Chapter 29

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The business at the He Feng Restaurant had picked up, but by contrast, the Shunru Restaurant’s trade had instantly fallen into a miserable slump.

He had almost managed to bluff his way through it. He had even endured a slap for the sake of the act. Yet Tu Shan Yaya had woken up after only one nap. Of course, this was also because Yan Duoduo and the others had been far too noisy; otherwise, how could Tu Shan Yaya have awakened so easily?

But the feeling plummeted before it could even reach its peak, because Yan Cheng refused to cooperate. He sat there like a block of wood, showing no reaction, his head turned toward the living-room floor like a stubborn fool determined to face the insult with silent resistance.

Compared with the price of buying a pound of charcoal, which could purchase several honeycomb briquettes, the difference was obvious. Honeycomb briquettes were not only cheaper, but could also burn for much longer.

Although Kazuma Sato was something of a scoundrel, at least he was sharper than the others. He should be able to help somewhat.

Ling Nan was naturally rather sensitive. He frowned slightly, wondering whether this fellow had come to demand an explanation, whether she needed something from him, or whether she had merely stopped by to probe how much he knew about her company.

Following Han Lei’s suggestion, the company shut down the so-called research projects it had pursued in the past, putting an end to the bottomless pit of public funds being siphoned away for private gain and fraud. It began studying variations and new flavors of traditional foods instead.

Back then, the central area was nowhere near as good as it was now. There was only a single hall, and everyone was confined together.

After shutting the bedside table with a loud bang, Qin Chao proudly began introducing Tu Shan Yaya to the room he had tidied up. Tu Shan Yaya merely looked around at his handiwork and let out a disdainful “Tsk.”

Yu Yin sensed the danger and immediately twisted aside to evade it. But the moment she dodged, Liu Feng kicked her flying.

Zhang Qing could only smile bitterly. Unlike Qi Hu’s optimism, his experience and insight were, in certain respects, far greater than Qi Hu’s.

The following days passed peacefully. Only Zhang Xinyi remained busy. Since she was about to make her debut, there were still plenty of matters to deal with—at the very least, she had to write her own songs.

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However, this hunting ground had to be reserved in advance, and its intended use had to be explained so that the inn could make the necessary preparations for its guests.

Her first song was chosen afterward. She had not given it any careful consideration; she had simply selected it on a whim.

Of course, she occupied only slightly more than half of it. The rest was left entirely to the red dragon Valastaz.

Chen Chen could not help shaking his head with a laugh. What on earth was Sun Xinyao thinking about all day?

When Jia Yunshan and Li Shouwei arrived in Funing with their forces, they found only Liu Zongwei’s guard regiment. Xu Rui and the Langya Brigade under his command had long since disappeared, and so had Han Deqin.

Upon hearing that Magneto had specifically demanded to see him, Qin Yue naturally could no longer remain in hiding. He stepped out of the shadows and stood before the four super soldiers, locking gazes with Magneto.

In the world of Diablo, he reckoned that unless the demons of Hell invaded and required the combined strength of every force in the world, necromancers would never have been able to walk openly and honorably onto the public stage.

A dirge was, by nature, a song sung when someone died. When a person died, those left behind would not merely be consumed by grief; they might even do foolish things.

Zhu Yan glanced back and smiled with pursed lips. Her smile left Zhu Jun and Zeng Qian blushing from ear to ear.

He tried to mobilize that wisp of spiritual essence, only to discover that it had already been destroyed and turned into nourishment for the Primordial True Demon.

Miao Ruolan took it and glanced over it. “Heh. Are you tired of living? You actually dared to move against Brother Zhao.” As she spoke, she lightly rubbed the fingers holding the note together. A wisp of blue smoke rose, and the paper vanished from her hand.

Rain pattered loudly across the entire world. Her voice sounded especially hoarse and despairing amid the clamorous downpour. Gong Qianzhu bit her lower lip hard, desperately suppressing her trembling sobs as large tears mingled with rainwater and rolled down her face.

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“Senior Brother, is it really you?” Qin Ning froze when she saw Nie Shi. Her beautiful eyes shifted from confusion to tenderness, and finally to a trace of resentment. Her delicate face was filled with complicated emotions.

“I understand Lord Bao’s meaning. Rest assured, the Left Protector has already arrived at the White Lotus Society. I imagine he is waiting for the right moment to make his move.”

“Great-grandfather, don’t worry. I have to give this pearl to my mother and let her study it carefully. Perhaps there really is a cure for the poison in my bloodline,” Jin Faguang said seriously.

Night had deepened. The countless lamps of Yangzhou City had gone out, leaving the world wrapped in complete silence. At the corner of the street, petals drifted slowly from a peach blossom tree and fell onto the desolate road.

“Stay away from me for now. I’m afraid I might hurt you later,” Ye Zang whispered to Xiang Lin. Xiang Lin stepped aside, worry showing on her face as she looked at him.

Huo Qubing lowered Chu Mengyao with considerable embarrassment, then obediently sat down at the other end of the tree. To make himself appear less guilty, he pretended to whistle while gazing around at the scenery.

The ministers exchanged glances. It seemed that Consort Li truly was not coming. After each of them bowed to Emperor Qin, they withdrew. In the several centuries since the founding of Great Qin, this was probably the first consort ever to flee from her wedding.

Wang Shuzheng did not believe those words at all. She merely thought Chen Fei was comforting her with polite formalities.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Cao Cao had taken this step to prevent the Liao army from raiding the camp and burning the grain. That was why he had transported the provisions to the treacherous Cuihua Mountain and hidden them there.

Wu Yutong turned and went back into the side hall, while Wu Yulin continued outside. He followed He Yehua into the car and sat in the front passenger seat on their way to the company. Yet he could not shake the feeling that something had been wrong with Wu Yutong’s reaction just now. What exactly was wrong, however, he could not say. He had no memory whatsoever of anything that had happened the previous night.

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