65 Prying Eyes

Wang Yi "dared not" defy Princess Changle's orders, so he could only force a smiling face to accompany them. Today, this pair of siblings seemed completely free, paying no heed to Su Yan's occasional displeased expression or Wang Tan's peculiar look, finding every excuse to linger a bit longer at Wang Yi's residence.

Years ago, when Xu Hai played such tricks, he was often exposed by his opponents. However, having repeated it many times over the years, he had grown exceedingly proficient, making his motives difficult for others to discern. It was just a game, hardly amounting to outright deceit.

On the third day after Wang Yi entered the palace to seek an audience with Li Shimin, an uninvited guest arrived at his estate—Prince Shu, Li Ke.

The outer hall and the inner hall were separated by merely a flight of five or six steps and a half-drawn gauze curtain, making them essentially connected. One might say that the attendants of these chieftains and their masters shared the same hall, able to see one another clearly from across the banquet tables.

Seeing Hao Xinyan observing her, Zhao Yi smiled slightly before turning her head away. Although Hao Xinyan's and Lin Xi's accounts matched, she still felt a lingering sense of unease regarding their sudden transformation into siblings, and she resolved to thoroughly question Lin Xi about what was going on after the competition ended.

In what manner would Li Shimin choose to intervene? Try as he might, Wang Yi could not figure it out, and his thoughts drifted to other matters.

Upon hearing this, Chen Guoliang was stunned on the spot. It seemed the other party not only had the right person, but was also fully prepared; otherwise, it would have been impossible to recount even the minutest details with such clarity.

Lee Jae-hyun was startled, failing to recognize who this person was. As he was trying to guess the man's identity, he saw the secretary speak in a low voice to the man, who then pointed directly at him.

"Yosh, well done. Tokyo will remember your efforts; keep it up!" President Yamamoto said over the phone before hanging up. On the other end of the line, the man in his thirties wore an ugly expression, his gaze ice-cold as he stared strangely at the telephone.

On the open ground at the entrance of the villa, twenty or thirty cars were already parked. Zhang Dadong and Liu Helun walked arm in arm at the front, with Lu Li following closely behind, gazing around at the vehicles. He thought the cars looked nice, but he didn't recognize a single one! In fact, let alone these cars, he wouldn't even have known the brand of the vehicle Zhang Dadong drove.

He Yan clenched her delicate hand, never expecting that her trial would end here. With a trace of reluctance, she looked at the score on her wrist watch, preparing to hand it over and be teleported away.

That afternoon, Wang Yue packed his things, took along a dozen fiercely loyal and skilled private guards, and headed toward Cangzhou in Hebei. Wang Yue was going there to meet the legendary Panther Head Lin Chong from the Water Margin.

For Long Haotian, he had only two paths to choose from: first, to assimilate with the power of the dragon vein and transform into the national will of Great Zhou; second, to seize another's body for a final leap—succeeding meant life, while failing meant death.

"Qing'er? Qing'er?" Wanyan Zonghan was greatly alarmed. While brushing the arrow from his head, he scooped up his nephew into his arms. Giving a hurried glance, he saw that his nephew had not been hit in a vital spot and should be in no mortal danger.

The atmosphere suddenly turned inexplicably stiff and awkward, an inevitable scenario for two people meeting for the first time, especially under such circumstances.

Walking a few miles south, outside a cluster of pitched tents, a thousand conscripted laborers sat or lay about sickly, sallow-faced, and malnourished.

Accompanied by flashes of white light as various players were killed, Ren Yan practically walked over corpses to reach the vicinity of this player wielding a Judgment +8 weapon.

The Dinars dropped by the thieves were divided up on the spot, and the item Li Ze now needed to distribute was that Golden Ring.

"We will stay here through the New Year before returning to the capital this time, so there is no rush..." Nangong Yunyi waved his hand dismissively.

The young man understood instantly, glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, and blurted out, "Yuri, you..." He could not finish the rest of his sentence and hurriedly stepped aside in a panic.

Of course, the people I dissuaded were all of unremarkable strength; as for those candidates pre-selected by Zhentian, I didn't even come close to them.

Lin Qingyi nodded. Indeed, as the Spring Festival approached, many migrant workers would return to their hometowns, and criminal activities tended to increase during this period. The police organizing a crime sweep to let everyone have a good New Year was indeed a very good thing.

Although extremely hungry, Ning Fan deliberately slowed down his pace of eating the rice noodles; he needed to stall for a little time.

Yagyu Guiyi was already the strongest among them. Since Yagyu Guiyi had met such an end, how could they dare to make a move against Cheng Yifei?

Just as the basement fell silent once more, the cell phone in Yang Fan's hand rang. He glanced at the screen and saw it was a call from Jin Xinxin. Instead of answering, he hung up directly.

The moment Zhao Qingyang saw my hand gesture, he smiled and said, "Junior nephew, playing the Arcane Earth Arts in front of me is useless. If you don't believe me, let me try shooting you with three mud pellets first." As he spoke, the little finger of his right hand flicked, and three mud pellets came whistling toward me in a triangle formation.

Because the male lead was played by Jiang Hao—who had previously won the prestigious title of Best Actor and commanded a massive fan base himself—the series drew immense attention.

Before the sentence had even faded, my figure drifted forward, and I grabbed the young man by the neck. Exerting force with a crisp "crack," I snapped his cervical bone. Releasing my grip, the young man's body slumped limply to the side.

Having finished her tune, Lin Qingyi scanned the banquet hall and, seeing everyone gazing in her direction, looked extremely satisfied.

Subsequently, an aura of mystical power emanated from the body of the immortal from the mortal realm responsible for guiding them, seemingly activating some sort of formation.

"Hmph, if I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead," Lin Huan said with a cold smile.

At the same time, the spectacle of their battle dealt her a massive shock, sending a wave of fervent heat surging through her entire body.

Lacking these individuals posing as customers but actually acting as CIA operatives, the entire cafe suddenly emptied out.