, or why Ye Wuchen had suddenly become so favored by Lady Jiao. Could he truly have become her male companion? Yet in the past, hadn’t so many handsome and striking prodigies been devoured by Lady Jiao, their vital essence drained away?
She wanted more than six thousand—sixty thousand, six hundred thousand, even six million. She wanted a lifetime free from worry over food and clothing.
The price of warhorses was ten times what it had been in previous years. Even with rising prices, it was impossible for them to have increased so outrageously. Of the five kingdoms under heaven, only the Flourishing Dynasty was currently torn apart by civil war. Chu Yunyi’s actions were clearly aimed at undermining it. As for the reason, it required no thought to understand.
Yet those few fearless fools still dared to bring it up. Murong Ruo tapped a finger against the imperial throne, a sign that his anger was rising. The vast hall fell silent, and no one dared speak again.
“Have some soup first.” Seeing her eat so hurriedly, shoveling rice into her mouth without pause, Feng Qian sat down on the sofa behind her. As he slowly combed his fingers through her glossy black hair, he reminded her gently.
After all, they were the crown prince and princess of another country, so she had held back somewhat in what she said. She only hoped they would understand her meaning.
“Could she believe that the losses she caused the Ye family some time ago already counted as revenge?” Madam Ye lowered her head, deep in thought.
He had just seen Sikong Jue’s driver and bodyguard each receive an imported bag as well.
He was tall and slender. Although his chest was rather flat, it seemed that everything below his neck was legs. Could legs that long possibly look proportionate? And this beauty was even wearing high-waisted trousers, doing everything possible to make her legs look longer—as though she would rather die than have short legs.