Chapter 43

Although she knew very well that diamonds are merely high-density carbon and fundamentally no different from stones, Wen Yukou lowered her eyelashes quietly to conceal the emotions in her eyes. Just as if Lady Dou were right before her, her hatred was too intense and easily detected.

"If you take the money and run far away, do you really think you can catch him? If you people were capable of catching him, the Green Peony wouldn't have escaped fifteen years ago, and there wouldn't be the likes of us today. Am I right?" Black Peony took a few steps forward with a smug expression on her face.

A rival? Liang Yunsheng actually had a rival? Could it be that Yu Xueqing? Who on earth is she, and how can she be so formidable?

Although Bai Xue knew all these things in her heart, a subtle and imperceptible bleakness still lingered within her.

"Here you go, Sister Yanran. Could you please tell the pig out there to wipe away his drool first? It's getting entirely too disgusting." After handing the ring to the younger sister, I glanced at Ouyang Jue, who still wore a besotted expression, and said to Sister Yanran.

"Hearing my master say these words fills my heart with emotion. In the days to come, I believe I will certainly not fail my master's expectations." With these words, the Unicorn Ghost King tore off his own garment and bandaged his left shoulder.

"Aunt Qian should be fine, right?" Seeing the two King-realm powerhouses choose to join forces against Aunt Qian, Mu Yi mentally cursed them for being despicable before casting his gaze back toward Aunt Qian. Since they were quite far from the battle zone, Aunt Qian's expression could not be clearly seen.

"What are you muttering about, you old fellow?" Hearing Han Lingzi whispering to himself, Elder Ling asked with a hint of curiosity.

"The boots are quite nice, and I am very satisfied. The texture is wonderful too. Optimus Prime, feel them again, the sensation really is great." This was typical of someone who profited and yet still acted innocent; this Seven Kills simply loved to rub salt into other people's wounds.

Over the next few days, although no one in the village openly spoke about Hang Mengjiao, gossip abounded behind closed doors. Particularly after such an incident occurred, those who used to love chatting with Hang Mengjiao and bringing her gifts seemed to vanish overnight, as if they had never existed at all.

She answered truthfully: "Her Highness says you are full of resourcefulness and has specifically sent me to ask for your help!" Dong'er said to her with a smile.

If these servants maintained a close relationship with the disciples they served, they could naturally receive some rewards from them. Even if they received no rewards, it mattered little, as they also received a monthly allowance from the sect, granting them some resources for cultivation—regardless, it was still a path that allowed for cultivation.

Eighty, eighty杖! Wouldn't that mean certain death? Even if one managed to survive, every bone and tendon would undoubtedly be shattered, and whether one could ever cultivate again would remain unknown! Yet... they dared not talk back, purely because they had long since been placed under restrictive spells by Master Wu; if the young master met with any mishap, they would surely die as well! Thus, they could only, and had no choice but to, endure it.

However, none of this mattered anymore. Having experienced things far more cruel than these, she suddenly felt that family affection was nothing more than this, perhaps even less heartwarming than a pet bought off the street.

...The arrogant Third Young Master Wu and his entire entourage failed to leave behind even a shred of bone, a single hair, or a single drop of blood, flesh, or skin.

It only instinctively tried to fold its wings and shield itself... but even that was too late.

However, after Ye Ziyue went to the Northern Fire Clan, his lustful desires could no longer be restrained, and he forcefully attempted to violate Ye Ziyue.

Fu Huaijun still knew how to read the situation, yet he continued to find fault with Ye Tian. After all, if Tang Wanying were to suffer any misfortune without receiving medical treatment, it would ultimately leave only Ye Morong filled with guilt.

Gu Meizi was convinced that only he could nurture Xingzhe's talent, so she hitched up a carriage early in the morning and took Xingzhe to find him.

Ruo Yaheng's eyes blazed with fury, as though he might lunge forward at the next moment and tear Nan Yu to shreds.

In merely a single afternoon, the situation in the hospital room had completely transformed into Nan Yu issuing commands while Tang Huaijin was ordered this way and that, running around in circles. Even so, Nan Yu remained unsatisfied.

They had guessed that Ning Feng might make a move against Ye Wudao, but what they never expected was that Ning Feng actually intended to kill Ye Wudao?

Leaving Pei Zhongxia in the design department stemmed from a bit of selfishness on Nan Yu's part. During her years in the Pei family, Pei Zhongxia had treated her reasonably well. Although Pei Zhongxia had never stepped forward to protect Nan Yu, usually only offering a few words or bringing her medicine whenever Nan Yu was in low spirits or injured, it still meant something.

Everyone steadied their gaze and looked closely at the two illusory figures, yet try as they might, they could not make them out clearly. Instead, as the prolonged staring continued, the two phantoms slowly began to dissipate.

Ji Yuebao also suddenly felt somewhat trance-like. Why did she harbor a sense of submissiveness toward him? Could it possibly be that she... At this thought, Ji Yuebao stealthily turned her head to look at Long Yichen, her naturally bright and watery eyes growing even more luminous.

Seeing this, Ye Qing naturally knew that Ling'er was not truly angry, but merely venting her grievances to him.

Just listen to that—wasn't she being coy? Wasn't she being overly sentimental? Wasn't it sweet? After saying that, she smiled foolishly at him and kissed his earlobe.

He had no idea how his mind could have suddenly leaped to such a topic; when it came to children, Nan Yu simply did not want to mention a single word.