Chapter 59: Perhaps Just Playing Along, Perhaps Something That Cannot See the Light of Day
Fu Lin merely chuckled at those words. “It’s perfectly normal—people love to gossip about their superiors.”
Zhou Ci’s smile grew even more unrestrained. “But I really am having an affair with her, hahaha.”
Fu Lin paused for a moment, then joined in Zhou Ci’s laughter, though a slow disappointment began to seep through his heart.
Gu Shen…
Li Yundi, however, remained completely unmoved. He simply held his sword and waited patiently in place.
“We can’t just let them behave like this, can we?” Zhang Xiaoliang said. “How about I go and talk to them?” He knew his father always tried to be amicable in dealing with others—frankly, it was a matter of pride. The neighbors had already held two noisy parties this week.
Just then, a profound surge of sword energy rose from the center of his dantian. This sword intent merged with the rippling aura, emitting a melodious hum.
Du Heng threw out a few words, and everyone present concluded he was beyond reason. Never mind that he wanted to exchange his life for the patriarch of the Strongmen tribe—even if it were an ordinary person, such a demand defied common sense.
The stewardess did nothing she was supposed to: essential purchases were left undone, maintenance neglected. The Lin household was a mess—either the kitchen lacked rice, or there weren’t enough hands to work. When it came time to pay the monthly wages, the accounts were always short. In short, the place was in utter chaos.
At this moment, Ye Qiuqi stood beside Qin Chuan, quickly adjusting his breath and circulating his true energy. He exchanged a glance with Qin Chuan—neither believed for a moment that Ban Yue was acting out of kindness.
The sound of bones breaking came one after another. Everyone around looked as though they had seen a ghost. In the next instant, the Black-Faced God’s burly body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
From the investigation at the scene, the bloodstains left on the second floor were from Chen Tuo. Was the murderer’s escape route from the villa’s second story? Li San was already piecing together these details, ruling out Ma Qi. This time, the focus was, of course, on Chen Hu.
The dormitory was divided into a living room, a balcony, a bedroom for brief sleep after dark, an integrated bathroom, a private training room, and a kitchen for preparing simple meals. Of course, it was impossible for players to cook without the necessary skills.
The art of Gu was strange, vastly different from the cultivation methods of the Central Plains. It could catch an opponent off guard without their realizing it. In the beginning, the disciples of each sect could gain no advantage, suffering heavy losses. Yet as the deadly struggles dragged on, those from the Central Plains gradually began to discern the workings of Gu.
Her precious disciple was hers alone to tease; no one else could force her to do anything she didn’t willingly accept.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan felt as if a gentle breeze swept through his mind, bringing with it a flood of images and voices.
“You truly have the gambler’s mindset—winning less is a win, but the moment you want more, you lose. Haven’t you noticed? Even the casino staff have started paying attention to you,” Lin Fan said, gesturing around them.
Though she was getting on in years and her work was exhausting, Wu Yu had never found it difficult to climb the stairs. But today, after falling on the way, her whole body ached. Climbing six more flights felt almost impossible.
When all was ready, the royal kitchen had prepared the ingredients. The lamb and beef were sliced thin as requested, and the greens and cabbages were washed clean.
Even Di Moshang was stunned by the softness of those hands—like clouds of spun sugar. In that moment, he was utterly captivated and loath to let go.
Seeing this, Lin Yu said nothing more. He glanced down at his own body, sensing no discernible change.
As covert as Hu San’s actions were, how could they possibly escape Lin Yu’s notice?